Don’t Drink the Kool-Aid

10 02 2019

Most younger people are unaware of the origin of the meaning of the term, “Drink the Kool-Aid.”

According to, the phrase is “a derogatory term that refers to people who blindly follow someone or something without question, such as devotees of a particular politician.” It is tantamount to being called a lemming or, one who unthinkingly joins a mass movement, especially a headlong rush to destruction.

A Short History Lesson
By 1978, a cult leader by the name of Jim Jones had established a commune in the tiny South American nation of Guyana. Jones was a former Methodist minister turned atheist, a civil-rights activist, communist and it’s also important to note, he was a socialist. In November of that same year, Jones had ordered the murder of visiting U.S. congressman, Leo Ryan, who was there to investigate reports of abuse and atrocities at the commune known as Jonestown. Following the congressman’s murder, Jones knew the end for him and Jonestown was at hand. So, he executed a plan in which he told followers to serve or force-feed cyanide-laced Flavor-Aid and Kool-Aid to their children before drinking the deadly potion themselves. Jones, having observed the convulsive suffering that brought death to his followers, chose death by bullet. The final result was 918 dead, over 300 of which were children.

A logical question might be, how could any person convince so many to kill their own children and then take their own lives?

People are looking for someone, anyone, who will step up and take the lead. They want someone who will get up on a soapbox and preach what they want to hear regardless of how ridiculous the sermon may sound. Adolf Hitler proved that when he convinced an entire nation it was good to annihilate an entire race of people.

Enter Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez
If you’re looking for a recent example, you need look no further than the 2018 mid-term elections in which an unknown, barely out of her teens, extreme radical with extreme ideals ran, successfully, to defeat a veteran New York congressman. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC), like Jim Jones, is a socialist, who actually won the election in the same way President Trump won the White House-by saying what appealed to voters. The difference is, Candidate Trump’s promises were attainable, as we have seen on numerous occasions, while AOC’s are not.

The ignorance of AOC was obvious during the campaign, but New York voters were willing to ignore her youthful inexperience and lack of knowledge because they liked what she said, even though her proposals for utopia were completely unreasonable and impossible. But, none of that mattered and she now has a seat in Congress.

Recently, the Democrats pushed her out in front of the cameras to hawk the Green New Deal. This has revealed not just her own naivety, but that of several democrats who have fallen in line behind her. They drank the Kool-Aid! The plan sounds pretty good until you start to think it through. For example, start with the green initiatives which include phasing out all use of fossil fuels. That means instead of internal combustion engines, we will have electric cars, trucks and trains and no more airplanes. How do they think electricity is generated if not by fossil fuel? Solar and wind cannot generate the amount of electricity that would be needed under the plan. Not only will that bring commercial and civil air travel to a halt but what about our military? This will also wipe out entire industries along with millions of jobs. And don’t even get me started on cow flatulence! When cows eat, they poot. So, is the green plan to stop feeding cows and place them on the endangered species list?

This is just- to use her own vernacular the tippy top of the iceberg. And all this is supposed to occur within the next 12 years; otherwise, according to her, the world will cease to exist.

Surely the Democrat Party is not so stupid they won’t try to reign in this rookie congresswoman with her unbridled, utopic, yet impractical, ambitions. This young woman is standing on the trap door to the looney bin and is threatening to take the United States in with her when she falls. Wake up America and think about what these people are trying to sell us. If you decide to go along with these hair-brained plans after you have made the effort to educate yourself, that’s one thing. But, if you jump on the train without learning the issues, then you’re as ignorant as she is. Educate yourself. Be informed. Use your own brain rather than that of someone else. Don’t drink the Kool-Aid simply because it is served by Democrats and you happen to be one.


Precision of Words: How the Wrong Words Can Condemn Your Soul

1 02 2019

The purpose of this post is not to enrage the Jehovah’s Witness, but rather to enlighten in hopes he/she will read with an open mind and discover that Jesus is the only way to get to Heaven. My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children. Hosea 4:6

The Precision of Words

Words have meaning. Well, that’s not exactly a profound statement; of course, words have meaning. But one can easily alter the context of a statement simply by changing, adding or deleting a word or two. For example, the Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) defines a confined space as a space which:
• Is large enough and so configured that an employee can bodily enter and perform assigned work; and
• Has limited or restricted means for entry or exit; and
• Is not designed for continuous employee occupancy.

