We beseech Thee, O Lord!
Jordan. It is rare that I memorialize a known Buddhist, but it is paramount that I honor a woman who fought for herself against all odds. Sister Anna Mae Bullock passed from this mortal coil behind the walls of her castle in Switzerland last week. I fondly refer to her by her birth name as a way to remember her in her purest form. Through her work in Satan’s music, she became known as Tina Turner, wife of known reprobate, Ike Turner. Years of abuse at Ike’s hands caused her to snap, right here in my hometown of Dallas, in 1976. Due to her determination to break the bonds of a nasty man, the Lord shone down on her and brought her much fame and fortune. I have to overlook the content of some of her biggest hits in order to honor her for her example to battered women. Let us remember her for her gams, her game and her gumption. May she keep rollin’ on the river Jordan!
Justice. In another example of God’s people falling from grace, Texas Attorney General Ken Paxton has officially been impeached. It really is a sad tale of how power corrupts powerfully. Brother Ken started as a fine young man at Baylor University in the early 80s. I knew him personally during my time at Jerusalem-on-the-Brazos as well. Yet even then, I sensed an impending turn in his countenance as he slithered across the Garden of Eden in Waco. Lo, many years later, as he rose through the ranks of Texas politics, Kenny seemed to have shed his skin of morality in favor of today’s popular practice of CINO (Christian In Name Only). He has just downright broken the law on so many occasions here in Texas, he was just one wheelchair away from the Governor’s Mansion. It is my prayer that he is given the justice of a fair trial. And if he is driven out of Austin, I want to drive the car straight to Waco and let him loose. Hallelujah!
Junk. Disgusting. I’ve come across an article informing us of the prevalence of nude beaches on this globe. It was apparently worth a news story to point out the 20 best nude beaches in the world. Regrettably, there are even some in our sacred nation. I am going to need to gird my loins for any future mission trips abroad lest I be in the presence of such seaside displays of people’s junk. Here in America, there are actually TWO on Cape Cod in Martha’s Vineyard. I would have expected such Cape capers in the den of iniquity known as Provincetown. But Martha’s Vineyard? Gratefully, only one of these Vineyard sand traps is open to the public. Still, the fact that there is a private nekkid sandbox on the island gives me pause. Imagine Jackie Kennedy showing her bosom and burning bush! I’d gag. Let us also reflect on the filming location of JAWS. I suggest keeping one’s dangling bait on the beach.
