Friday, April 27, 2007


I am not the most 'Religious' person in the world. I don't spend nights and weekends in some church. However, I know a few things. First and foremost -

Madeline Ohare is dead!!!! She did not believe in anything. Oh wait, she did, money and armaggedon. She got both. If you don't believe that latter part, look at Columbine, or Virginia Tech. We have replaced God with guns and violence in our schools and homes. We cannot disipline because it is abuse. Excuse me, but not being able to disipline is why we have these problems. Wake up people!!! It is time to bring God back. I don't care if you are a Christian and your God is God, or Muslim and you believe in Allah, or some other higher supreme being. We need to bring prayer back to the schools, into our lives!! You don't believe in prayer or a God? Then use that time to reflect on your life. We don't necessarily need to spank our kids, but we must, absolutely must, instill disiplne and respect. We must take the court system and government out of it. You believe in money? It still says in God we trust. Who do you trust?

Anyone care to start a movement to reinstill God in our lives, in our schools, in our Government? Contact me at unwriter @ I don't know if we can do anything but right now our doing nothing is getting our kids killed!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

What hath we wrought!?!

I received the following in a very special group. It is so very true!!!! The question becomes, are we a country run by one dead athiest or do we follow the god given rules? It took an athiest to remove prayer from school. It will take a God fearing country to put it back. Let us hope he returns to school before all the schools have been riddled with the bullets of troubled minds armed to the teeth. Please read the following and pass it on.


On Thursday, Darrell Scott, the father of Rachel Scott, a victim of the Columbine High School shootings in Littleton, Colorado , was invited to address the House Judiciary Committee's subcommittee. What he said to our national leaders during this special session of Congress was painfully truthful.They were not prepared for what he was to say, nor was it received well. It needs to be heard by every parent, every teacher, every politician, every sociologist, every psychologist, and every so-called expert! These courageous words spoken by Darrell Scott are powerful, penetrating, and deeply personal. There is no doubt that God sent this man as a voice crying in the wilderness. The following is a portion of the transcript:"Since the dawn of creation there has been both good & evil in the hearts of men and women. We all contain the seeds of kindness or the seeds of violence. The death of my wonderful daughter, Rachel Joy Scott, and the deaths of that heroic teacher, and the other eleven children who died must not be in vain. Their blood cries out for answers."The first recorded act of violence was when Cain slew his brother Abel out in the field. The villain was not the club he used.. Neither was it the NCA, the National Club Association. The true killer was Cain, and the reason for the murder could only be found in Cain's heart."In the days that followed the Columbine tragedy, I was amazed at how quickly fingers began to be pointed at groups such as the NRA. I am not a member of the NRA. I am not a hunter. I do not even own a gun. I am not here to represent or defend the NRA - because I don't believe that they are responsible for my daughter's death. Therefore I do not believe that they need to be defended. If I believed they had anything to do with Rachel's murder I would be their strongest opponent.I am here today to declare that Columbine was not just a tragedy – it was a spiritual event that should be forcing us to look at where the real blame lies! Much of the blame lies here in this room. Much of the blame lies behind the pointing fingers of the accusers themselves. I wrote a poem just four nights ago that expresses my feelings best. This was written way before I knew I would be speaking here today:Your laws ignore our deepest needs,Your words are empty air.You've stripped away our heritage,You've outlawed simple prayer.Now gunshots fill our classrooms,And precious children die.You seek for answers everywhere,And ask the question "Why?"You regulate restrictive laws,Through legislative creed.And yet you fail to understand,That God is what we need!"Men and women are three-part beings. We all consist of body, mind, and spirit. When we refuse to acknowledge a third part of our make-up, we create a void that allows evil, prejudice, and hatred to rush in and wreak havoc. Spiritual presences were present within our educational systems for most of our nation's history. Many of our major colleges began as theological seminaries. This is a historical fact. What has happened to us as a nation? We have refused to honor God, and in so doing, we open the doors to hatred and violence. And when something as terrible as Columbine's tragedy occurs -- politicians immediately look for a scapegoat such as the NRA. They immediately seek to pass more restrictive laws that contribute to erode away our personal and private liberties. We do not need more restrictive laws. Eric and Dylan would not have been stopped by metal detectors. No amount of gun laws can stop someone who spends months planning this type of massacre. The real villain lieswithin our own hearts."As my son Craig lay under that table in the school library and saw his two friends murdered before his very eyes, he did not hesitate to pray in school. I defy any law or politician to deny him that right! I challenge every young person in America , and around the world, to realize that on April 20, 1999 , at Columbine High School prayer was brought back to our schools. Do not let the many prayers offered by those students be in vain. Dare to move into the new millennium with a sacred disregard for legislation that violates your God-given right to communicate with Him. To those of you who would point your finger at the NRA – I give to you a sincere challenge. Dare to examine your own heart before casting the first stone!My daughter's death will not be in vain! The young people of this country will not allow that to happen!"Do what the media did not - - let the nation hear this man's speech.. Please send this out to everyone you can .

