Tuesday, December 25, 2012


Pray in the Spirit and Pray Always

I am reminded that my head is not connected to my heart, therefore if I try to decode what is happening, I will fall short.

So I must put on the armor of god, and wait for the tempest to come.

10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. 11 Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. 12 For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. 13 Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14 Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15 and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16 In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17 Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

18 And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people. (Eph 6: 10-18)



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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Back to Square One/Moving to Square Three?

When your primary refers you to a specialist for an opinion, what is your expectation or anticipation?  New insight into symptoms, innovative treatment for ailments, latest therapy techniques for recovery? 

Testing to move forward in diagnosis and treatment sounds reasonable and logical.  Although you just got a $396 bill for the consultation that insurance approved as covered with your co-pay.  Just to check you call the central billing number, and go through twelve prompts to get to a rep.  They ask you everything including, what did you order from McDonald's drive thru on the 30th?  Uh, side salad?   Gzzzzzxxxzzzzzzzzzzxxxxzzz!!  Not true!  "OK, McDouble and large Coke...the dollar menu."  WE KNEW THAT!    OK, why did I get this bill.  Let me check.  Oh, we just send out bills.  Why?  We just do; can I be of any other assistance today?  Well, why...bill?  Thank you for calling; you'll get another bill next month.  Bye, have a nice day and a wonderful Holiday....you dummmmmm... fool, hahahahahah!", after she clicks off and on to the next customer service contact.

Signing in to the next appointment for testing, don't mention the bill cause don't want any medical staff getting p.....ed off at you.  Now you're in the flourescent-light blinding room, chest naked, gown open to the front...this will be cold, at which time you're twisted into contorted positions even "The Jerk" couldn't accomplish on two feet, but you're  sideways on a flat vinyl table with jelly on your chest and sonogram mouse taking pictures of ventrica, arteries, chambers, and valves, at the same time a pulsimeter measures the ba bum, ba bum, ba bum, ba bum.  Oh good, I have one.

Taping the gown shut with scotch tape, there are no ties at the top, you're told, doctor will be right in.  Next test requires an IV which he has to set up.  Your doctor left to go to the hospital, but we'll find another one.  Later, in the aftermath, your doctor sticks his head through the door, "Doing all right?"  Before you can answer, he shuts the door and moves on.  Clearly there has been no 45 minute hospital visit, but Ramadan shopping; everyone gets into the reason for the season...shopping and shipping, him to Mom in suburban Calcutta.

While he was out, the other doctor, stating that he doesn't know my "history" starts the IV.  I am not looking when he shouts, "Bleeding...it's bleeding!"  At which time I look down to see red spurting from the vein that  he found.  Over the next 30 seconds I'm reeling as continuing to glance at the problem arm area where red keeps flowing freely down my arm, on the table, to the floor, flowing and dripping.  At which time he tells me he hasn't done this for 20 years.  I begin to get light-headed and start to faint, murmuring...I can't do this, can't do this.  With fight or flight setting in I would run if I could stand up.  He keeps ordering the two nurses to clean up the blood as it continues to run while I am wondering when or if he plans to stop it; I wanted to apply direct pressure myself, but there was a needle in the vein.  After a few minutes, the three of them confirmed that the IV was ready, and I would have the test.  I tried to get out of it, thinking if this doctor didn't know how to stop bleeding from the IV, how could he administer the IV drug and conduct the test without killing me.  At their mercy, I laid back slightly convulsing and they started the drip.  Now move, they said, there it goes.  Heart starts audibly pumping on the computer; now more; heart is pounding...babum, babum, babum, babum, babum.  Now more; one's taking pictures of my heart with the sonogram while another is amping up the drug.  Up to 91; got to get up to 132.  Oh no, they're not.  Okay now the heart is racing, whole body is shaking, bbbm  bbbm  bbbm  bbbm bbbm bbbm bbbm bbbm bbbm, no time in between for the vowels.  It's at 124, keep going.  At which time I determined, "No!  That's it, my extremities are numb, you have to stop at 124; that's good enough."  After more of their insistence, I declined the optimal rate; they allowed the speed to slow down, and continued to take pictures.  It's over; it's over; I'm freezing; get dressed and stumble to the door. "Wait, let me take out the IV needle; oh, it's still bleeding; must be your medication." 

What medication, I thought, Vitamin D and neosporin on my finger cut; yeah, that must be it.   Don't say anything; you don't want to get any of these p...ed off at you.  They could really nail you on the bill next time.  You're outta there.

That was  Square Two; not gonna be any moving on to Square Three.   

