Sunday, January 14, 2018

"THE MESSAGE" Submitted by Grace Silvers

  
             
          
         “3 O’clock p.m. Prayer to the Divine Mercy

                     You died Jesus, but the source of life
                  flowed out for the souls and the ocean
              of mercy opened up for the whole world.  

                    O Fountain of Life, immeasurable
             Divine Mercy. Cover the whole world and
                        empty yourself out upon us.

                O Blood and Water which flowed out
              from the heart of Jesus as a fountain of
                       mercy for us, I trust in You.

                     Holy God, Holy Mighty One,
                           Holy immortal One,
            have mercy on us and the whole world.
                                     
                                    (3 times)

                                      
               Jesus, King of Mercy, I trust in You!



                                       
                                                                                                           Pope's message!

                                                            


                                         







Thursday, January 11, 2018

"IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED, TRY, TRY, REALLY TRY' By Marie G. Shelton

                             


We’ve just finished another year. Yes, finished, is a choice word. 

We’ve been indulging recklessly all season, enjoying the fruits of our labor,  reaping the benefits of the fall harvest, basking in our success over the past months, since Thanksgiving-actually for some of us, Halloween with its treats and parties,  and into Christmas and the New Year. We have overeaten, over drank, over spent, over stressed and just generally over everything.

We must do better…and so resolved: change a habit or trait, accomplish a personal goal, and/or improve our quality of life. Our resolutions are positive and desirable. There is no reason not to make these changes. We all want to achieve goals for healthier eating, drinking, spending, self-improvement, self-control and just better self. So, why is it that we have so much difficulty following through on New Year’s Resolutions? A major reason that we don’t succeed is procrastination. ‘Oh, it’s January 10th already. I didn’t get around to starting on the first, so now it’s too late’ Another year down the drain.

I think that we take on too much. We are only human and thus usually exhibit human behavior which is fraught with error. We say a new year, new resolutions. We have just finished the old year with a season where we have lived large. In a fit of atonement, we try to over correct with resolutions starting January first. We still have end of the year baggage: holiday bills to pay, our taxes are due, and we need to budget for the new year.

It’s the middle of winter. All nature is in sleep mode. Animals are hibernating or at least resting and moving slowly, Tulips, Amaryllis, and other bulbs are under ground. Grass and green plants are dull colored as chlorophyll catches its breath. In many parts of the world, a thin blanket of snow provides a cover for rest.

Why not make resolutions for renewal in the Spring when Mother Nature is in the process of renewal,   regrowing,  and restarting.? Instead of January first, how about March twentieth, the beginning of spring? It is officially the time to start anew. We can do more-get more sleep, drink more water, eat more healthily, clean more often,  read more, write more, explore more, have more patience or… forget about more, just do your best. Your conscience isn’t bothering you as much as it did on January first.

Next year, instead of New Year’s Resolutions, I going to try renewal resolutions in the spring. This January first, as usual, my resolutions did not work for me. I was a little better for a little while, but it was downhill from the first day. For several years, my resolutions list has been the same with varying, but disappointing degrees for success. I didn’t even bother to write them down this year. In 2012, when I made my list, I had the foresight to print several copies and in subsequent years I just write the new year at the top of the page.

Here’s to Spring!

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Marie G. Shelton
Scs writers’ workshop

January,2018

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'CHOCOLATE BOX' By Dorothy S. Macchio



The Military Secretary General of the Organization of Non-Caliphate States (ONCS) met with Four-Star General Margaret Collingsworth at 0800 hrs on Tuesday, 9 August, 2031.

“General Collingsworth, you are to organize a squadron of female fighter pilots, the best of all the States; train them for a synchronized attack on munitions depots, all transportation HQs, and nuclear facilities within the Caliphate. Each fighter pilot will be assigned to a fleet and each fleet will be given their location and targets. The trick is to attack simultaneously. You will not communicate with anyone but me. I want it on my desk in 10 days.”

“Sir, why only female fighter pilots?”

 “Command has studied the operations of male, female and gender mixed squadrons. The result is that a female squadron will be best for this operation. Females have an ability to diagnose a problem during exercises, multitask, and take appropriate action faster than any other group. That kind of instant problem solving is crucial to the success of the operation. Also, your volunteers will need to know they may not come back. Are we clear?”

 “Yes Sir!”

General Collingsworth studied the personnel records of all female fighter pilots from all countries in the ONCS. Collingsworth selected twenty-four pilots and five alternates who fit the profile for the mission. To assemble the pilots into fleets, she studied the personality and cultural background of each candidate. It was important that the pilots messed into a cohesive unit. After receiving approval from the Sec-Gen, Collingsworth assembled the pilots in the briefing room.