Adding the word “and” following the first two of the three elements, makes it clear that in order to be a confined space, the space in question must meet all three elements-not just one or two. Looking only at the first of these three elements, it is clear OSHA is saying that if a space is so small a worker cannot get his or her entire body into it, the space, by definition, cannot be a confined space. However, as a consultant, I have audited hundreds of employers’ confined space programs across the country and in about 85%, the employer, in defining a confined space, rather than simply quoting the OSHA definition, has omitted the word “bodily,” saying simply, it is a space large enough to enter. In so doing, the author of the program has removed all reference to size which means a 16-ounce pickle jar can be a confined space.

Now, if one were to read down further into the regulation’s list of definitions, one would see that entry is defined as having occurred whenever any part of the entrant’s body breaks the plane of the opening of the space. So, applying the erroneous confined space definition, when a worker pushes his/her fingers toward the bottom of the jar in an effort to scarf up that last pickle, he/she has entered a confined space. The omission of a single word-bodily- has changed the intent of the law and made compliance impossible. For that reason, whenever I teach people how to use OSHA standards, I make it a point to explain the necessity of recognizing the preciseness of words and the need to pay attention to each one.

Manipulating Scripture

Likewise, one can use words to their advantage. That is exactly what the Watchtower Society, the parent organization of the Jehovah’s Witness (JW) cult, has done. Where the JWs once used the King James version (KJV) of the Bible, they realized the KJV was not consistent with their beliefs. For example, JWs do not believe in the Trinity. Although, they agree that Jesus was the son of God, they believe He was created by God and not God manifest in human form. Nor do they believe the Holy Spirit is God among us.

For this reason, the New World Bible Translation Committee was formed. This was supposedly a group of five biblical scholars who were expert in Hebrew and Greek. It has been revealed that among the five, only one had any formal training (two years) in Hebrew. The remaining four never finished high school let alone qualified as experts in the field. But they didn’t need an in-depth knowledge of Hebrew or Greek to edit the KJV to suit the purposes of the JW. As a result of this committee’s work, the JWs encourage the use of the New World Translation of the Holy Scriptures as official JW Bible.

Look, for example, at Zechariah 12:10 from the KJV which states, And I will pour upon the house of David, and upon the inhabitants of Jerusalem, the spirit of grace and of supplications: and they shall look upon me whom they have pierced, and they shall mourn for him, as one mourneth for his only son, and shall be in bitterness for him, as one that is in bitterness for his firstborn.

That same passage, in the NWT, reads, I will pour out on the house of David and on the inhabitants of Jerusalem the spirit of favor and supplication, and they will look to the one whom they pierced, and they will wail over him as they would wail over an only son; and they will grieve bitterly over him as they would grieve over a firstborn son. In the KJV, “me whom they have pierced,” makes it clear that the one who was pierced, Jesus, and God are one in the same. But because the JWs don’t believe that Jesus was also God, the committee has changed the passage to read, “the one whom was pierced” to support their theology that Jesus was not the mortal manifestation of God. Thus, denial of the Trinity and the Holiness of Christ.

Jesus is God

Another example is found at John 1:1 where the KJV states, In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. This passage tells us that God, aka, The Word, existed before anything else existed but also that Jesus (also the Word) was with God and was God. In other words, Jesus and God are the same.

The NWT, on the other hand, reads, In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was a god. Contrary to the text, Jesus was not a god (notice the lower-case g), He was THE God. The one and only true God. But again, to refer to Jesus as the Word would contradict the JW doctrine.

Finally, although there are numerous examples of falsified Scripture in the NWT, the word “worship” has been replaced in several passages of Scripture by the word “obeisance.”

The KJV tells us at Hebrews 1:6, And again, when he bringeth in the firstbegotten into the world, he saith, And let all the angels of God worship him. Clearly, it was God’s intent that all, not just His angels, should worship the newborn Christ.

Hebrews 1:6 in the NWT tells the reader, But when he again brings his Firstborn into the inhabited earth, he says: “And let all of God’s angels do obeisance to him.”

Obeisance means to pay homage to or to respect as one would pay obeisance to the queen, the mayor or a favorite teacher. Some texts even list “worship” as a synonym. However, where one might respect or pay obeisance to a person, the act of worshipping is for God alone. Remember the third commandment in Exodus 20:5, Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me.

Because JWs don’t recognize Jesus as God, they will not worship Him.

It is good…no, imperative, that Christians, charged by the Great Commission (Matthew 28:19) with helping others to find the Gospel, to study Scripture. And among the most important in our personal battle against false prophets comes from Revelation 22:18-19. 18 For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book, If any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book:

19 And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.

Sadly, the Watchtower has done just that and, as a result, has led millions in the wrong direction. Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me. You cannot have eternal life if you deny the deity of Jesus.

Test the spirits.

Happy New Year, Y’all!

