Will Our Lack of Humanity Be the END of Humanity? (LINK)

“………It seems that I can publish the most heart-wrenching thing and if it doesn’t fall in line with somebody’s political opinion, they can turn it around and say something that makes me doubt they even have a soul……..” -Daisy Luther [Read more from Daisy at link below]

Thanks Daisy!! 🙂

Will Our Lack of Humanity Be the END of Humanity?


I’ve seen the same thing. Thanks Daisy for expressing your feelings in this awesome tell-tale article. I believe (albeit very few) that there are still a few people that have souls left; that somehow they still have a natural compassion for the weaker more needy person. I hope that we have not dissed humans in favor of say, “trees, plants and animals;” while these are blessed in their own created right, they are not made in the image of God such as we are and we have hearts and emotions that can be expressed and even understood. No plant, vegetable or mineral can do that. As for animals, yes, they have souls I believe, but for the greater of humanity, I recommend we put people over animals always! Without us, they’rd be no them…at least happy ones. If there were no humans to be guardians, they’d be awful lonely“. -Moraldiplomat

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Remember – An Alternative View of Memorial Day

Remember…the following video should give you a slightly different perspective on Memorial Day and the wars of bloodshed on all continents. It’s a only a little over 6 minutes long so share it with someone so they too will remember……………………..-Moraldiplomat

PS..Thanks to TheVoxRox at the utube for posting it.

Mr. Belzer

*Shared story

A young man learns what’s most important in life from the guy next door.

Over the phone, his mother told him, ‘Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.’

Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.

‘Jack, did you hear me?’

‘Oh, sorry, Mum. Yes, I heard you. It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,’ Jack replied.

‘Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,’ Mum told him.

‘I loved that old house he lived in,’ Jack said.

‘You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man’s influence in your life,’ she said.

‘He’s the one who taught me carpentry,’ he said. ‘I wouldn’t be in this business if it weren’t for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important. Mum, I’ll be there for the funeral.’ Jack said.

As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mum stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.

Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture. Jack stopped suddenly . . .

‘What’s wrong, Jack?’ his Mum asked.

‘The box is gone,’ he said.

‘What box?’ Mum asked.

‘There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he’d ever tell me was the thing I value most.’ Jack said.

It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.

‘Now I’ll never know what was so valuable to him,’ Jack said.

‘I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mum.’

It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. ‘Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days,’ the note read. Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention, it read from ‘Mr. Harold Belser’. Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack’s hands shook as he read the note inside.

‘Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It’s the thing I valued most in my life.’

A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:

‘Jack, Thanks for your time! – Harold Belser.’

‘The thing he valued most was . . . my time’.

Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. ‘Why?’ Janet, his assistant asked.

‘I need some time to spend with my son,’ he said.

‘Oh, by the way, Janet, thanks for your time!’

What’s better than money? Time. It cost you nothing to give time to others. Make time today for someone else; you never know, later on down the road when you need time it will come.

Rev 3:2 “Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die: for I have not found thy works perfect before God.”

The Funeral

One day all the employees of a very unusual company reached their office and all saw a big sign on the main door which said this . . .

‘Yesterday, the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym.’

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that person who hindered the growth of their colleagues and the company itself?

The excitement in the gym was such that security agents were ordered to control the crowd within the room. The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up.

Everyone thought – ‘Who is this person who was hindering my progress?’

One by one the intrigued employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it, they suddenly became speechless.

They all got to stand near the coffin, and all ended up shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul. There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see themselves! There was also a sign next to the mirror that said. . .

‘There is only one person who is capable of setting limits to your growth and IT IS YOU!’

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your husband or wife changes, when your company changes, when your church changes, when your location changes, when your money changes, when your status changes . . .

No, your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs.

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don’t be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses. Be a winner, build yourself and your reality. It’s the way you face life itself that makes the difference.

Homebound (poem)


My days are long in this old rocking chair…
I no longer can wonder out, I do not dare.
My heart is sad, my body is worn out….
They say they care, but this I doubt.

Nobody comes over, nobody calls…
So all I can do is sit and stare at the walls.
I wait and wonder if the phone will ring….
I wish it would, oh how my heart would sing.

Just a knock at the door, someone to say hi…
Would give me such happiness….
Will it happen? Please don’t make me cry.

I use to go to church, when I could stand…
People smiled at me and shook my hand.
They professed to love, and live by “THE BOOK”…
Now how they treat me, just take a look.