“Here is the mission: each of you will receive a target area in the Caliphate States. The target area is wide and diverse. You are to attack simultaneously. Also, you need to know the chances of returning are small to nil. Anyone who feels she cannot make that sacrifice for any reason- let me know. There’s no disgrace here.” Seeing no dropouts, Collingsworth continued “Training begins here at 0600 hrs tomorrow.

Training was exhausting. Each fleet pilot was assigned a practice target area within ONCS. They practiced arriving at their target and commencing attacks simultaneously. The target area was 3000 miles in total distance. Each of the four launch sites was designed to mimic the actual distance and area of the operation.

 Mechanical, communication, and weapon problems arose throughout the training. Eight months later the pilots were ready.

At their final briefing, Collingsworth congratulated the 24 pilots – four pilots were killed during training. “Ladies, since you are all from different countries, different languages, different cultures. However, you have blended your skilled beautifully and I know that the operation will be a success. I have named this operation “Chocolate Box.” You all are familiar with a box of chocolates.” Laughter filled the room. A screen was lower from the ceiling behind the platform of the briefing room. A diagram of a chocolate box with the location of the different types of chocolates appeared on the screen.



 “You all recognize this. Pick a call sign from the list. “I am “Chocolatier”.

Giggling amongst themselves, the pilots consulted the diagram and call signs were selected: Strawberry cream, Caramel, Raspberry, Dark Pattie, Almond Bud, Orange Cream, Butterscotch, Mocha, Coconut, Blueberry Truffle, Dark Molasses, Vanilla Nut, Kona, Walnut Square, Key Lime, Cashew Brittle, New York Dark, Rum Nougat, Chocolate Butter, Nut Crunch, Wild Cherry, Pecan Brittle, Divine Mint, and Swiss Coffee. The call signs were painted on the planes. The pilots were sent to their launch sites.

The next day at 0400, Chocolatier hailed Chocolate Box, “Good hunting”.

Each pilot reached their designated area on time. The precision was perfect. Minor problems were quickly resolved and at 13:30 hours the attack commenced. Every target received a direct or near direct hit. Planes darted in and out of the incoming flack like Jackdaws looking for prey. Communications for the most part were silent.

Twenty minutes into the attack, transmissions to Chocolatier read: Blueberry Truffle out of box; Swiss Coffee out of box; Raspberry out of box; and it continued until the last, Divine Mint out of box.
Blinking away a tear, Gen. Collingsworth reported to the Sec-Gen, “Mission accomplished; the Chocolate Box is empty.

Dorothy S. Macchio Jan. 2018










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Wednesday, January 10, 2018

THIS GREAT MAN LIVES ON! By Grace Silvers


                            
           
           Here is a man of great Faith, Hope and filled with
                              an abundance of Love                           
                   for all men, woman and children.
          
          Here is a man who stood by his own people as a vessel, the                          messenger sent from God into the light.
          
          Here is a man who believed in the truth, no matter what
                          the cost including his own life.                               
          

         Here is a man who lead his people in a non-violent
                         but peaceful march for the right of equal freedom.                             
          
         Here is a man who believed in non-discrimination towards all                                people no matter what race or creed.
          
         Here is a man who lives on in the minds and hearts of others                                                 Forever!
          
          Oh yes, this great man lives on indelibly etched in the
                             minds of everyone, never ever to be forgotten,

          Especially, those that have suffered for so many centuries                                            needlessly.
          
         Here is a man who lost his life, but lived his purpose so
                                          eloquently.
          
        We owe many thanks for his coming, he’s a savior.

        Remember his words: “I had a dream, I saw the promise land”                        even when he was still upon us, (What a Revelation).

        He is honored and remembered not only January 15th 
                      each year as Martin Luther King

       But every day fulfilled his purpose for the freedom of his people.

                                     SO, BE IT, SO IT IS!!

                                                  ***
                                               
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Our author Grace Silvers with her grandson Jake.

