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April is going merrily along. The air is fresh with the winds of spring. The Old Man walked gingerly in the Woods. Green is popping out all over. The wonderful world of nature does not deceive. It is who it says it is. Nature does not deceive. The Sun arises each day and warms the Earth. The young shoots of grass spring forth from the dark ground. The geese know where to be. The prose of spring is never skipped or altered. Nature follows the reliability of the universe.

It is easy to be fooled. ‘Fool me once…shame on me…Fool me twice, shame on you.’ Or, as former President Bush said, ‘Well, you should not fool me three times…’ So it is as we are told daily that they are simply not true. We receive information overload of the bad kind. Scam emails… phone texts… letters and more are a way of life in our modern world. While we are deciphering one lie…three more are waiting in the queue.

The Deception that hurts is the deception of a friend. Someone you care about. A person you can be yourself with and feel safe with. In later years, many feel safe with their favorite politician. Time normalizes what was once abhorrent. There is only one Christ…and it is not the President.

We open the door of our heart to people…sometimes the door gets slammed in our face. We are a part of their world…until we are not.

I had a good friend to whom I told that I do not change. I had seen so many reversals of friendships and allegiances that I felt sickened. I have worked in churches where I was accepted and welcomed…until I was not. It is a funny feeling to have friends turn their backs on you.

One day a brilliant smile…the next a distant gaze. Relationships are hard. Yet Christ told us to love each other without fear or favor. Love is the answer to our problems. Love is not an easy commitment. Love is grief and sadness…laughter and fun. Love is accepting another at their worst and thinking little of it. That would be the reason for the vow, ‘In sickness and in health.’

Beware the person who tells you they will make you rich with little effort on your part. Be careful of the person who tells you they love you before they know you. Success is incremental. Anything else is a heady psychedelic trip that leads to disappointment. When something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

The preacher promises the people wealth beyond their imaginations if they will give of their penury. The President promises healing in the mode of Jesus if you will believe his AI iconography.

Time moves quickly. Turn around, and it will be Memorial Day. Then comes July 4th…Labor Day…and the holiday season. Time moves a bit faster each year. Reversals come to all of us…We have little time to ponder them. It is time to pick up the tools of life and get back to work. Little time for regret. The Train is moving forward…get on board.

‘I saw the Train coming from miles away,’ Chet said. ‘Neva J told me to be on the lookout for it,’ Chet continued. ‘She told me that she had seen my Dad on the Train…near the caboose,’ Chet observed. ‘Dad has been gone for many years…I would love to speak with him,’ Chet said softly. ‘Dad was a mechanic for Semi Trucks in Chicago when I was a little kid,’ Chet continued. ‘When he came home from work, he would place me on his shoulders…I felt like the king of the world,’ Chet laughed. ‘Bits of information regarding Dad’s life in later years illustrated he was troubled,’ Chet said. ‘I hear that once you board the train, everything is different,’ Chet noted. ‘Pain is no more… anxiety is gone…ephoric feeling is the norm,’ Chet said. ‘Thinking and meditation are valued on the Train,’ Chet explained. ‘Communication is seamless without the false walls that people construct,’ Chet smiled. ‘On the Train people do not deceive each other… nor pretend…their yay is yay and their nay is nay,’ Chet laughed.

‘I have been on this Train for some time…no one seems to realize I am the President,’ POTUS said. ‘One minute I was in the White House, the next I was on the Train…and not in the luxury sleeping car,’ POTUS continued. ‘I saw Mom and Dad in the front of the Train…they smiled wanly and continued their conversation,’ Pres said. ‘My brother sat down at my table in the dining car and talked about flying…but he did not order a drink with his lunch…he ordered coffee,’ Pres said. ‘I told the Conductor that I was needed at the White House…he smiled and said…Ticket Please’ Pres said with a wry grin. ‘I really do not understand why the Secret Service has not come to retrieve me from the Train,’ the President mused.

‘I was in the middle of building a church,’ the preacher said. ‘We had collected millions of dollars and were on schedule to break ground on a magnificent temple,’ Preacher continued. ‘I had flown all over the country preaching to massive crowds in football stadiums the message of Christ,’ the preacher continued. ‘I was anointed…I had a God message…I was his spokesperson on Earth,’ Preacher whispered in disbelief. ‘I am an internet influencer…I have over a million followers…I get millions of hits like and loves on Facebook,’ Preacher said with feeling and looking for an audience to affirm his words. ‘I feel a bit at odds…much as I felt as a kid,’ Pres said.

‘It is warm on the Train,’ Homeless Girl said. ‘It was cold on Broadway next to the Theatres,’ Homeless Girl noted. ‘Everyone is nice…there is food…and a fluffy pillow,’ Homeless Girl noted. ‘People, finely dressed, walked by me as if I was not there as they entered the Theatre,’ Homeless Girl noted. ‘I saw the President at the front of the train car…how could it be that we are on the same Train,’ Homeless Girl wondered. ‘I feel better days are ahead… no more hunger…warm clothes…someone to care…Mom and Dad,’ Homeless Girl mused.

