The Last Straw

I don’t know about you, but I drink everything through a straw. I prefer the strong unbendable plastic ones, I use them to drink my iced tea, water and sodas. My husband always has a chocolate shake at In n Out, and no paper straw is going to endure the thickness of that drink.

I understand the importance of being green, and will do my due diligence to comply with Mother Earth. So now why do we need to use metal or glass straws? When and how did that happen? I find this to be intrusive, and unsanitary, and cleaning a straw uses up water, right? And aside from that, we’re going to need a special tool for cleaning!

The thing that bothers me most is how corporate America has gotten all up in the business of doing the right thing for all the wrong reasons. Starbucks announced that they were doing away with plastic straws, but don’t worry, they will sell you an environmentally safe straw. Aren’t the lids from their coffee made of plastic? I never purchase coffee from this establishment for two reasons: they are hypocrites, and their products are way too expensive. College students should consider using the money wasted on a Frappuccino to pay for a large portion of their tuition. I am grateful for one thing, though, that at any time anyone can use their facility without making a purchase. I do praise God for that.

I know, I know…the terrible plight of the sea turtle that suffered the unfortunate fate of a straw stuck up its nostril. I watched the video and prayed for a successful outcome. I honestly breathed a sigh of relief when the the last particle of the straw was extracted. I’m an animal lover and do my part in contributing to the betterment of their health.

Psalm 95:5 New King James Version (NKJV)

The sea is His, for He made it;
And His hands formed the dry land.

I once saved a bee from drowning in my pool. No video, but It really did happen. I noticed a lifeless bee while I was swimming laps, so cupped my hands to remove its body from the water, and much to my amazement, the bee showed a sign of life. I gently placed it at the edge of the pool and continued with my laps. I kept a close eye on the waterlogged insect, and with each lap the little guy was drying out. At one point, I thought I was going to have to put him out of his misery because one of wings was missing. Turns out that the wing was still drying and stuck to its body. The strong-willed little creature mustered enough strength to live. Finally, after about a half an hour, the bee flew away. Since that day I feel that no bee will ever sting me because I am a bee whisperer.

In California we have to adjust to many new laws each year, and last year we were forced to purchase our plastic bags whenever we go grocery shopping. This was a huge problem for me because I really recycle bags, I use them for cleaning the litter box and most importantly, for packing lunches for the homeless. It totally messed up my system. I rarely bring a bag with me when going to the grocery store because I need the bags, so every time I go to Ralphs or Sprouts, I pay the extra ten cents for more bags. Sure, I have plenty of those fancier bags from companies promoting their goods, but if I bring my groceries in from the car, I do not want to walk back to the car to put the bags back into the trunk. That drives me crazy!

I will use plastic straws responsibly until they are no longer in existence. I never litter! As a matter of fact that is my biggest pet peeve!

Are we such a terrible human race that is out to destroy the world? No! So stop teaching our kids that nonsense. Teach them first to love God, and then teach them to become responsible, in the caring of Mother Earth. Don’t turn them into militant mini green people; they already are so confused about all the other useless stuff we throw their way.

The City of Orange provides a huge recycling bin for our personal use. Not everything goes into the landfills; we sit on recycled park benches, and use recycled toilet paper. Little by little we are making an effort to improve our environment. We are working toward mulching every possible piece of trash for the purpose of cleaning up our planet.

The poor plastic straw will be extinct, because according to scientists, it takes over 400 years to decompose. To the average person, this has “Fake news” written all over it. We can’t say, “Another one bites the dust,” because these straws will outlive us by many generations.

Soon I will no longer be able to say, “May I please have a straw with my drink? Otherwise all the ice will hit my face.”

Numbers 35:33-34 New King James Version (NKJV)

33 So you shall not pollute the land where you are; for blood defiles the land, and no atonement can be made for the land, for the blood that is shed on it, except by the blood of him who shed it. 34 Therefore do not defile the land which you inhabit, in the midst of which I dwell; for I the Lord dwell among the children of Israel.’ ”

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40 Days

This week we are entering the holy season of Lent. For 40 days we are to prepare our minds, bodies and spirit to draw closer to God. The number 40 appears in the Bible over 140 times. The rain that God brought down to destroy all living creatures in the Book of Genesis lasted 40 days and nights, The Israelites wandered in the desert for 40 years, and Moses stayed on Mount Sinai in the presence of God, are a few examples of 40 days. Moses is a great lesson of what 40 days represents.

