Do You Know Where Your Kids Are?

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©Jeanne E Webster

Two thousand ten, the news was devastating.  A catastrophic earthquake had occurred in Haiti, severely affecting several million of its people–thousands of them children. They were suddenly homeless, parentless, friendless, hungry, naked, and poor. News reports soon surfaced that many of them had been kidnapped for use in the sex slave trade–an easy commodity for entrepreneurs. These fiends committed these atrocities under the guise of Christian humanitarian assistance.

Those events bring to mind an insidious disorder infecting the security of our children right here in the good ole U.S.A.  Listen up, folks.

Vicious animals are prowling our neighborhoods in each state, county, city and town; they are ever increasing in numbers and baseness.  Labeled as pedophilic sex offenders, these revolting, cold-hearted, sex-fevered beings roam our streets seeking kids to devour and suck the life from them.  They snatch kids at play in their backyards or playgrounds or walking home from school bus drops. They seize little ones while their parents momentarily focus on shopping or rip them out of their beds at night while the parents sleep. Days or weeks later, if ever, the sullied bodies are found cruelly butchered, stuffed into trash bags and tossed into garbage cans or city dumps.

The predatory population has become so abundant, we’ve run out of areas to segregate them from the overall population once they’re released from prison! This has all happened on our watch, folks.

We turn a blind eye to the growing number of sexually explicit television shows and the vicious, blood curdling movies noisily banging the airwaves. Have they anything to do with the rapid increase of violence against children? Do they invite mad and demented thoughts and actions on the part of the weak minded or cruel?

Does raising our little girls from a young age to wear sexy clothes, compete in beauty contests, use makeup, walk and talk provocatively have anything to do with this sick, giddy pedophilic culture?

When will we realize that we are part of the problem? We have sacrificed our children to the gods of perverseness and licentiousness. When will we wake up and seek out this rottenness and tolerate it no more?

Where have all the children gone?

They’re hiding in their homes, behind locked school house doors, under constant surveillance by cameras in gated playgrounds, or wherever we can provide secure areas for them. But some of them continue to come up missing, plucked from among us and forever lost. My heart is broken, my spirit weeps.  Will you do all you can to protect our little ones? We owe them that, don’t you think?

Update:

Folks, the sex trade is rampant in our country and is growing in leaps and bounds.  These are not sickies stealing and molesting and killing our children; these are professional business people scarfing them up as a commodity and selling them for sex objects, sex slaves.

They haunt the hotel areas of big events and proffer their wares—our children!  The political conventions we have just hosted in big cities…on their itinerary.  Big-time ball games…on their itinerary.  Any highly visible congregating of the masses…on their agenda.  You see, there are ever present people wanting what they sell, the young, innocent bodies of our children!

Our kids continue to be kidnapped, stolen, grabbed, snatched, or ripped from their homes and surroundings.   They are targets for the disgusting, degraded people out there who seek to defile and destroy these precious lives for their lowlife ugly habits.

Some children make it back home, alive but broken in spirit and with a life of heartache ahead.  Many are not so blessed.  Many never return, anywhere.  Many are transferred overseas to the sex trade markets existing in foreign countries, never to be seen again.

May we be ever vigilant over the lives of our young children.  Watch over them with steadfast love and care, because the vultures are circling overhead, seeking to steal and destroy.

Listen up!

Memorable Day

Memorial Day

 ©Jeanne E. Webster

I hung the flag out today

 The grand red, white and blue

 In memory of all those who died

For our land, so precious and true.

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Their blood, sweat and nerve

Permeate every grain of sand

And surge within leaves and grass:

Walk softly on this sacred land.

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The wind echoes with their cries

Do you hear them calling out?

 From sea to shining seas they sound

Over hill and dale they shout.

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Oh, say can you see

By the dawn’s early light,

The glorious red, white and blue?

It’s there! It’s within sight!

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We’ll remember all they gave

For those who followed too;

We owe them such a debt:

Veterans, we won’t forget you!

When I Survey the Wondrous Cross

 

 

~Isaac Watts, 1707

When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of Glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss

And pour contempt on all my pride.

 

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast

Save in the death of Christ my God

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to His blood.

 

See, from His head, His hands, His feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down;

Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

 

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Bloody Ransom

Spring Lamb

Image by EssjayNZ via Flickr

 

“It’s spotless; that’s the one!”

Bellowed the most High Priests.

The lamb was lifted to the sun

An offering for the feast.

 

 

Bleats and bells choked with dust;

The throng gasping in awe.

Behind the veil, the ransom must

Complete the atonement law.

 

The Priest sprinkled the blood

Upon the altar of God.

Forgiveness appeared in bud,

Dispersing all sins abroad.

 

The Son’s blood was shed

Heart and spirit forsaken

A life taken in my stead

My soul did finally waken…

 

God’s love song fills the air:

 

“Unto you a Savior is born; a Sacrifice offered so rare. 

Holy blood the altar adorns–May your souls be reborn!”

 © Jeanne E. Webster

 

Gold and Silver

ark of the covenant

Image by schmish via Flickr

 

2 Chronicles 5

Temple Preparation

Overview-the Feast

Solomon ordered the elders of Israel to place all David’s treasures of silver, gold, and musical instruments in the house of God, for these were committed to the Lord.  Later all the men of Israel gathered before King Solomon as the priests and Levites sacrificed multitudes of animals for the feast.  Afterwards the priests carried the ark into the house of the Lord, into the Holy of Holies.   The ark contained only the two stones on which were the laws of the covenant.  When they came out of the Holy place, the priests and Levites sang and played musical tributes of praise to their God, thanking Him in one voice: “He is good, His mercy endures forever.”  Suddenly the temple was veiled, as His glory occupied His house!

When we covenant with God, our bodies become His temple.  Having dedicated all our treasures (all we have and all we are), we lay them at the feet of Jesus, the ultimate, supreme Sacrifice.  God can then enter our hearts and fill us with His glory.  We must remember…this is the living God! May we praise and thank Him in voice and heart for His covenant with us!  Amen

Thank you, Lord, for saving my soul;

Thank you, Lord, for making me whole.

Thank you, Lord, for giving to me

Thy great salvation, so full and free!