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The Politics of Freedom

I just re-read all of this. I was wondering why I had put such a lengthy article, whole, into my blog. I found out. I want every single word, including all the scripture references read over and over again. Lest we forget, it is Remembrance Day today, November 11. We cannot take freedom for granted, as we have my whole life of 62 years. Please comment when you have taken the time to read this.

Glenn Beck, John Hagee


This is one to refer to every year or so. These are exciting times we live in.

The Day Beck Shook America

Turn back to God.

Vancouver in March

I’m not so good with photos, but here are a couple taken in Vancouver in March 2010.  The Butchart Gardens were in tree bloom.  We timed the weather just right.  

Our family in front of the Langley, BC temple

Father’s Day

This is the picture that I see every time I sit at my computer.  Not because it is posted on the wall, but because it is in a clear plastic wall file holder, nestled behind and over to the side of my computer.  This is probably not the best photo of my dad, as it was scanned from his California driver’s license, but according to the date, it was likely one of the last pictures taken of him.

The most vivid pictures I have of my father are those embedded in my memory.  I have a picture of me riding behind him on his horse, over the hills on our ranch, through the trees and across the river, feeling the splash, and his hand holding my leg securely so I wouldn’t bounce off his horse.  I have a picture of us laughing and teasing each other and talking endlessly as we rode.  I was measured by how far I could reach around him, and how sad it was when I realized my hands could touch, because that meant I was getting too big.

Sacred pictures emit similar feelings, and sacred places do too.

The temple – the hills where we rode the horse, my church – my home that I live in now, this photo of my dad – this artist’s conception of Christ

They all feel like hallowed space.  “Remove thy shoes”

Happy Father’s Day Dad.  I have never forgotten our pictures and the wonderful childhood memories etched, embedded, and echoed in my memory forever.

Hidden within this article is a pattern for our own personal blueprint, that if taken seriously, can guide us through the building of our lives, at the intrinsic level.

Social cushions

The Constitution
I read and listened to this speech today, given in 1991 by Rex E Lee on the Constitution of the United States.
Comparing his thoughts to where we are today with social justice forces one to wake up. Wherever we see “social justice” on a political or religious website, if you look for the links on the page and follow them back, they will take you straight to socialism, marxism, communism pages where they train you to be a social revolutionary. Social Justice is code for redistribution of wealth, and has nothing to do with actually caring for one another. It destroys personal empathy to let the government do it through taxes.

I like the social cushions we have in Canada of health, education and welfare. But it seems we are a bit stifled because of them. IF, and I mean that as a giant IF, the stock market crashed and our money became worthless, those social cushions would disappear. We may find ourselves standing naked and alone. Who would you turn to?

I cling to the principles outlined in the Constitution of the United States, and to Canada, although I can not remember studying the Canadian constitution in school. I lived in the USA long enough to see the difference between a Canadian and an American as it relates to patriotism.