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January 21, 2013 / dcwisdom

Warning: Soapbox

Plenty of hopes and dreams accompany every flip of the calendar from December to January.  It’s funny how we celebrate the change of calendars, the click of the clock, like closing the past and opening a new period of uncharted territory, an extraordinary, new, future history.  Each day is a new chance, a new dream, a clean, blank page of life.  The Scripture says that God’s mercies are new every day.  That means I get to start over each morning when I plant my feet on the floor.

I dare say that even with the horrid election results and the implementation of the new health care law, I am still optimistic, just because I’m a naturally positive person.   Oh, I’ve had my moments of murmuring – plenty of them – but I can’t camp there.  My body doesn’t like negativism.  I get sick, gain weight, experience aches and pains, and get funky.  It hurts.

Since election day in November, I battled the negative funk – really.  As euphoric as the supporters of Mr. Imposterama are was the depth of my disappointment.   (I’m having a strange thought about how an English professor would diagram that sentence.)  Although my personal calendar filled with fun holiday things, the personal funk held on and led the way through December and onto the new calendar.  Suddenly and now that January time has somewhat slowed, the realization dawned that the dang funk needed the boot.  That’s when I knew I had to get my heart right and ask forgiveness.

Warning:  If you read the following story, you will clearly understand what happened when our turncoat congress stupidly passed the health care bill.  (But I forgive you.)  I ask my congressional representatives:  WHY?  Why did you do it?  You just enslaved your fellow Americans.  All of us, but I forgive you in your ignorance and stupidity.  Just take comfort in knowing that your children and grandchildren won’t escape it just because you exempted yourselves.  Look for the Obamacare taxes added to your restaurant totals.  Ask your doctor and accountant about it.  Be observant.  Ask lots of questions.   And then ask yourself, “Is this really what I want?”

The following is a great illustration of how duped the younger people are by government indoctrination.  Oh, wait…I know plenty of duped adults, too.  I only hope you, dear reader, aren’t one of them!

“WANT A FREE HOUSE ?

I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind
a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the coming implementation
of the health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what ensued:

They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard the
young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, after all,
he is healing the sick.”

The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, “Yeah, and he does it for
free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market would work for health care.”

Another said, ‘The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so
they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for
what he did for those of us less fortunate.”

At this, I had more than enough. I arose from my seat, mustering all
the restraint I could find, and approached their table. “Please excuse
me; may I impose upon you for one moment?”

They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of
their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.

“I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money,
and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live
there. Anyone interested?”

They looked at each other in astonishment.

“Why would you do something like that?” asked a young man. “There isn’t
anything for free in this world.”

They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just
made my point.

“I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money whatsoever.
Anyone interested?”

In unison, a resounding “Hell Yeah” fills the room.

“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to
who receives this money-free bargain.”

I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle
unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent
disgust.  “I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey
my rules.”

Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on
their faces.

The perky young woman asked, “What are the rules?”

I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet defined them.
However, it is a free home that I offer you.”

They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, “What an
old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds,
old man.”

I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. “I am serious, this
is a legitimate offer.”

They gaped at me for a moment.

“I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?” boasted the youngest
among them.

“Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then?” I asked.

The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from
the privacy of their table. “Oh hell yeah! Where do I sign up?”

I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden
of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms
that I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction.”

I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out
his signature.

“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked in a mocking tone of
voice.

All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the
keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.

“Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all
of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated
to adhere from this point forward. You may only live in the house for
one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You
will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty
and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my
commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals
and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do
and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.”

I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.

“Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous
terms?” the young man appeared irritated.

“You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding
it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only
after you committed to the agreement.”

The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was
looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people.

“You can shove that stupid deal up your a** old man. I want no part of
it!” exclaimed the now infuriated young man.

‘You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your
friends. You cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do
not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the
power you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought
chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master.”

At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group
against the unfairness of the deal.

After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my
true intent.

“What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you
with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then
revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief
that you can have something you did not earn, and for that which you
did not earn, you willingly allowed someone else to think for you.
Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to
escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot flee.
Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to you. A
freedom that is given can also be taken away. Therefore, it is not
freedom at all.”

With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished
young man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”

I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation — and
was surprised by applause.

The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand
enthusiastically and said, “Thank you, Sir. These kids don’t understand
Liberty .”

He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this
one. It is an honor to pick up the tab.”

I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled and
sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.

Remember, four boxes keep us free: the soap box, the ballot box, the
jury box, and the cartridge box.”

There you have it.  Just a little soap box preaching and a story borrowed from a very smart person.

Peace and love.  Pray for the peace of Jerusalem.  God bless Israel.  God help America and have mercy on her.

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2 Comments

  1. tanna / Jan 22 2013 8:08 PM

    I’ve shared your funk, Debbie. I wish I could see the light at the end of this tunnel. Great parable. blessings ~ tanna

    • dcwisdom / Jan 22 2013 9:57 PM

      Tanna, there IS a light. We’re just looking in the wrong direction. 🙂

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