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I was born in 1961 in Independence Missouri. I was embarrassed to admit that for years. Well not for the City, but the hospital, Independence Sanitarium. The 1960’s were times exploding with CRAZY things. Somehow I always felt I took a bit of that with me. When in grade school it was a common theme to be asked where were you born. Most kids would just say the town, city, or maybe the state but NOT me, Independence Sanitarium I would blurt out, and then came the eruption of laughter. This would be followed by words like this. “No wonder you are so crazy” or “that explains a lot”. I came to enjoy it.

Independence Sanitarium

 

Years later my friend Bill Jones and I had traveling to Wyoming. We pulled over to view Independence rock. I began to read about the western expansion and how wagon trains would leave Independence Missouri for Oregon. Early July they would reach this large Rock outcropping. The story goes if they did not reach this point on the wagon trail by July 4th they were behind schedule. That would have been important, because they had to beat the snows to the mountains that awaited them in the great northwest.

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Photo from the national archives https://catalog.archives.gov/id/516895

Independence Day, early this July 3rd 2017 as I contemplated that word I remembered one particular year. I was coming back from Uganda on a mission trip, and had a layover in London England. I was seated next to a very nice elderly gentleman. At some point in our conversation he must have felt comfortable enough to ask me a pointed question. He started it like this. He said “You know this is July 4th, and I just wanted to say happy Independence Day”. I said “Thank you” and smiled. Then with a smile he said, “have you considered that what some people call Independence others call Rebellion.  WOW, No I had never thought of that, but did for the next week or two. It was very difficult to contemplate because I am a bible thumper and this is what came to mind.

1 Samuel 15:23 For rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft, and stubbornness is as iniquity and idolatry. Because thou hast rejected the word of the LORD, he hath also rejected thee from being king.

Wow that was God’s word to Saul 1st King of Israel. Just a tad bit interesting to me being our Independence from England was a system of Kings. Israel had received their 1st King because they rejected God himself as king. Just a bit ironic for me a young man at the time so full of National Pride. I wondered had my freedom become a bit of an idol in itself. The answer is yes.

From that day forward until now this Independence born guy says “I am IN Dependence to Jesus”. That has served as a sort of reality check for me that the whole idea of a king and kingdom for an american is a terrible idea. That said I bow my knee to My king Jesus now and forever more.

I also want to give honor where honor is due. For all those who died to give me the national right to worship God as I see fit I say thank you. In great respect I say that with no reserve even in a time when our nation is so divided. That honor though as it should be is under GOD. With all this said I wrote this poem this morning and it seemed as if I could not have stopped the words from coming. They seemed to come from somewhere deeper than me. Maybe it is from my spiritual DNA from those from whom I came.

My hope is that these words in the poem below would impact you. That they would give a balance to our patriotism and voice to our faith.

INDEPENDENCE DAY

A life Dependent on Jesus

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Sacrifice a date with the wife, or a golf game or what ever it is we do just don’t stop the POWER OF THE ALMIGHTY PUMP.

MY SILLY POEM

I HAVE A GAS PROBLEM: BY JOHN GROSS

PRIORITY, PRIORITY, WHO MADE THE RULE

$4 A GALLON, DON’T CALL ME A FOOL

WE PAY, YES, AND SO MUCH MORE

THE GOAL, RICH GET RICHER,  THE POOR MORE POOR

WE CAN’T STOP THE MONSTER AT THE PUMP

HE CALLS, I ANSWER, WE NEED FOREST GUMP

RUN FOREST RUN, RUN FAR AND RUN FAST

CLOSE YOUR EYES, AND DREAM OF A PRICE FROM THE PAST

WHAT IF WE STOP AND SAY NO, AND ALL STAY HOME

SADDLE UP THE HORSES AND RIDE WHERE THE BUFFALO ROAM

PRIORITY PRIORITY WE NEED TO ADJUST

GOD FIRST, FAMILY SECOND IT’S FREEDOM OR BUST

 

 

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Hero is a word reserved to honor those who have risen above the norm

A hero is a person who ‘s presence brings peace to the torential storm 

Hero, He rose from the muck and the mire that was to be my lot, for my soul He fought

Hero, I rolled the dice, He left paradise, My rescuer He paid the Price, My Hero Jesus Christ

The storm still rages, sin calls for its wages, prisoniers like dogs in cages, I found Jesus in the Pages  

The Book call the Word, set me free like a bird, PEACE BE STILL, Oh yeah I heard

Now I bust a rhyme, yet I served no time, not my dime, but my grim and crime  

Hero you washed me in your own Blood, over me like a flood, oh what precious Blood

Hero forever, leave me NO never, Your Plan was so cleaver, God became man, Jesus My Hero   

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Remember the old mellow rock song by the Doobie brothers written by Arthur Reynolds

Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right, oh yeah
Jesus is just all right with me
Jesus is just all right

I dont care what they may know
I dont care where they may go
I dont care what they may know
Jesus is just all right, oh yeah
Jesus is just all right

I could not tell you how many times I have had old rockers tell me how this is a christian song. I think I finally agree, it  is an American christian song suitable for most christian TV. 

 New Politically correct version

Jesus is just all right us

If You don’t agree we won’t make a fuss 

We won’t tell you what He said

We won’t mention His blood was shed

Here is the way the red hot lover’s of Jesus would sing it it “That includes me hope that’s you too” 

Jesus is more than just all right with me

He died on a cross to set me free

He loosed my chains now He rules and reigns

He healed my heart from all its pains

I think about Him when I wake

His love for me is never fake

Jesus you are more than all right with me

Jesus you are my all , Oh yeah

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Darkest Hour

In my darkest hour my faith had soon failed

Yet trusting God, though all seemed derailed

My eyes saw no hope, as they closed in dismay

I was but blind, now God lead the way

I found that blindness was the friend that I’d always longed for

He taught me trust was dependence in God no matter what’s in store

And faith with evidence that is seen is not faith at all

Now I see clearly that God is so big when we are found small

No one can see as clearly as a man who was once blind

He won’t take for granted the great things he will find

There is a lesson to learn when you can’t see whats ahead

Just close your eyes and trust in what God has said

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POEM FOR MY WIFE DIANNA

 

Dianna always gives Her best and puts Her own desires on hold

Need an honest answer, come to Her, you know the truth is told

Though others leave when times get tough I know she will remain

When my heart is parched and dry Her words have come like rain

She has suffered much yet Her love has endured the test of time

The passion She has given me has caused my words to rhyme

Wisdom found a home in Her and what a treasure now resides

Watch her with our children’s children you’ll see great love inside

Precious are my memories with Her and inspiration for my life

She was cute as childhood sweetheart now beautiful as my wife

She’s my other half my better half and the half has not been told

She’s my one of a kind no average girl in Her they broke the mold

Dianna having Gamma Knife surgery25th anniversary

Dianna and I were married in 1979 in the mid 1980’s She became very sick. No one could diagnose the Problem but after breaking several bones in Her foot by simply walking up the stairs we went to Dr. Travis in Harrisonville Missouri. He said something very serious was wrong and sent Dianna to specialist in Research hospital in Kansas City. He diagnosed Dianna with Cushings Syndrome. Cushings is basically a small tumor on the pituitary glad. Dianna has now had 3 brain surgeries and a gamma knife surgery. She has had Her pituitary gland removed and now takes more medicine than I can keep track of. Dianna has suffered so much yet keeps trusting God. She truly is inspiring when you have seen Her suffer like I have over the many years.

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