We, the Brooks, went to a coffee shop this morning as the first of two events for Jonathon’s Birthday Celebration. What nice people and a lovely atmosphere at the Green Mug in Cobden. Good cookies too. Jonathon attracts good people…he is a good person. He is unfailingly kind and considerate. Jonathon has more friends than you can count on all of your fingers and toes.

Jonathon does not return hurt for hurt…he returns kindness. Jonathon is the kind of friend you throw a birthday party for. Jonathon is a guileless, happy person in the face of reversal.

I am watching a Horror series on Netflix titled Something Bad Is Going To Happen. A lovely couple is to be married in a few days. They drive to the groom’s family home. The groom’s family is rich. They are exceedingly strange. The thesis is to find your soulmate. The answer to the hypothesis may be to drink a terrible drink, including a pinky toe. Life brings its own unique challenges to each of us.

I enjoy studying the rocky cliffs of Giant City State Park. Such is our journey with many twists, turns, and precipices. All is never lost as long as we stay on the path. Love makes all things whole.

Jonathon is a Good Seeker. He sees the best in all he meets. He brings out the best in us. No gossip. No backbiting. Jonathon has words of hope for the hopeless.

Happy #42, Jonathon!

I think I am a bit late returning to the Writing Porch this season. For 14 years, it has been my Writing Haven. It reminds me of Maine. I look upon our small lake and feel peace. A sense of place. The world’s troubles melt away in the inspiration of the Writing Porch. It is good to read and write fiction. The ability to develop headspace outside the chaos of the moment is valuable. The Writing Porch assists me in not following the crowd.

Stories are life. We get up in the morning and lay our head on our pillow at night with stories. I remember Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and Daniel Boone, as well as 1984, speaking new thoughts to my young brain. In sixth-grade literature, we read Across Five Aprils, and I never forgot it. I became a Christian by reading the Bible Story Books at Ferrel Hospital while waiting for Dr. Ferrel.

Stories make our daily life enjoyable. We look for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. We know that there is a Big Man in the Sky…he cares about us even when it seems no one does. Political leaders woo us with stories. They tell us that we are the greatest. Empathetic leaders tell us to help the poor and downtrodden. Some of us like the Story of Jesus as John Wayne. Guns ablazing and barfights ensuing. Tough Christian Nationalist…Jesus favors the white Americans…he does not recognize the brown folks of the people he created.

Stories have flaws. Jesus is not a white American. His disciples were not white Americans…they were not recipients of the Prosperity Doctrine. Greatness does not come from cruelty.

Life after death is a compelling story. We all want to believe it…even those who say they do not. The work…the love…the striving for a better world…must not be lost by the death of the body. We are the product of a Story…we perform our part on the stage of life. Study your lines and practice.

Water fascinates me. All types of water. Rushing water from a mountain stream is peaceful. We stayed in a hotel in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, built over the Little Pigeon River. It provided all of the entertainment that I required. The soothing sound of the moving water over the rocks was mesmerizing. Lately, I have been photographing the shallow water in the creeks of Giant City. The reflection of trees in the colorful water is fine art.

Narcissus loved to peer at his reflection in a pool of water. It was an all-consuming pastime. When Narc was not looking at himself, he was wondering how he looked. Narc enjoyed hearing the comments from his friends and family about…him. Narc was about ‘Me’ and little else. Finally, he disappeared into his lovely reflection.

‘Do not be stuck on yourself,’ Neva J said. ‘Stay humble,’ she continued. ‘No one likes a braggard, let another praise you and not yourself,’ Neva J continued. ‘You cheapen good deeds when you announce them or seek others to do so for you,’ Neva J advised.

‘The Leader says we must do exactly what he says or suffer his wrath,’ Chet noted. ‘He advised the Church to follow what he says or suffer the consequences,’ Chet continued. ‘The President says he knows more than anyone, he consults with himself…he knows more than the experts who have studied the issues all of their lives,’ Chet explained. ‘His work is episodic… no past… no future…all in the moment,’ Chet said. ‘It is about the victory of the day,’ Chet observed.

‘It is difficult to be an ally of a Narcissist,’ Billy B said. ‘Their allegiance is transactional, their loyalty is to ‘Me’, Billy B continued. ‘The Reflection has room for one…not two,’ Billy B explained.

‘God has told me that this is the end of time,’ Narc said to the masses. ‘I have been chosen to kick off the festivities,’ Narc continued. ‘My people are handing out sunglasses to each of you in the audience…the flash will be brilliant…like the Sun,’ Narc proclaimed.

We are creatures who thrive on love… someone who cares… another human who sees us… who values us. We are a bit accustomed to leaders and advocates not reaching out to us. A part of the crowd…unseen and unheard. When a faith or political leader wants all of our opinions, we are compelled by interest. Thomas doubted the resurrection of Christ…Christ wanted him to see for himself.

There is so much we can accomplish when love is the foundation. The woman who was at the threshold of being stoned had no idea that the Carpenter would take her part. She felt the judgmental eyes of the crowd on her. She heard their taunts and jeers. She knew she was out of step with the religion of the day. Who would notice…who would care…many would cheer the Stoning Party that avenged the Law.