1 01 2019

Here in the South, as with anywhere, we have a number of traditions and superstitions surrounding New Years Day. One such superstition, of which I was unaware until my return home following my years in the U.S. Coast Guard, was that it is considered to be bad luck if the first man who enters your home in the new year has red hair.

I count, among my favorite next-door neighbors of all time, Pleasant and Esther Harrell. Esther passed away, I believe in 2011, but Pleasant, a fellow veteran, passed away on January 2, 2007. They were an older Christian couple who would do anything within their power to help you. I mentioned them in an earlier post, “Hey, That’s Larry!”

Well, it was around 7:30 or 8:00 New Year’s morning 1978 and Esther was knocking on my door. She explained this red-haired man superstition and told me that her red-headed brother (or could have been her brother-in-law) would be coming over later in the day for their annual New Year’s celebration dinner. She wanted me to come over and just walk through her door so the first man to enter her home would not be one with red hair. I was happy to do it every New Years morning after that, until we moved away anyway.

I still miss my neighbors and am reminded of Pleasant and Esther every New Year’s morning.

Some Days You’re the Table and Some Days, You’re the Toe!

31 12 2018

Tim Burton has nothing on my wife and me. Christmas 2018 was our own nightmare before Christmas.

It all started when our fully decorated Christmas tree fell over…not once, but twice. I finally solved the problem after realizing the trunk of the tree was too small for the stand I was using, but not until after breaking two of my wife’s favorite ornaments. At least my leg lamp and “fra-jee-lay” ornaments survived unscathed.

“It’s a major award! Must be from Italy!”

The following week, my wife fell, in a cold rain, shattering her right wrist. The injury was so bad, she had to have surgery the following week; four days before Christmas. She was given a nerve block for the surgery and we were told that when it wore off, after possibly as long as 32 hours, her pain would return with a vengeance. On the morning following her surgery, my wife was in the bed asleep while I was in our den reading when suddenly, I heard one of those help, the monster has grabbed me! screams. The scream was loud and terrifying. I tore from my chair and ran at full geezer-speed, which is toward the lower end of the speed spectrum, slightly faster than pushing a Chevy Silverado out of the mud, to get back to my wife. My fear was, the nerve block had worn off and she was in the throes of severe pain. As I made it through the bedroom door, I felt a searing pain in the back of my right thigh and went straight to the floor. When my wife realized I was on the floor at the foot of the bed, writhing in pain, she assured me she was okay. “It was only a bad dream,” she told me.

I told her I was having a cramp. When she realized there was no bone sticking out and all my body parts were still intact, she began to laugh at the situation. But the cramp wouldn’t go away. I soon realized I had pulled a hamstring and limped around the house the rest of the day, caring for her. A clear case now of the lame helping the lamer. I’ll leave it to you to decide which is which.

But, we’re a strong family and everyone pulled together so we could enjoy a good Christmas celebration in spite of my wife’s drug-induced stupor. Merry Christmas!

Inner Peace: George Bailey’s Epiphany

22 12 2018

Psalm 127:1 tells us, “Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it…”

In this context, “house” is a metaphor. You can plug-in home, family, business, country…just about anything involving people working, living or just existing together. A family without God will break apart. A church without God will split. A country without God will eventually self-destruct because of its corrupt leaders.

Recently, I was watching It’s A Wonderful Life…again. Like A Christmas Story, I just can’t get enough of that movie. And it seems that every time I watch it, I see something new. On this latest viewing, it was the correlation with Psalm 127:1.

George Baily, the Christian?
In the film, director Frank Capra never gives us a look into George’s or the Bailey family’s spirituality until near the end of the movie. We don’t see George teaching a Sunday School class or Janie and Pete singing in the youth choir. We don’t see little Tommy sitting in the pew belching out the tune of Jesus Loves Me. We don’t get a hint of the family’s Christian values until Christmas Eve when George comes home in obvious despair. It is then, Capra shows us the Bailey’s are, in all likelihood, churchgoers. Janie is at the piano practicing Hark the Herald Angels Sing for the Christmas party and Pete is writing a play about the birth of Christ.

Although he wasn’t a money-grubber like old-man Potter, George Bailey did crave the things that money could bring…travel, success, a nice home and new car like the Browns have. Because of his love of money, the root of all evil, George goes into a tirade flipping tables, kicking furniture and scaring the dickens out of the kids before stumbling off into the snowy night only to wind up getting soused at Martini’s and eventually standing on a bridge contemplating suicide. Now, up to this point nothing has happened that would be hard to believe. Enter Clarence, the angel on a crusade to earn his wings, and suddenly, a believable story takes a Charles Dickensish twist.

A Different Story
Suppose we replace George’s epiphany episode with something a little more realistic. Here are two directions the story could take.

