The most cherished years of my youth were those I spent as a young boy on Barbertown Rd in Canton CT. On a perfect summer’s day one weekend, I grabbed my fishing rod and headed out across the pasture to a creek that ran the length of Barbertown Rd, while my parents were busy entertaining one of my father’s clients and his wife. I know now that it was God that led me to the spot that must have been the site of the annual rainbow trout convention. But it was all ME beaming ear-to-ear hauling more fresh trout than I could carry back to the four amazed adults standing by the empty grill, cocktails in hand.
The other relevant memory that came back to me this week occurred a few years later, after we had moved from Canton to Wyckoff, NJ, in the basement of childhood friend Dave Scadden. It was my “Cool Hand Luke” moment before I knew who Cool Hand Luke was. Dave handed me a pair of boxing gloves, as he put his on while several grinning friends looked on. David knew, having been taught, how to box. I did not. To our friends, it was like watching a vertical tennis match. He knocked me down, I got back up more times than I can recall…until he either got tired or bored with knocking me down.
Two separate youthful experiences that both tested and taught the deeper part of me the most important lessons I would need to know one day…that day being now.
My week began, mired in frustration over my inability to motivate my brothers and sisters in Christ to do what needed to be done to get our “Impossible Dream” of organizing a March for Life in the spring, here in New York just after our governor signed the “Infanticide” death warrant to thunderous cheers and applause. I think it was Monday when I came across these words on Barnhardt…
“Moral principles do not depend on a majority vote. Wrong is wrong, even if everybody is wrong. Right is right, even if nobody is right.” ~ Fulton Sheen, which led me to write these…
“The most valuable real estate in the world is the ‘nothing left to lose’ patch of ground beneath our feet.”, which led me to the Chamber’s quote above…and ultimately today’s SMTU.
“Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!” ~ Isaiah 5:20
“During the attempted electronic lynching of the Covington Catholic high school boys on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, the mask hiding the (Them’s) genocidal rage slipped and was momentarily visible.” ~ Matt Bracken, Navy Seal
I know that every single one of us knows the “unbeatable foe”…and believe you me, what we think we know is killing us. How could it not…with them in charge of everything? But what is our relationship to them? If we can’t beat them, join them? Ignore, acquiesce…submit to them? Most of the people I observe in Blue-growing-Bluer New York, act as though them doesn’t exist…while playing by them rules. Step outta line them’ll come and them’ll take you away…
Just as those of us preparing to fight them, ready ourselves for the Gathering Storm.
To right the unrightable wrong…
I am here to tell you brothers and sisters, that no matter what illness or disease you suffer, no matter how down you may be. No matter how badly your heart was broken, no matter how deep your anguish and despair. No matter how impossible it all seems…NOTHING is impossible with Him. Every step we take closer to Him is a fresh new layer of hope, light, and courage. With every inch, weight becomes more weightless, as the burden of pain becomes the joy of gain. Instead of tending to hide from Him, we begin making strides to and for Him.
The unreachable star drew closer to me this week after, refusing to stay down, I reached out to a rather large community of Pro-Life friends asking for help with our seemingly impossible dream. And He answered through the remarkable and courageous Dr. Elizabeth Rex of The Children First Foundation. And just like that, Shutupnsing is Captain of the “Orange County Choose Life Fleet”. For $25 (annual membership) you can purchase a “USA Choose Life” license plate sign for your car, van, boat, or plane! $20 to your favorite Pro-Life-Non-For-Profit 501(C)3 (which might be My Choice, or New York Faith & Freedom Coalition here in Orange County) and $5 to The Children First. Readers from other states can find the application for your life plates by clicking on your state on the TCF home page. For those of us aboard the SS Orange County and all others in the New York Fleet, please go HERE. Please note that the order form would be customized for each Non-Profit to have their supporters mail the $25 to them. They in turn would send $5 to The Children First. Remember, the plate-holders renew their membership every year by sending the $25 split the same exact way. Thank God, and Think Dunkirk! Please feel free to email me for more info email@example.com
To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go To right the unrightable wrong To love pure and chaste from afar To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star This is my quest, to follow that star No matter how hopeless, no matter how far To fight for the right Without question or pause To be willing to march Into hell for a heavenly cause And I know if I’ll only be true To this glorious quest That my heart will lay peaceful and calm When I’m laid to my rest And the world will be better for this That one man scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage To fight the unbeatable foe To reach the unreachable star ~ Andy Williams