When Moses went up to Mount Sinai, he was there for 40 days and forty nights. The mountain top was billowing with smoke, the earth was shaking, the skies were thundering, all because of the presence of God. The Israelites witnessed this cataclysmic event, and were terrified. Imagine beholding this supernatural event, to see and smell the mountain filled with smoke, to feel the earthquake, to hear the rumbling of the loud thunder and still not understand the presence of God?

Exodus 34:27-28 New King James Version (NKJV)

27 Then the Lord said to Moses, “Write these words, for according to the tenor of these words I have made a covenant with you and with Israel.” 28 So he was there with the Lord forty days and forty nights; he neither ate bread nor drank water. And He wrote on the tablets the words of the covenant, the Ten Commandments.

Why did the Israelites not discern this? The main reason is that they were spiritually inept and unequally yoked with the Spirit of God. They grew impatient with Moses, and took matters into their own hands. Together, with Aaron (Moses’ brother) they did the unthinkable, and molded a golden calf. Aaron, the same man that God used to come alongside his brother, caved into the demands of the masses.

There is a strong correlation between the Israelites and people of today. We’ve become the ones waiting impatiently at the bottom of the mountain. We no longer want to hear from God, so we take matters into our own hands. The golden calves are springing up everywhere in the hearts of the disillusioned. We fail to see the hand of God because we’ve become complacent. Remember, Moses was on Mount Sinai because God had entrusted him with the Ten Commandments. The 40 days that Moses was in the presence of God was mighty, so much so that when he came down from the mountain, his countenance was radiant because of the glory of God.

Exodus 34:35 New King James Version (NKJV)

35 And whenever the children of Israel saw the face of Moses, that the skin of Moses’ face shone, then Moses would put the veil on his face again, until he went in to speak with Him.

Each year the Lord graciously allows us a period of 40 days to reexamine our lives. These 40 days are set aside to reflect on our inward self. This is a time to purge ourselves of the things of the world. This is a time for conversion, a time to pray, fast, and to give of yourself to others.

Praying is time set aside to be with God. If you do not pray on a regular basis, you can start with just 15 minutes of quiet time with the Lord. Talk to Him as if you were speaking to your best friend. Read the Bible, you can start with Proverbs. One Proverb a day is just enough to keep going back for more. Proverbs are rich in instruction for everyday living.

Fasting: years ago I could fast for as long as 10 days. Those days are long gone, but this year I am going to fast by offering up one meal a day. Fasting is a not only ridding your body of toxins, it is also clearing your mind of all that clutters and keeps you from focusing on God. Fasting, along with prayer, will help you attain a newness within your spirit because this is a true sacrifice.

Almsgiving, or giving of yourself, is allowing the Holy Spirit to not only move on you but to bless others by giving your time unselfishly. With our busy schedules, you can plan to do something to help those in need. Sometimes the Lord calls us to give money to a cause close to your heart. 

My Prayer: Dear Heavenly Father, I pray that during these 40 days of Lent  with You I experience a conversion of my heart. Teach me to be more loving, especially to those that I do not particularly like. Give me special graces to learn to love them. Help to fast so that I can experience your holy presence more deeply as Moses did. Dear Lord, use me as never before to help others, especially the hurting. Give me the right words to speak, and help me  glorify you in all that I do. Amen
 
 
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And Then There Were Three

As I was picking up supplies for Skid Row, a thought came to me that in the past 20 years, so many people have been touched by this small outreach; truly only God knows how many have been blessed.