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Leaves_of_Grass

I do not ask the wounded person how he feels, I myself become the wounded person.  My hurts turn livid upon me as I lean on a cane and observe.  (33)

Immense have been the preparations for me.  Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me.  (44)

But my charity has no death - my wisdom dies not, neither early or late,
And my sweet love bequeath'd here and elsewhere never dies.
 

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Hey, Math

High School math is under pressure in America to improve.  Considering that the country is low on the world list of math and science achievement, schools are targeted and scrutinized on the basis of percentage increases in test score data.  Schools are monitored by bombardment, harrassment, subterfuge, malignment, and threats in a system fostering preservation and promotion of thugs, stooges, and pawns who are willing to operate within its deception and corruption for gain of top players accumulating personal benefits at the expense of educational buffoonery.

The initiative deploys representatives of the Feds teamed up with state and district directors, decked out in their starched white shirts, ties, and black suits (the women are clad in straight, too short, skirts, like the ones you see on all the female newspersons, and their chosen blouse color seems to be power pink), polished black Florsheims, or for the women, black block heeled pumps, to storm unannounced into classrooms, spread themselves strategically about the room, observe what you're doing and make notes on forms on clipboards.  They search the room for evidence that anyone knows anything; then they start asking the kids questions while you are standing talking in the front of the class while no one is listening because they are frozen like sticks.

At first the kids are like deer in headlights; desperately seeking eye contact with the teacher to see what to do or how to react, or escape.  Finding that the teacher is as trapped as they are, students simply stutter, stammer, or lock their mouths shut throughout the drill.  

After the assault, the Feds and friends file out the door casting looks over their shoulders of disdain, disgust, and disapproval.  

The next day emails are sent out to all employees regarding results of the observation stating "kids  when asked could not articulate what they were doing or why they were doing it."  In actuality, the kids could not articulate at all because they were in shock and fear of every kind of degradation and public humiliation.

At this point, teachers observed are made to respond to the report saying that the observation and feedback has caused them to become better teachers and motivated more than ever to provide higher level critical thinking  opportunities with accountable talk and "rigorous" lessons.

Feedback from the students is really, "Who are those people and why were they here; they are scary."  Teachers would like to reassure students that they are safe from these attacks, but there is no repose.

In response, students having experienced these "visits" in the past now shut down completely when confronted by the group; they refuse to talk or answer any questions.  The students go into freeze and act-deaf mode, and never make eye contact; don't make these people think they can break us; we won't talk.  This part I like, the kids show personal survival skills.   I have learned from them and don't answer anything either; just act too busy with students to respond.  Students final input is, to put it nicely, "Screw them!"  which I think could be a valid  response to the process.

One student so aptly editorialized at the top of one of his unit assessments about the pressure on math by writing a note to "math."  He wrote, expressing his repulsion for the "math climate": 

"Hey Math, if you're so stressed out, why don't you solve your own problems?"

He didn't read or solve another math problem at this school; his mother withdrew him and transferred to another district.  Smart mom.

    

Thursday, December 6, 2012

He is Faithful Who has called Us

God likes F.A.S.T. mostly because it mentions Him, and He knows His glory is our sufficiency and salvation day by day and forever. FAST is really about His faithfulness and our wish to be renewed in Him.


Example of how He likes any heart action toward Him: I wrote down the "Every Hour I Call to Thee" the other day, and then I went to find a picture. You can tell I downloaded a bunch of National Geographic Photos that I like, and I am using them. But when I downloaded about 70 of them, I didn't name them; they are just listed as a bunch of numbers, so I can't find any until I go in look at them and rename them. I don't know why my software doesn't ask me to name them when I save them at first. But when I went in to find a photo for "I Call to Thee" I just randomly clicked on any number just to "start" looking for any photo.

And guess what? Immediately that photo of the beautiful bird came up, out of all those random numbers. I was so shocked into God's presence and His care for us, I will not forget this sign, He knows. The photographer's explanation on this photo was that this is an adolescent bird calling and waving to its parents that are on a higher limb. Just like we are God's kids and we call to Him. We need Him. There is no way these are coincidences; you can't choose one number out of 70 and get the one that's perfect; not humanly possible. But He says, with Him all things are possible. It is a simple blog and simple truth, but God likes it. He likes calling to HIM!!!

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Saturday, December 1, 2012

I Call to Thee
Every Hour


I need thee every hour,

Most gracious Lord.

No tender voice like thou, 

Can peace afford.

I need thee; yes, I need thee.

Every hour I need thee.

Come swiftly now my Saviour;

I call to thee.


For Title, Author, and complete words, see Selah, "Hiding Place"