THE ABSURDITIES OF LIFE
AWESOME SEX AFTER SEVENTY-TWO
When God told Abraham he was going to be a daddy…at 100, I’m quite sure I’d have joined Sarah’s ranks: she laughed when she overheard this conversation: “After I’m worn out and my master is old, will I now have this pleasure?”
To really understand this writer’s polemic about marital ‘Senior sex’, you need to know the proper definition of the word: Awesome. Its root is ‘awe’. Webster declares: a mixed feeling of reverence, fear and wonder caused by something majestic, sublime and sacred as if it is almost a religious experience. He adds: terror and dread.
I think old Webster knew what he was talking about if one was referring to sex after seventy-two because his definition perfectly fits this awesome event.
Married at twenty-two and ‘randy-dandy’ on the spot: Yucca Valley, on a huge rock, the most ‘potentially- embarrassing’ location, for decades. Pleasure given and received…like running hot water on command; but, and old man appears and instead of Fourth of July fireworks going off; just a fizzle and a limp noodle is an unwelcomed guest. One’s dignity is challenged, refuted, and grudgingly accepted.
Awesome sex is marked, in red, on a monthly calendar…once…possibly twice. When and if this sacred, near religious experience is done, for a few blissful minutes, we are kids again sucking on Tootsie Pops and drinking grape Koolade, and laughing at and with each other about days long gone. The pleasure that comes from great sex, when one is young and…in the morning, in the evening and in the afternoon delight, seemed effortless. The joy of clothing flying in the air within seconds of my arrival after a day’s work, added to the excitement of loving a woman that would be my wife all my life. Today, nothing is flying…most assuredly me. Then it was spontaneous, thrilling, daring sometimes as mad-lovers madly in love often risk the risqué. Why do we do it? Who can explain love’s madness?
Today, it takes preparation! An announcement for pleasure is made in advance, preferably two days…if nothing interferes or something more important doesn’t ‘pop-up’: i.e. an unexpected invite for a trip to Dairy Queen. Clean wooly night-gown for her, and leaves her woolen socks at the foot of the bed…a real sacrifice. A dash of Channel # 5 is added for ambiance that masks the lingering smells of Cold Cream and Bengay. It is a shave, dash of Old Spice, and necessity to warm cold sheets with naked body for me. Time for blue pill to work its way from a pulsating warmness from head to… I can’t get away from ethical dilemma about the pill. If one uses it to enhance performance, it is a Steroid? If one can’t consummate the event without it, does it count as an awesome accomplishment? Then I think: Abraham used Holy- Ghost-power to give pleasure to Sarah; if he can do it, why can’t I use modern-medicine?
Awesome sex! It is too often accompanied by a sense of dread… and a bit of fear ‘you can’t cut the mustard any more’. Once it commences, you get a near encompassing dread that you can’t give or receive pleasure like you used to provide…followed by an ever increasing fear it won’t end before you have a cardiac arrest and die.
Awesome sex is accompanied by excruciatingly awesome pain. Before Hollywood went and ruined sensual sex by leaving nothing to one’s imagination, the degree of pleasure depicted on the Silver Screen showed hands and fingers desperately clutching the bed sheets. I discovered if I try to emulate this today, I can’t open my arthritic fingers. By the time the orchestrated cymbals have gonged and the applause is heard, the pain in my arms has spread from my shoulder-blades to my scrotum, and I begin to believe Rigormortis has set in. It is quickly followed by a prayer that cramps don’t come a calling on my calves or one of my toes isn’t trapped beneath a sheet corner that was thrown asunder in the frenzy, because cramps will come. If they do arrive, my seared pained brain tells me to make sure you keep your mouth shut and breathe through your nose (It really does work if you will have the guts to with-stand a few seconds of immense pain). When I was young, once pleasure was given, we lingered and cuddled, then, I jumped up and soon was asking: What’s for breakfast my love? Now, there isn’t any cuddling because the weight from our bodies cries out from its unexpected trauma. There isn’t any jumping! I’m thinking we need a crane to extricate our bodies so we can stand up straight.
It must be a divine gift from the Creator himself because in the heroic throes of basking in the glow of our accomplishment…once again, like some mystical union spoken of in the bible where a married man and a married woman become one flesh, we are young again. Her eyes with tiny ‘crows-feet’ are suddenly as mesmerizing as they were the first time I laid eyes upon her deep dark chocolate-drop tantalizingly sensual eyes. Her mellow voice, tinged with a morsel of smoke left over from our sometimes awesome sex makes my bones cherry as she whispers:” I love you and always will.”
We keep asking ourselves, how much longer can we have awesome sex. Is the pain worth the pleasure? I have often contemplated Abraham’s gift at 100: he had a son. Imagine the gravitas he commanded when he sat with the elders at the city gate. Young men who came with their fathers: “Yes, he’s the one,” they’d point to him. Perhaps there were signs held up: ‘This man is a real stud’. Is he not every young man’s fantasy? A hundred years old and he could get the job done. While we only fantasized that we might emulate him and then climb Mt. Everest and scream: “I’m the man”, that echoes around the world; old men can only mutter: “It has to be the Holy Ghost power.”
We have learned and have become content to accept the fact that we are capable of only one thing a day that maximizes one’s strength. My wife says: “One day we will be too old.” She adds, “We can talk about it, say we did, and don’t.” Awesome sex puts us in our recliners; we watch black and white episodes of Gunsmoke, and sip coffee. Awesome sex should have awesome rewards, right?