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

bartender, pass me my pills

Mother says to Johnny, "Don't take drugs. Pass me my xanax please." What kind of message are we sending to the kids? Over 80% of the ads on television are for one drug or another. There's one to put you to sleep, one to wake you up, one for anxiety, one for depression, etc. The average home has at least four bottles of pills prescribed by a doctor!! Mom and dad get up and head to the bathroom, get a glass of water and a handfull of pills to survive the day. Before going to bed they take another handfull to survive the night.

However, booze seems to be ok. The ad's that aren't for drugs are for one beer or another. Grab a beer, take your pills and hope you can see well enough to find your car keys. But, make sure to tell the kids not to take pills.

Take the ads for drugs out of Readers Digest and other mags and there is nothing left. We have become a nation that is so clean and sterile that even the simplest of germs will lay us out flat. We are now the United States of Pharmacia. So, I guess the real question is, "Does Acccident forgiveness count even in fatal accidents?:"

Pass me my beer, I have pills to take.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

The Storm has arrived!!

Storm, the most viscereal, inspiring book ever written is now available!

Oh, wait, you don't know about Storm yet? I've had a visit with the author, Joyce Anthony and here is our conversation.

Ron: What was your inspiration for having Storm show up at a lighthouse?

Joyce: I tried to think of the most isolated, out-of-the way place I could, one that was also fairly safe from weather and critters--and a lighthouse in the middle of an ocean was perfect :-)

Ron: Where did the picture (mental) come from for a whirling rainbow?

Joyce: One day the thought occurred to me that some days all the colors of the rainbow swirl together so tightly they create balck--therefore, even on the blackest of days, there is always a rainbow.

Ron: Is Storm, the title and main character, a play on temptuous?

Joyce: Other than the fact he appeared during a storm, I find storms powerful. They always bring about chnge, sometimes drastic and other times subtle--but always a change. Like a storm, my MC is powerful and brings about change to all he touches.

Ron: Maggie, in her role, designed as man's best friend for the obvious reason?

Joyce: Maggie actually showed up out of nowhere and made herself part of the story--I didn't create her. She had her own reasons for appearing.

Ron: How did Storm remain on the island 33 years and have nobody question it?

Joyce: Seafaring men are often "ask no questions, make no explanations" types. There was the orphanage Sam grew up in on the mainland and Sam had a reputation from his captain days of being kind and caring--it was most likely assumed he had adopted Storm for company and help.

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Fire and Ice

I've posted many things on these blogs. But the one I am about to post is very special. Read it carefully because these two have pulled together like no one I've ever known and under the most adverse of conditions. This is the story of two hero's that I am very priviledged and proud to know.

This was written by Joyce Anthony and Shane

I need to preface this message with the fact I am not trying to convert anyone but God plays a big part in it--so if you feel you will be offended by the mention of His name, feel free to delete. I do hope you read though--it is very important,
Yesterday, the five apartment building I live in caught fire. Four of the five apartments were occupied. When it was all over, not one person nor one animal lost a life. Two apartments are uninhabitable, one is severely smoke damaged. Mine and the back apartment--who' s occupant is away at a church retreat this week are fine--just a very slight smell of smoke.
In the midst of trying to get all my critters out, I wasn't allowed to return--my cats and doves were still inside--the back apartment has two cats and four newborn kittens--and a kitten of five months ran into the apartment that was on fire. A snowstorm saw cockateils and a chinchilla sitting on the sidewalk. Why do I tell you this? Becaus at least some of these should naturally not have made it--yet they did.
As a lay in bed last night with now heat or electricity, I said a prayer of thanks to God. Then it hit me--when we could no longer come inside, my son was sobbing, heartbroken that we couldn't get the cats. As he held onto me, I told him to pray--we stood there, smoke pouring around us and prayed--I heard my son's words--God, please save the animals, please save Whisper (the kitten who went into the burning apartment). He kept repeating God don't let the animals die." As we prayed, his sobs subsided and he went to hunt down a dog that wasn't ours that had run in fear and carried the 40+ pound dog back two blocks when he found her.
I realized as this came back to me--the two apartments that remained livable were ours and the man at the church retreat--a loner who rarely gets involved with anyone, yet is quick to help if asked.
The firemen got the fire out--they entered the smoke-filled apartments to check for cats they could not find--and opened a window in the room with the dove cage--something else that could have killed them--yet the fireman was trying to help. Not one fireman was injured in this incident.
What saved our animals? What helped get everyone out alive? Faith--faith and a willingness to ask God for help--for it was in His hands at that point. I needed to share this with you guys. Why? Because so often I am asked how my faith became so strong--this has been the most trying test, but there have been others--and God has never failed me. I needed to share that--my faith is part of who I am. I thank God for each and every life He saved yesterday--and for allowing me to be here to share this with you.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

The gemshop

This is for all those writers out there. I'll add more as I go along, but only the top gems make it. The list so far:
Emerald: Joyce A. Anthony - Storm {no matter what I read, this one is always on top}
Red Sapphire: Janet Elaine Smith -Pampas, Patrick and Grace mysteries, Keith Trilogy and many more.
Turquoise: Barbara Williamson-Wood - Inner trappings
{uncut} Joyce Scarbrough - True Blue Forever