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Tuesday, January 9, 2018

'STARTING THE NEW YEAR' (Poem) By Marie G. Shelton




Start the New Year with lofty goals
Everything about you will get better
Make a list of things to do
Follow it to the letter

Make a plan to be more active
Exercise several times a week
Walk a bit, lift some weights
Improved fitness is what you seek

When it comes to favorite foods
There’s still a way to eat the prize
Do not deny yourself a treat
Just be aware of portion size

If you wish to cease to smoke
You must be a true optimist
You may need to wear a patch
Or maybe see a hynotist
                             
Now is there is a bottle habit
That you desire to put away
Abandon all your drinking pals
Then go and join AA

Some of us have acquired too much
Giving it up makes our hearts flutter
But, organize, and move it out
We all have too much clutter

If you think that when you gamble
You never get the winning pots
Invest your funds in something else
Give up those nonpaying slots

Sometimes we tend to complain too much
About everyone’s annoying faults
Try to overlook small failings
Exhibit more positive thoughts

As human beings we must improve
That’s the way people evolve
By helping each other to progress
We can achieve what we resolve

Remember we are all just human
Good things in life make us serene
Make a concerted effort to improve
And do you best in 2018

Marie G. Shelton
Scs writers’ workshop
January, 2018






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Saturday, January 6, 2018

'THE HOT GRITS CHRONICLES' By Adrienne Crawford

 


The hot  grits chronicles are about major mishaps with the food we know as grits. I begin my tale by saying this  is a personal story in my own family.  My husband’s grandmother lived down south, Georgia I think. Her name was Sheila.She was married to James. Her father was a minister and she was supposed to marry someone of her faith. But along comes handsome James. She had to have him. So the deed was done and they tied the knot. They had two children. This was in the days when wives were supposed to be subservient to their husbands. One day she was at the stove cooking some grits. A common breakfast food that needed to be stirred or else it would get lumpy. In walks James, perhaps mad about something.  He says  to her,”You been getting awful uppity lately.”  Perhaps there were some tension between them, I don’t know. She threw the grits at him. Scalding to say the least. Of course that ended that marriage.


          Tale two, Al Green, a popular soul singer in the 70’s. He had dated Mary Woodson, a wife and mother of two children who  had left her family to be with him. She met him after  attending one of his concerts in upstate New York. The night she attacked him she had shown up unexpectedly at his Memphis home after he returned from a concert appearance in San Francisco. We don’t really know exactly why she was so furious with him.  She came into  his bathroom and  threw  a boiling pot of grits on him.  Right after that she went into his bedroom and shot herself  with his gun, committing suicide. Very tragic ending. Al  was severely burned and had to be hospitalized for months. He was badly shaken up emotionally and spiritually. People started calling him Al” Grits” Green.
             
And last but not least,tale three,Tyler Perry’s movie Madea’s Family Reunion. This  is a story  about Madea trying to keep her family together. It is about two sisters, Madea’s nieces, Lisa and Vanessa.  Lisa was engaged to be married . Her fiance, Carlos, was physically abusing her.  One day the sisters were sitting at the kitchen  table talking, discussing their love lives..   Lisa  reluctantly revealed to Vanessa what was going on.  Vanessa  calls in Madea  to relay this new information about Lisa. Madea answers  this is how you solve that problem. Boil a big ole pot of grits and have a skillet in the other hand. Throw the grits on him  and swat  him  with the skillet. Do that again, throw and swat.  Grit ball Madea called it. Like Venus and Serena . Well what actually happens is Carlos  comes into the kitchen before the wedding. Lisa  is there with Madea.  Madea asks Carlos is he hungry? He asks Madea to leave. She does but not before telling Lisa  that there is a big pot of grits cooking  on the stove. She goes for it, throws the grits and  Carlos  screams.  The wedding was off.

            
Hot grits, is it a part of our culture when someone abuses you, makes you mad or is just too uppity ?  Hot grits on you, not a good look.
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Friday, January 5, 2018

'EVERLASTING - HOPE' (Poem) By Grace Silvers


                

     EVERLASTING – HOPE

If your caught in a maze experiencing horrendous pain, unable to reach out for help, impossible to escape and can't find your way out, you've lost all hope which you cannot regain,
Trust! look deep within yourself asking our higher power, (God) always omnipotent, hang on! you shall obtain anew....

                         Everlasting Hope!!

As we wonder through our journey blessed with an unknown set plan for our purpose of existence on earth,
Allowing yourself to explore your purpose, we shall remain and learn...

                      Everlasting Hope!!

This Everlasting Hope....reaches you beyond just hope itself, which is our promised gift
       But in fact, comes with a learning process that certain humans experience, due to their much suffering through their own lives, who have in the process become lost without any hope at all,

LISTEN!! asking our Holy Father why? 

Surely will bring us into the warmth of overwhelming light and we shall forever discover an abundance of.....

                    Everlasting Hope!!

                                                      xxx

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