What is Life?

Several years ago my grandson, age 20, lie comatose in ICU due to a Heroin overdose during the coldest night of the year (-22F). He was left sleeping(?) in a car that night until his friends realized he was not inside with them and they brought him into the close-by ER.

We almost lost Jake that night. He didn’t seem to be capable of knowing if he had life. I prayed – many around the world did — I prayed “Lord only you can talk to my grandson Jake now, please do.”

Almost two years later Jake is alive and well. He is a new person — a job, in love and a new chance at life.

Yes, I do praise the medical staff at that hospital. The doctors and nurses were dedicated and amazing, and with their advanced knowledge and technology they saved the life of my grandson that cold night.

But they were not alone. The One who had complete and intimate knowledge of the design of Jake — the One who knew his blueprint in detail. The One who took that still extant blueprint, in the form of Jake’s DNA, put it together and created a new person.

I believe the Lord did talk to Jake that night. I believe he might have told Jake … “you are indeed alive my son — and I have further plans for you, I am not finished with you, nor is the world!”

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How High Is Your Moral Bar?

A lot has happened in the year since I wrote this … not much very good.
President Trump may be having trouble draining the swamp, but he has sure exposed the fact of there being a swamp.
Will we continue along these destructive paths, or can we return/turn to the best moral code ever — The 10 Commandments.

A Yearning for Publius

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For the die hard liberal/progressive Democrat left there are two moral bars at play – two bars that define what is morally acceptable in the culture and in political candidates.

The first bar is that which is acceptable behavior to the political Democrat left and to much of the American media.

That bar is very low and rapidly approaching ground level. Currently that bar is so low as to require – by government decree – that boys be allowed to use the girls rest rooms and locker rooms. President Barack Obama through his Department of Justice is in the process of redefining what people have known and accepted for millennia – that boys are different than girls and appropriate accommodations to these differences are made in the form, for example, of separate locker rooms, showers and restrooms.

That the state of North Carolina felt it necessary to codify into…

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Happy First Day of Advent

Blackrock Church — Fairfield CT

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Which is design and which is evolution?

A Yearning for Publius

Continuing an exploration into the controversy in the scientific community over Evolution/Intelligent Design/Creationism, I continually come across interesting articles and information concerning design in nature – in particular, design in living things … and in this article I highlight a few that have caught my attention recently.

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One of the above images is man made and the other from nature – click on each for more information.

Now the hardened Evolutionary Biologist – people such as Jerry Coyne (former Evolutionary Biologist, now Professional Atheist) and Richard Dawkins (former Evolutionary Biologist, now Professional Atheist) , as well as the National Center for Science Education (NCSE) insist there is no controversy. They insist that the Darwinian evolutionary view is settled science and that Intelligent Design and/or Creation is nothing more than pseudo-science and religions superstition and bunk (and other more vulgar descriptions I prefer not to repeat here).

I grant that this…

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Holocaust survivor: I’m giving $1 million to help wounded American veterans, to express my thanks

At 83 years old, I am one of the few remaining Holocaust survivors – thanks to the American troops who rescued me in what seems like a lifetime ago. Since World War II, I’ve felt a deep connection to American troops for saving my life – a feeling that resurfaces every year on Veterans Day and throughout the holiday giving season.

And so this year I’m saying “thank you” to the American soldiers of the 1940s by donating $1 million to organizations serving wounded American veterans today.

My donation to the Wounded Warrior Project and the Services for Armed Forces program of the American Red Cross is my way of giving back, thanking previous generations of warriors for helping me. I hope this inspires others to give back as well.

Even though more than 70 years have passed since my rescue, it’s not too late to give back. That’s a lesson I hope the next generation recognizes, because it’s all too easy to let procrastination give way to inaction. But action is what brings hope to those who need it.

I have met many American people who I am lucky enough to call my friends. First, Americans saved us. Then decades later, they welcomed us.

As a child, I spent most of World War II hiding from Nazi invaders in my native France, where my parents moved after fleeing the pogroms in Poland. Unfortunately, with the German invasion in 1940, we were again at risk. On July 16, 1942, the French police led a big roundup of Jews in Paris. More than 13,000 Jews were detained before being deported to Nazi death camps.

 The police came to our apartment at 6 a.m. My parents managed to take me to my aunt’s home. She was married to a French soldier and was protected.

A few hours later, my mother was arrested as she and my brother were trying to get information about my father, who was hiding in a nearby grocery store. A concierge had pointed them out to the police. They ran, but my mother was not fast enough. She was detained and sent to the Auschwitz concentration camp. She perished there – probably within three weeks.

I was 7, and for the next two years I lived on borrowed time, shielded by other families on the outskirts of Paris. The same was true for my future wife, who was also a child in hiding. If the war had continued much longer, we would not have survived.

