Friday, April 8, 2011

Dear Patriots

Dear Patriots:
William G Burmer

When I was barely 6 years old living in Santa Cruz, California my little brother and I had a Cocker Spaniel we named Sparkle. We played outside; our favorite activity was playing cowboys and Indians. We used to argue about who would be Roy Rogers or Hop along Cassidy. The argument really was more over a scarf my mother let us use. To us it was a real indicator of a true cowboy. Sparkle would be tied up to our red wagon as a pretend horse.

The year was 1950 and about early October. For those who remember the 50s they were good years. People were pretty friendly and helpful towards one another. Best part of our young life was getting into the Kiddy Matinee at the local theater on Saturdays for .10cents. With another dime we could get a candy bar. This treat of course all depended upon being good during the previous week.

At any event, our yard was our world and around it was a white picket fence just high enough we could barely see over it but an adult could straddle over it with ease. Not even Sparkle could get out. One day however the front gate was left open a bit and our dog got out, we dared not pursue him as we would get into trouble ourselves. Sparkle was hit by a car. Amidst our screams dad sent us into the house each of us crying our eyes out. For all we knew at the time, and were told, Sparkle was a goner. Eventually we got over it and as they say “moved on.”

A couple days before Christmas there was a knock on our door, sometime in the evening because my dad answered it. At the door was a man with a dog in his arms. To our surprise it was Sparkle. He had a cast on one of his legs but after the man put him down he immediately recognized my brother and I and we were overjoyed to be reunited together once again. I know my father must have thanked him profusely. What a great thing for a stranger to do. It was our favorite Christmas gift ever. He obviously had to have paid all the Vet expenses and cared for Sparkle until he brought him back to us. As I have pondered that time over 60 years ago, I wonder if such a kind gesture of love would be played out in today’s world. I would hope this would be the case because I know there are many good people in the world to spite the selfish extremes we see constantly on the news.

In obedience to the second great commandment in the law “love they Neighbor” in the book of Hebrews chapter 6 we find in verse 19 “For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name, in that yea have ministered to the saints, and do minister. And in verse 12 “that ye be not slothful, but followers of them who through faith and patience inherit the promises--- of Abraham.”

Throughout the scriptures the Lord is not apt to reward anyone who is not willing to work, and show by their works that they love God. This attitude taught by the Lord to his children, you and I, underscores the problem we have in the world of government today in the U S of A.

No place in the Constitution will you find where government is authorized to care for anything other than protecting our liberty to care for ourselves, and in the extremities of our existence to care for others as only God has prescribed.

In today’s world Men have become slaves to a system of government where all their needs are taken care of on the backs of those who labor, burdened with a tax system that spells tyranny plain and simple. It is a tyrannical form of slavery where one is made dependent upon another for their existence. Too many people have become so accustomed to the idea that it is government money they receive they are truly blinded to the reality that it is tax money; money taken from those in the private labor sector, who are forced to pay tribute. Government produces no wealth of itself, if only they knew it.

Our Constitution does not prescribe such a system as we currently endure; a system that has greater force than the Constitution itself. It is called the IRS, in California it includes the Franchise Tax Board, in Washington DC it is a Legislature maintaining power over We the People it is sworn by oath to serve, in other words a form of unrighteous dominion. This is done by promising goodies to slothful individuals, creating in its wake a dependency undeserved, unneeded, unappreciated, and detrimental to the common industry that lies dormant or dead on the individual recipient.

It is beyond my comprehension how anyone with any common sense can think otherwise. My faith is in men and women who love the Lord our God. Those who follow His teachings, who love our country and its God given Constitution.

In 1950 my father was young, he worked hard, and he was poor with a small family to support. Someone was moved with compassion and saw to it that two little boys who lost their pet were not dismissed as insignificant. It would have been easy to have Sparkle euphenized, instead his wounds were bound up, and he was cared for, and at the appropriate time returned to its owners. That my friends are the kind of people America has produced and are of the kind and character that will restore our country to its rightful place in the world, a leader among all the nations of the earth; a people who love God more than they fear the world created by those in Babylon .


barb p said...

Well said, and sad...

jerry s said...

Wonderful!! An inspired piece, Grant. Thank you.

Kevin Bryant said...

Great story and greater message. Thank you for sharing it.