My Daddy, my Old Man died on Friday, May 3, 2002. 5 days earlier on Sunday, April 28, 2002, we celebrated Homer Bruce Dupree's 70th birthday. On Saturday, May 4, 2002 the qoute of the day in the Opelika-Auburn News was, "When an old man dies a library burns down."
And boy did a library burn...... stories, generations, links to my family heritage all burned down. Except for a few stories I still remember... much like early Spanish explorers destroying ancient Mayan and Aztec records and ruins and nothing but a few stories left.... dog gone shame.
If my Daddy told you something you could take it to the bank. If he told me someone was a good man..... he was a good man. If Homer told me a fella was bad....he was a bad fella....No if's and's nor but's about it.
In my Daddy's(1 old man's life) 70 years of life, he only cared or liked 3 preachers. Daddy was never a church going man. Bad experiences with preachers left a bad scar on him.... except for 3 preachers.
Many a Sunday come and gone with Mama and me begging Daddy to go to church.... many a Sunday asking in vain... with no success at all.... except for 3 servants of the Lord would he want to listen too.
Preacher Number 1) Billy Graham. Daddy would sit many times listening to Rev. Graham's Crusades night after night. "Billy Graham is the only good, honest preacher there is.", he would say.
Preacher Number 2) Rudet Adkinson. Bro. Rudet and Homer Dupree somehow connected. I believe it was by Bro. Rudet's farming/poor stories... simplistic sermons that my Daddy could always relate too and understand. Daddy would always say, "Now I like Bro. Rudet, even though he is a preacher."
Preacer Number 3) Scott Smith. Scott was a good man who left a good job making plenty of money for the ministry and I'm thankful he did. Other than my parents, Scott had a profound positive influence/impact upon my life....even to this day. Daddy told me, "I like Scott.... he is a good man and has been good to you." Because Scott was good to Daddy's son, Daddy liked Pastor Scott Smith.
Preachers are to be trusted only when they earned their trust as anyone else, not because they have a title of a "preacher/pastor"... thats the way Daddy saw it and thats the way I see it too......
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
What America Means To Me
July 4th 1776, is the birthday of the United States of America. It is the birthday of liberty, freedom, and democracy as you and I know it. The Declaration of Independence was signed by men who placed their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor upon the alter of sacrifice, rather than to submit to tyranny.
Fortunately, for us and the world, the war for America's independence was bestowed a victory by a merciful Creator. Think about it.... our founding fathers, mothers, and their children thumbed their noses to the mightiest military and navy the world had ever known.... with determination, an iron will, and God's blessing did the birth of a new nation, concieved in liberty was born.
What does America mean to me?.... It means that I have the ability to chose our leaders and voice my opinions without fear of being jailed. It means that my family and I can enjoy a Sunday afternoon ice cream without fear of road side bombs. It means I can own a firearm. It means I can choose where I work, who I will marry. It means I can be a Christian, a Buddist, a Protestant, or a Catholic, or an athiest without fear of being imprisoned by a Gestapo type police force.
It means I can vote, I can petition my govt., I have freedom of and from a particular religion, I can read a privately-owned newspaper, I can assemble with others to protest my govt. without a fear of a Tiananmen Square type govt. crack down. It means that I have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
In the words of the Declaration of Indepence,---"That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness," .... it also means that I have the right as an American to resist domestic tyranny when the Constitution is being perverted and spat upon.
Happy Birthday, America!!!!
Fortunately, for us and the world, the war for America's independence was bestowed a victory by a merciful Creator. Think about it.... our founding fathers, mothers, and their children thumbed their noses to the mightiest military and navy the world had ever known.... with determination, an iron will, and God's blessing did the birth of a new nation, concieved in liberty was born.
What does America mean to me?.... It means that I have the ability to chose our leaders and voice my opinions without fear of being jailed. It means that my family and I can enjoy a Sunday afternoon ice cream without fear of road side bombs. It means I can own a firearm. It means I can choose where I work, who I will marry. It means I can be a Christian, a Buddist, a Protestant, or a Catholic, or an athiest without fear of being imprisoned by a Gestapo type police force.
It means I can vote, I can petition my govt., I have freedom of and from a particular religion, I can read a privately-owned newspaper, I can assemble with others to protest my govt. without a fear of a Tiananmen Square type govt. crack down. It means that I have the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
In the words of the Declaration of Indepence,---"That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness," .... it also means that I have the right as an American to resist domestic tyranny when the Constitution is being perverted and spat upon.
Happy Birthday, America!!!!
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