We're crashing "For a Time Such as This" Please don't tell me to "Have a nice day." Please don't say to me to "Get back to normal." Get back to normal? God forbid. And don't give me that old simplistic standard that "if we don't go on with our lifestyle as it was, they won." It is not a playground. It is a battlefield. What was normal? That normal world that let our military sink into such conditions that we can barely muster for battle, much less have decent places for soldiers to live? That normal world where we reduced patriotism and love for the flag to such an extent that uncommitted young people have to be recruited to serve the greatest nation that ever was? That normal world that let corporate giants put local grocery and hardware stores and clothing stores and many other retail services out of business so there are few true business owners who are committed to the community and profits are funneled off to remote investors who never heard of Las Cruces? That normal world where we wanted to buy the cheapest toaster? That normal world that lets babies be destroyed before they have a chance for a first breath and that confused the meaning of life so that teen-agers throw themselves off cliffs at 95 miles an hour? If their would-be siblings and schoolmates and their own present or future unborn infants are not worth anything, then why would they think they themselves are? That normal world where we raise womb survivors in a world polluted by pornography in magazines, catalogs, newspaper ads, billboards? By our support of movies that purport to be the best and the cutest and the funniest, yet are laced with explicit sex and explicit killings? By our support of organizations that in turn support "abortion on demand" which includes the killing of babies nearly ready for birth? By supporting the use of legal mind-altering drugs and giving weak and occasional voice against the illegal ones? That normal world where the remains of United States citizens are engorged with food and other hedonistic entertaining lusts? That normal world where you walk down the corridor of high school and hear the worst of vile language that has become our kids' standard lingo? Where far too many of those same kids go on to all-expenses-paid-by-working-people college, and who then go on to graduate without being able to spell? Or compose a decent letter? Or think? Where a baccalaureate degree now means little? That normal world where we sit by while perverted jury verdicts and judges are bought by the trickiest and highest paid lawyers, making a laughingstock of justice? That normal world, where because criminals get to walk free, I can't walk down a dark street in any city in this country without preparing for robbery or rape or worse? That normal world where television and other news media have chosen one side? And where they weep over outcomes of the very political decisions they have influenced, perhaps not even understanding their own connection? Where they finally and supposedly turn to God when before that, many causes that they supported were in direct conflict with His Word? That normal world where power to protect has been stolen from the CIA and our military, diluted into health and welfare giveaways, and put us on our knees against demonic world forces whose only aim is to destroy us? That normal world where we teach our young people that there is no meaning to anything? Where terrorists take over the United States of America and we teach each other to pretend that nothing happened? As if we can turn this off like we do a sitcom or a movie or anything else we're not enjoying? That normal world where I am not permitted to freely state my concerns about the takeover of my country's borders and culture by people who would wrongly use its resources and who hate me? In memory and heartfelt respect, I quote Thomas Burnett, hero of United Flight 93. "A group of us are going to do something." And Jeremy Glick, another hero of Flight 93. "If our fate is to die, we should fight." How I wish I had the honor of sharing that flight with these people and the other brave persons who helped them overcome evil. We are crashing anyway. So don't tell me to have a nice day. And if having a bad day means to forsake popularity, stand for morality, risk the loss of my job or indeed my life, then the least I can do in remembrance of my precious nation is to have a bad day. And as God said through one servant to another dear servant, Esther, "For a Time Such As This You Were Born." And she responded, "If I perish, I perish." "A group of us are going to do something." "If our fate is to die, we should fight." The fight must include picking up more than the rubble in New York and Washington, D.C. Then we might actually have the privilege to ask God for mercy. Signed with love for my country and trust in Jesus for the outcome of the final battle, Sunnie Bell Las Cruces

I didn't think that the Antrim web site was a place for politically oriented essays. Maybe I am wrong and I wasn't informed of the changes?? Please let me know if I have made a mistake in my conclusions....

Monday has come and gone and most lists have suggested listers get back to why the list exists. There are a kazillion forums for your feelings, opinions, etc. While we are all entitled to expressing both, please reserve them for elsewhere.