The homeless exist by their wits. Unseen, as people turn their heads away. They have left home and hearth for a dearth of love.

Authoritarians believe that the best way to obtain followers is to beat or scare them into submission. Loving people… caring about them… knowing them creates lasting friendships.

‘I have heard it said that you win more flies with honey than with vinegar,’ Chet said. ‘A soft answer turneth away wrath,’ Chet noted. ‘In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin, but he that refraineth his lips is wise,’ Chet grinned. ‘We emulate the coarseness of leaders and thus become lost,’ Chet noted.

‘The nice people gave me quarters to wash my clothes, ‘ the homeless man said. ‘I have not had clean clothes in months,’ HM continued. ‘The look on their faces was angelic,’ HM said in a whisper.

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‘I will destroy you,’ the Leader said. ‘You will do as I say or you shall be no more,’ the Great Leader continued. ‘I have all of the cards…you have none,’ GL proclaimed. ‘I have watched television and marveled at the pure power of our military,’ GL explained. ‘Don’t Piss Me Off,’ GL warned.

‘The leaves are appearing daily,’ Jane said. ‘Crocus have emerged,’ Jane laughed. ‘Spring brings renewed energy…perhaps a garden of flowers…words of comfort…words of peace,’ Jane whispered. ‘A spring picnic is in the plan…potato salad and Oscar Mayer Weiners for Chet,’ Jane laughed. ‘The War Rehotiic is scary…it is serene in the Woods…Mr. Badger is helping me plan the Picnic…he is a wise old Badger,’ Jane noted. ‘Mr. Badger told me that it is darkest before the dawn,’ Jane said with tears in her eyes.

‘The President speaks before he thinks…he has thrown the world into turmoil…he seems to live in his own head,’ Chet said. ‘We go to the Picnic in the Woods with our hearts full of peace…we go in prayer for the safety of our planet,’ Chet continued. ‘We must protect each other… civilizations are God’s children…attacks on civilian infrastructure are against the law of man…against the law of God,’ Chet said with passion. ‘At the beginning of the year, we rejoiced in the freedom of the French Quarter in New Orleans…the beauty and talent of God’s creation and our place in it,’ Chet continued. ‘Easter was two days ago…we rejoiced in the risen Christ…looking forward to peace for all mankind,’ Chet whispered.

‘I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis,’ Neva J said. ‘We were all afraid…we had bomb shelters in our backyards…we were so close to nuclear war,’ Neva J continued. ‘President Kennedy comforted us…he exercised wisdom…he pulled us back from the brink,’ Neva J explained with emotion. ‘We thought that it was the end…Grandma A called it Armageddon…she said that the blood would flow to the horse’s bridle,’ Neva J noted. ‘We live on a razor’s edge…we exist with the Sword of Damocles over our heads…we require a President who is sound of mind,’ Neva J said softly.

‘Let us understand what we are speaking…Genocide…obliteration of innocent human life…a clouded mind…creates a storm,’ Chet said.

Easter is over. One of my most enjoyable. A great feeling of unity and love at our Easter Church Service. So…we go forward into 2026. The times are wonderful…the times are terrible. We watch for the danger around the corner. Hateful words from leaders…cursing and gutter talk… stay with the recipients of the verbal abuse. Once we understood hate…now we normalize it. Once we shunned cruelty…now we embrace it. Faith… religion… is used as a disguise for evil. We understood that Jesus loves… races… religions… all people… he died for the Human Family.

The Old Man reveled in the acceptance of the musicians in the French Quarter. We have been the blind leading the blind…now our eyes are open. The African American nurse taking my blood this morning buttoned my sleeve when the test was concluded. She saw me as an Old Man and helped me. Love is expressed in many ways.

Open our eyes… Let us see God’s love in all manner of people. None of us has cornered the market on Faith. We are students of life…our friends can not tell us…leaders can not con us out of Jesus Message of Easter…light and hope have come to the whole world without exception.

How time flies. The year is fast. The insidious nature of time is wrapped in the belief that we have all the time we need. Nothing could be further from the truth. A stopwatch governs our mission. Not what real estate adventure have we made better…what person or people have we made better…secure…seen…heard…understood. Have we raged against the night? Have we sought the approval of the Hollow Man as a surrogate for Faith?

‘Listen to me and be saved,’ the Hollow Man said. ‘I alone have the answer to your problems,’ the Hollow Man continued. ‘Follow me, and I will give you a lot of fish and big skillets to fry them in,’ the Hollow Man proclaimed. ‘I met Jesus…a carpenter…not too much money…a bit overrated,’ Hollow Man observed. ‘To the victor belong the spoils,’ Hollow Man continued. ‘You should look to me at Easter…I am bringing you wealth…prosperity…security,’ Hollow Man said with passion as he danced on one foot and then the other. ‘I am the second coming…enough said,’ Hollow Man said with a wink.

The NCAA final game is on tonight. Baseball Season is in full bloom. Soon will be Mother’s Day. Soon will be Father’s Day. Easter has come…now we can wear white shoes. Nothing changes…everything changes. Many cry out in pain…we can not hear them over our sound systems…many ask for a cool drink of water…we are afraid to allow the thirsty to our ice makers.