In the first scenario, Mary, fed up with his drunken tirades, kicks George out of the house and tells him not to return, bringing to an end the existence of the secular Bailey family unit. Mary has to take a job as the librarian and she and the kids struggle on her measly weekly paycheck. Pete, like his dad, having a thirst for the nicer things in life, is shot during an unsuccessful attempt to rob the Bedford Falls Bank. While Zuzu turns to prostitution to help her mom provide for the family. George winds up sitting at Martini’s bar every night till closing time, sharing double bourbons and a bed with Violet. Having lost his family, his family business, all his friends, his dignity and everything that was good in his life, George eventually jumps to his death into the icy river.

In the second scenario, Mary, a strong believer who is indwelled with the gifts of the Holy Spirit, the first of which is wisdom, tells the kids to pray. She then sets out to find out what has happened and solves the problem. George realizes that money is merely a commodity that is easily replaced and pales on the value scale when compared to friends, family and, most importantly, salvation. George realizes that in spite of his circumstances, he really does have a wonderful life. All is forgiven and the Bailey family lives happily ever after.

Being Christian is no guarantee the family will survive the trials they are sure to encounter. There is no promise of happily ever after for anyone or any family…at least not on this side of Heaven. But knowing they are walking with God gives believers an inner peace that will greatly improve their chances of survival when hard times come. It’s a peace that helps us to prioritize the things that are important in life because it provides assurance there is a better life coming. Sadly, it’s a peace you will not find in non-believers.

Scared Granny

4 11 2018

The Boeing 727 “Whisperjet”

It was fall of 1988 and I had just begun my consulting career. I was flying out of Columbus on my way home from a project with Owens-Corning Fiberglass in Newark, Ohio. As I got to my aisle seat on an Eastern Airlines Whisperjet (Boeing 727), I saw my seat-mate, for the next hour, was a grandmotherly-type who had already taken her seat by the window. Following a cordial exchange of pleasantries, I pulled out my current read and was quickly immersed in the pages of something, I’m sure was exciting.


The lady sitting next to me seemed to be a bit fidgety as she focused all of her attention on the flight attendant, who had begun giving the obligatory safety instructions.


“You’ll find these instructions printed on the card in the seat pocket in front of you,” advised the flight attendant. “We suggest you remove the card and follow along.”


Granny, beside me, watched as she pored over the safety instruction card as if she was trying to memorize it. She craned her neck, looking toward the rear and then forward, to see the exits as they were pointed out by the flight attendant. She strained to lean over me to see the white lights on the floor that led to red lights. She was really into this and I’m thinking, either she hasn’t flown very muchor she’s an industrial spy for McDonnell Douglas. It was about then that the plane began to push back away from the gate. The sudden movement startled her and she jumped like she had just touched a spoon to one of her fillings.


Soon, we were hurtling down the runway and picking up speed fast. The wingtips began to flex upward, giving rise to the nose and soon, the rest of the aircraft. As we became airborne, and the weight of the plane lifted off of the landing gear, the landing gear struts, which were just below our seats, made a perfectly normal “bump” sound as the struts extended. At that, my nervous neighbor reached over and grabbed my left forearm, digging all ten fingernails into my skin like a cat clinging to a mouse.


I turned to her and asked if she had ever flown before. With a trembling voice, she said, “This is my first time and I’m scared to death. I wouldn’t be flying now,” she continued, “but it’s the only way I could get to Charlotte in time for my granddaughter’s birthday party.”


I tried to reassure her and told her the flight would be good practice for her return home.


“Oh no,” she exclaimed, “I’m not doing this again! When I go home, I’ll be sitting in a Greyhound!”


Now, that’s a woman who loves her granddaughter!

The Quality of Your Faith

28 10 2018

Dr. David Jeremiah spoke of people of weak faith who might say, “Well, I’ve tried everything else; I guess I’ll try prayer.” Faith should be our default mode and it cannot be quantified…either you have faith, or you don’t. It can, however, be qualified, or made stronger. What is the quality of your faith? When the Apostles asked Jesus to increase their faith, Jesus told them at Luke 17:6, “If you have faith as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be pulled up by the roots and be planted in the sea,’ and it would obey you.” Jesus was telling them they could accomplish great things, even with a tiny bit of faith. Having more faith doesn’t equate to greater accomplishments. It’s like exercising your body. There are over 700 muscles in the human body. When you lift weights, you don’t get 800 muscles, but you make the muscles you already have stronger. David Jeremiah said, “We learn faith by stretching our faith muscles.” When we exercise our faith, we don’t get more faith; but, the faith we have becomes stronger and, eventually, seeking God becomes second nature rather than an afterthought.