I vividly remember the arrival of the hundreds of thousands of American troops who landed in Normandy to liberate us in June 1944. They were our saviors, doling out packets of sweets to half-starved, war-weary children who had almost given up hope for freedom.

The gratitude I feel to these men is beyond words. They freed our country and they saved our lives. Without American troops, my family and I simply would not have existed. I think of that every time I look at our family photos.

Since the end of the war, life has been good to me. I’ve had a successful career as co-owner of one of Europe’s largest home appliance retailers, working alongside my brothers. I’ve also enjoyed raising my family, celebrating extended family gatherings of 20 people.

My wife and I have a deep sense of gratitude for America. So in the early 1990s, freshly retired, we bought a home in South Florida. I travel with my wife each winter from our home in Paris to the warmth of Miami Beach. We still appreciate our second home there, where we now spend almost a third of our time.

I have met many American people who I am lucky enough to call my friends. First, Americans saved us. Then decades later, they welcomed us.

But as I watched news stories this fall of hurricanes, flooding and wildfires striking America, inflicting suffering among civilians and veterans alike, I realized that I still had an important task left to complete in my life. I had not yet given back to the American soldiers who saved my life nearly three-quarters of a century ago.

That is why I want to help modern American veterans today. They pursue the tradition of the young men who landed on the shores of Normandy in June 1944 and who I will never forget. In giving this donation, I want to thank Americans with all my heart for coming to rescue us in our hour of need.

But I also want to make a public stand in support of America. I hope that my donation can trigger a movement and lead others to take action. My story shows it’s never too late to give back, especially for a cause that’s close to your heart. If it wasn’t too late for this octogenarian, it’s not too late for you.

Bernard Darty is a Paris native and retired co-founder of Darty Group, an electrical retailer operating more than 340 stores in three European countries.

Oh – Why Don’t You Use Your Head!!

Just revisiting some older posts.

A Yearning for Publius

With all my arguing with the Darwinists over evolution/creation/intelligent design, it often times gets very frustrating.

However, I’ve found a huge up-side to this back and forth. I am learning some very fascinating and exciting things about nature and the wonders of creation.

Much of this marvelous new education can be centered in that very small place within my own skull (and yours) … things like eyes, ears, inner-ear balance mechanisms, brain … and the cells and DNA that are at the heart (yes, that too) of all of these machines in our skulls.

A few years ago I read an article in Scientific American titled “The Movies in Our Eyes” which talked of research indicating that our eyes have what could be categorized as having 12 movie cameras scanning and recording the visual world around us.  Each camera has a particular function and task such as; monitoring…

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A Fond Farewell to Good Old Hugh Heffner

 

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In my 70+ years of being blessed by living in what I have considered to be the greatest civilization ever to have graced planet Earth, I’ve nevertheless witnessed  continual waves of destruction against the shores of that civilization.  

Hugh Heffner was one such destructive wave.

The beautiful naked ladies were only the unwitting bait, luring a generation of young men to languish, flopping and gasping, on the hot rocking and rolling decks of the good ship “HH Empty Hedonism.” 

The Playboy Philosophy – the Playmate of the Month. Enticing and promising, but only shiny plastic and metal – spinning and luring.

A Playmate of the Month? Each month? Every month?  Count me in!

Married? No matter – count me in!

So a substantial number of that generation – my generation – bought into that dream of perpetual fulfillment … renewed monthly. 

Then reality came to town. Reality came to that penthouse of our dreams. The fortunate among us were abject failures in reaching for that bait. Frustrated, disappointed and angry. “But you promised!!”

But some had a bit more success and captured a sweetie … perhaps it would seem many among the powerful and elite had a bit of success.

We seem to be witness to an interesting phenomena — the frenzy of accusations against powerful men attacking, abusing and molesting women in their lives. The most prominent being the movie mogul Harvey Weinstein, who at last count has had some 80 women accusing him.

But why this sudden moral outrage, especially among the liberal left? Wasn’t Harvey Weinstein simply and very successfully living out the Playboy Philosophy of a new Playmate every month?

Why was/is Hugh Heffner held up as an icon of modern day sexual liberation and a hedonistic lifestyle? Why when someone actually follows that playbook and is spectacularly successful at it, he is demonized and ostracized?

Mr. Hugh Heffner, even though he is now dead,  deserves to be sent to the trash dump of American culture, along with his destructive so-called philosophy — the same trash dump as Mr. Weinstein has apparently been sent. Whenever the scandal of Weinstein is mentioned, it should be with a hyphenated name “Heffner-Weinstein.”

But this is not likely to happen — just the other day as I was browsing the books and magazines at Target, there it was right before me: A Time Magazine special edition featuring Hugh Heffner, in flattering glory — and a few covers down, a Newsweek cover with a very unflattering Harvey Weinstein glaring from the cover.

How many women, families and children have suffered because of  Hugh Heffner, and those many husbands who followed him and his demonic philosophy?