John Corson's Blog

for May 3, 2021


When last I left off, I was talking about the man in my church is has a tremendous need to have companionship, a friend who would either move in with him to help him around his house or someone near by who would commit to visit with him daily and for a couple of hours or more each time. A lot of this man's fears are overly exaggerated, but he is blind, a little afraid to be alone all the time on his own and is totally at his wit's end. He craves companionship - male or female. He want interaction as often as possible. To talk to him in person and one-on-one doesn't quite show the extent of his situation and feelings. But after he has been alone in his house or in a room by himself for more than, say, five minutes, and he will resort to pulling out his cell phone, or picking up the home phone an calling any and everyone whose numbers he has memorized and upon answering, he will talk their ears off.

I have spoken to a few he calls and they say they have either blocked his calls or quickly say, "I can't talk long because I have somebody else on the other line." If you show an ounce of companion, he will cling hold of it as if his life depends on it.

Well, I start this blog message with these words so as to convey that the man in question rang my phone off last night. He started calling around 12:20 and kept calling all night long. I didn't answer. In fact, after the second call, I turned the ringer off. He leaves the same message over and over again. "Hey John, it's _____, i don't know what to do. I need help. I got to have someone to help me. Please call me back." Only once did he say: "Please give me a call and tell me if there is anyone who can come over and stay with me." Unfortunately, there is no one at 3:30 in the morning who doesn't have to either get up a few hours later and go to work, or has to give up his sleep and family to sit with him for hours on end.

You think he is being unreasonable? Well, he is, but he doesn't know how to calm it down and think reasonably. He is scared and lonely and, being blind, he has no guidance and no direction - physically, mentally and otherwise.

So, I started my morning with this major concern on my mind and the endless amount of running around I feel obligated to do in behalf of this guy; trying to get him some help and investigating for resources that can be put at his disposal. It is a long process and you know how state, local and federal bureaucracies are .. they put you on hold for hours. What a Monday.

Anyway, I can type these words while on hold and do the laundry and other necessary things around the house on this - my day off. Although not really a day off when you are trying to help people in the church. Actually, all a pastor can do is plan a day off and hope to get it, for a pastor, even when out of town on vacation, must be on call and willing to drop anything when a major occurrence takes place.

Such was the case about nine years ago when, on this date in 2012, my youngest grandson was born in Charleston, South Carolina. I was vacationing when this event took place. Wesley first screamed his entrance into the world while his older brother, Chandler, and me stood outside the birthing room door and while we was still crying his first cry, my phone rang and it was a funeral director back home was calling to inform me that one of my active members had just passed away and her husband didn't want them to take her body until a pastor could come and pray over her and his house. I was six hours away and waiting to see my grandson for the first time. Martha's body would have to stay at the house at least six hours before I could get there as I had driven down for the event.

Thankfully, the former pastor was still living in the area and her was called to offer the prayer and Martha's body was then taken out. I got back into town the next, keeping in touch with both Bobby (her husband and a very Godly man) and the funeral director. The funeral was two days later and afterwards, I left to go back to Charleston and stayed there for another three days or so.

Pastors do make sacrifices, but not like my predecessor at Windsor Baptist. He was pastor there from April, 2005 until January, 2011 and had three weeks of vacation each year (except his first) and a week of mission work. He has the distinction of having been called back from each vacation and all but one mission trip for emergencies that arose. There were a few deaths, and a few major accidents or incidents that required his services. Once, he had to fly back from California within just a few hours of landing to attend to a death and funeral of a church member.

I kind of broke that chain after arriving as I had already planned a vacation between Christmas and New Year's in 2011 and nothing happened back home. The next vacation was that May and I was told by my church secretary back then to prepare for this to happen many more times. Believe it or not, it hasn't. Not since Martha's death in 2012. KNOCK ON WOOD!

This doesn't mean that it may not start happening again. I serve an old congregation where the average age is around 74. As I am reminded ever so often, death is always around the corner.

I was going to write about those Dastardly Democrats once again. I seem to have recently dedicated my Monday rants in that direction, but I have decided to wait until I finish reading a new book I purchased a couple of week ago entitled: Socialist Don't Sleep: Christians Must Rise or American Will Fall by Cheryl K. Chumley. In this book, the author tells about all the sneaky ways the secular LEFT has pressed Socialism into American culture. Her thesis is that only Christian can stop it. I have only read the preface and the first couple of chapter so far and what I am gleaning for the book is that it points out the roots of what's gone wrong in America, how we have lost our direction by casting off our love of God and our dedication to the church. She makes the contention - true that it is - that America has gone from a country of rights coming from God, not government, to a country that embraces socialism - where the U.S. government is now expected to pretty much provide from cradle to the grave.

Chumley starts out by saying that the LEFT has taken the word "socialism" and reshaped, redefined, and reworked it to suit its needs, so that it's nearly impossible to reach a consensus on what's socialist and what's not. Now the loosest definition of "socialism" means force - a forced government taking, a forced government redistribution, a forced government takeover of the means of production. Then, she says something that really hits home about he LEFT:

Today's socialists are yesterday's progressives are last week's Democrats are last month's democratic socialists are last year's communists - are last decade's socialists. It's a constant morphing, a constant redefining, a constant convoluting, and conflating of policies, platforms, and politics, designed to constantly change so as to avoid detection. But let's not get caught in the weeds. Here's the real enemy: Collectivism.

Socialism may be the latest attention grabber for today's youth. Socialism may be perceived as today's biggest threat in America and to America's system of capitalism and free market and freedom itself. But really it is the seeds of socialism we need to beware. It's the change of mindset that comes from a nation of people who are taught in government run (i.e. public) schools that America is not exceptional. It's the cancer cells that sprout and spread their ugly viruses to the point that it takes control over healthy cell, healthy bodies and wreaks destruction. Collectivism, not individualism, is the cancer. The Democrat Party has embraced it, writes laws instilling it, enforces it against people's wills and punishes with it. It's how "the collective" feels, rather that what the individual thinks, that is the law of the land and there is no better ideology to promote and enforce it than socialism.

I will have more to say on this book as I continue to read it. I think now is a good time to pick up where I left off. There is a storm coming, the sky has turned dark and the weather radio has gone off, so let me stop right here and go read some more. I mean after all, the tenor of this book and a storm go hand-in-hand. Socialism is a dark cloud of despair and misery for all who love this country.

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Blogs are about the blogger. It's as if he or she merely toots their own horns about the things they do, say and love.

My life is boring. I read, I watch Glenn Beck and Mark Levin. I listen to Andrew Wilkow. I engage in some conversation with those who are willing to listen (they being masochistic and enjoy killing themselves with my banter).

I plan on just laying out the things that bother me and the things I love. Nothing in-between. I hope you find whatever I put here amusing.