I hope they never get to the situation I’m in…
It’s terrible when you’re forced to be a shut in.
The days are long, sometimes the nights too…
I pray to God, for His love I know is true.

I try to remember Jesus, what You went through…
And I hold no grudge but it still makes me blue….
I remember on Calvary, what You did for me…
And I promise Lord to always honor Thee.

So as you once prayed, I will too….
Forgive them Father, they know not what they do.

Credit: Lona R.

Rev 3:2 “Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die: for I have not found thy works perfect before God.”

Mk 16:18 “They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover.”


Life is Important


This summer I went to camp in a city a little bit north of where I live. I am still in high school and like most high schoolers, am an awful driver. I love to crank the music up and roll down the windows and I really never thought about the consequences of my actions.


Somehow I convinced my parents to let me drive the hour and a half drive to camp – by myself. On the ride home, I decided I needed to call my boss to let them know I was coming home and could resume working. Having trouble finding my cell phone, while driving down the highway, I reached into the other seat looking for it. I was not focused on the road at all. I veered off into the median and when I corrected, I ended up losing control and going across a lane of traffic. At that point, an 18-wheeler ran over my Honda Accord, destroying the car but miraculously keeping me alive.


No one has any memory of helping me out of the car and I didn’t get out of the car myself. I only had minor injuries and I believe God saved me.


The accident has made me realize that I must live life it to the fullest-it’s important. I no longer view the world as black and white but rather, I see a world with many different possibilities and many in-betweens. I don’t know what my purpose is, but I know I have one.


I hope that my story can get people to not only be more careful in cars but also to realize the importance of life.

Actual report:

A 34-year-old Houston, Texas, man was driving east in the center lane of I-4 just west of Interstate 75 around noon, troopers said. His vehicle entered the outside lane and collided with a semitrailer, driven by Imma C. O***-J*****, 49, of Jacksonville,…

Credit: “Q”

Thanks “Q” Great testimony! Glad you’re alive to tell it. Listen people, don’t look at or for that phone. It’s not worth your life, or the life of another. Don’t end up being sorry you even have a phone.


And if you talk to people on the run ….DON’T! 

The life you save may be theirs. Love ’em?


2013 U.S. Cell Phone and Driving Statistics
  • In 2013, 3,154 people were killed in distraction-related crashes.
  • About 424,000 people were injured in crashes involving a distracted driver.
  • In 2013, 10% of all drivers ages 15 to 19 involved in fatal accidents were reported to be distracted at the time of the crash.





At one point in everyone’s life, we experience trials and tribulations that are so horrible, sometimes we consider putting an end to all the pain one way or another. When I was down, I considered putting an end to my pain. I desperately prayed for an answer, and in more ways than one, I received all the answers I could handle. I believe the Lord spoke to me through a dream. This poem is the dream that opened my eyes. Thank you, Lord.”  -Dustan B.

*Thanks Dustan

‘Where am I now?
What have I done?
All I see is nothingness.
I must have dropped the gun.

I feel no pain, but no light of day,
Total darkness, complete disarray.
My heart feels cold, in this black lonely tomb,
Where I’ll fall forever be my eternal soul wound.

Terror inside, is worse than the pain,
He speaks the words of evil, tearing deeply at my brain.
Oh God Help me, I’m sorry for this sin,
Just give me one more chance, My Lord, …Satan will not win.

No answer came back,
It was indeed too late
Below my falling body
I could see a fiery lake.

Scream with no voice, sight without eyes,
Plunging toward the flames below, I hear their screams and cries.
Echoes laughter below, as I submerge in molten rock.
I can’t describe the pain I felt, as my flesh began to rot.

Nothing I can do but scream and cry inside,
Torn and burned beyond description, entrails thrown aside.
When you burn in hell, you will never ever die,
Continue to feel the flame forever, and witness your flesh fry!

I scream and cry out as I sit up drenched in tears,
Ringing wet with sweat, carrying a brand-new set of fears.
That moment I said a prayer, and I never will forget
I will never get that bad, Lord. Won’t do anything I’ll regret.

Life’s not yours to take, so if you do you will die,
Not just in body, but your soul will never fly.
Life is a gift from God.
What you do with it is your gift to Him.’

Luke 12:4-5, “And I say unto you my friends, Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom ye shall fear: Fear him, which after he hath killed hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, Fear him.”

1 Cor 3:17 “If any man defile the temple of God, him shall God destroy; for the temple of God is holy, which temple ye are.”