Me, Jane, and Robert

When I arrived at Nohl Canyon Elementary School, Mrs. Donaldson was waiting for me at the back gate of the playing field to open the chain link fence. If you can imagine 20 sixth-graders rushing to unload the supplies! They were eager to help; their excitement was delightful. When I come to this school I try to make small talk with some of the students, but due to the complexity of this undertaking, it’s almost impossible. I did meet Maya, a new student. Maya was born and raised in China but she speaks fluent English, I asked her where she learned English, and she said that it was from watching videos on “You Tube” in China. I was not surprised because last year, while I was in Israel, I met a group of Israeli students on Mt. Tabor. They were speaking fluent Spanish, and when I asked them where they learned to speak in Spanish they said that they watched telenovelas. Note to self: watch more Univision to improve my Spanish.

All of these children, along with several parents, are dedicated to this service. There is always a spirit of peace and excitement; knowing that they participated in helping the needs of others is their greatest reward.

The sixth- graders unloading the supplies

From their loving hands into the hands of the poor, I get to experience the end results. As I have explained in the past, Skid Row is a community of people who have, for whatever reason, ended up one level above Hell. They live lives of drugs, violence, and neglect. They have become outcasts for the lack of resources and their inability to move forward. So the next best thing to numb the pain is drugs, lots of drugs. They feel abandoned, and for this reason many of the displaced have adopted dogs. They understand the reciprocity of an animal. A dog is truly man’s best friend on Skid Row. The dog will never verbally abuse you, it will not steal from you, and it will not beat you. These dogs protect them and their property.

Saturday’s outreach was powerful. Even though we were only three, Jane, Robert, and myself, the Lord blessed us. We never felt intimidated or overwhelmed because of our number. We did our part in handing out the meals and praying for those who needed prayer.

James and Jane
Baby Girl, one of the many dogs on Skid Row

We did encounter hazardous obstacles. A woman who got in my face when I reminded her that I had already given her two meals, said, “You didn’t give me two lunches, I know how to count, you stupid a**!” I looked blankly back into her eyes, and the white, crinkly-faced woman was filled with anger. You should never look away when you encounter this kind of situation, because it shows them a sign of weakness. We never engage in an argument either, because that is how they operate on Skid Row: it’s one fight after another. The homeless read body language too, and anything that they feel offended by provokes them to come at you.

As we were walking past one of the tents, we heard someone suffer a physical blow. Then an attractive long-legged, tall black woman come out of the tent in her underwear. A huge fight broke out between her and her boyfriend. The colorful language, fit for an “R” rated movie, is never shocking, but it was the tone in her voice that warned us to stay clear. The young woman was fuming mad because her boyfriend took her suitcase. The lunch made by the sixth- graders was thrown at her partner, and it barely missed me, but landed on poor Robert’s leg. Sometimes it is difficult to escape these ongoing incidents.

Skid Row residents rarely follow rules. People walk in the middle of the street, and if you honk your horn, a mini riot will break out. The trash is discarded on the street, the dogs’ dung is usually on the sidewalk, and there are no cute little plastic bag dispensers to pick-up the dog waste, so you must watch your every step.

As we were handing out lunches at “Refresh Spot” Robert encountered the same fate as I did earlier. A transgender person wanted another meal, and when Robert refused the person, she got in Robert’s face, with one hand on her hip, wagging her finger, and shaking her head side to side. She staring yelling, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again!” Of course, this was followed by the most disrespectful language ever. Robert stood his ground, no explanation of defense from him, because they are always “right,” so any words would fall on deaf ears. We have two choices when this happens: walk away, or wait for them to finish the chastisement. You need to have godly discernment because if you do walk away, sometimes they will follow you until they get tired. We are always praying in the Spirit, because this is the only way you can make it safely though Skid Row.

Someone’s son

Jane and I always carpool to Skid Row, and I always travel with my huge handbag, but this time I decided to leave my purse behind, Jane followed suit. We got so caught up in conversation that we forgot to pray. Normally Jane reads from a prayer book, and then we pray the Rosary; no handbag, no prayer book, no Rosary, equals chaos.

Robert, Tristan, Johnny, Jane, and me

Romans 15:1-2

 1 Now, we that are stronger ought to bear the infirmities of the weak and not to please ourselves. 2 Let every one of you Please his neighbor unto good, to edification.



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