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THE ABSURDITIES OF LIFE
AMERICA HAS REJECTED ITS FOUNDER AND BUILDER: JESUS CHRIST
In my malaise after the recent Presidential election, I often wonder what that small band of Pilgrims from the Thames River in London think about their cardinal purpose of braving the ocean’s storms and risking life and limb to reach America: to have the religious freedom to spread the Good News about Jesus Christ, only to see it come undone in just 227 years, as our country’s political leaders have welded their legislative ‘Sword of Damocles’ Cicero warned Rome about to ensure the power of scripture would disappear from our nation’s public arenas. In the hallowed halls of today’s congress, one is allowed to pray to god; you will incite the P.C. wrath if you dare invoke the name of Jesus Christ in the prayer.
I often think about today’s history professors and public/private school teachers who have given their integrity away and demonstrated they possess little moral character for they continue to present Revisionist History that diminishes the truth about the important place biblical truth and principles were to the establishment of this once great biblical nation. Since half of all graduating high school seniors can’t tell you when the Civil War was fought or who won, perhaps it would be a boon to our country’s future if the educators had students do research about the importance of the bible and Jesus Christ when this nation’s sacred documents were prepared. Surprise, surprise, surprise! All were finished with a prayer of thanksgiving for the leading and blessings from the Creator of the universe: Jesus Christ. All of the States charters seek His blessings.
Every great university of this country’s first one-hundred years of existence: Harvard, Yale, Princeton and etc., were founded for one purpose: to provide a great education for preparing ministers to teach and preach biblical truths about Jesus Christ. The Divinity School held the most prestigious ‘Chair’ of all the school’s departments. Our enlightened leaders recognized that our nation’s future success depended upon its zeal to take the power of the bible’s truths where ever its people settled. For these enlightened leaders, moral fidelity in the marriage, the church, and in commerce guaranteed the success of America.
Today, thanks to Christian voters who rejected the biblical principles and voted to elect Atheists, Agonistics, and a sorted array of Pagans, according to one’s political party’s persuasions, for the past fifty years, the bible has been banned from our Public Schools, and public prayer invokes the wrath of the A.C.L.U; and even those school systems who desire to keep the bible and prayer in its classrooms and public arena, can’t afford the legal fees required to fight our Government’s endless supply of ‘Red-ink’ money.
The Pilgrims pledged their wealth and lives to spread the gospel of Jesus Christ. None sacrificed so that Kwanza, Allah, Buddha, or any other gods could be a part of this nation’s Spiritual Manifest Destiny from the Atlantic to the Pacific coasts. Today, these gods are more welcome in our country than Jesus Christ! Today, there are more Witches Covens on the East Coast than there are biblically based churches; and they are more faithfully attended and supported. A hundred years ago one would be hard-pressed to find an elected official who wasn’t a student of the bible; now, one who is.
America’s love affair with Sodomites guarantees it is slinking towards another Gomorrah. From its Pilgrim days, women were the bulwark of our nation’s biblical roots; today, it is Feminist women who have rejected Jesus Christ and the bible’s moral principles; for their children and them. Today, the most profitable business industry is Pornography…led by women who provide its core-value. Sixty years ago teachers complained about students talking and chewing gum; today it is ‘Glee’ sexting nude pictures during class. As the cigarette ads catering to Feminist women declared: You’ve come a long way baby. Yes, we have! Our prisons are filled with your children from your male ‘sperm-donor’ only promiscuous life-style; your children drop out of high school at an alarming rate; your ‘sperm-donor’ only fathers help you create Generational welfare families…and our lunatic government officials use its hard working citizens money to provide for your immoral choices…and our citizens have been indoctrinated to not speak publicly against these outcomes for fear of being branded a bigot, narrow-minded, and judgmental.
America has become a Matriarchal Society and man has lost his place of respect in the home, field of commerce, the church, and society. He is so feminized he isn’t even aware it has happened to him. He has proven he is weak in the face of all feminine competition and willingly capitulated his biblical responsibilities. Boys dream of becoming a foul-mouthed chef rather than an Astronaut, famous scientist or engineer…or perhaps a ‘Captain’ of industry.
Our own President declared: America is no longer a Christian Nation. Did you hear the loud rumble? It was our Mayflower Compact Pilgrims turning over in their graves. “If my people who are called by my name will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.” II Chronicles 7:14 History is rife with great empires who settled into dust after a brief period of ‘lightning in the sky’. In my opinion, America’s days are few because I don’t see any evidence that Gomorrah’s kith and kin are growing weaker. Before that happens, Christians that share the biblical mandate with the Pilgrims that touched-down at Plymouth Rock will be openly persecuted in America by its government and its fellow citizens.
Perhaps, this persecution will trigger another ‘Day of Pentecost’ and the church will return to its glory-days!
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Monticello, Ky. 42633
THE ABSURDITIES OF LIFE:
SIN’S GONE MISSING FROM AMERICA
America, the once great biblical bastion where Jesus Christ was espoused, intelligently pontificated, and certainly glorified, has rejected him as being narrow minded, prudish, racist, bigot… an ordinary god or man.
Dr. Menninger’s best-selling book: What Ever Happened To Sin, was a shot-over-the-bow warning about a road to perdition that America was travelling on a few decades ago, and millions read it…and let dust gather on it…and considered him a religious ‘Chicken-little’.
It seems that only two people in the past fifty years has the gift of discernment: the judge that declared: I don’t know how to define pornography, but I know it when I see it; and the fictional character, played by Robert Preston, in the movie “The Music Man”: he declared it was the game of POOL. This flim-flam con artist needed a foil for his SIN, as he conducted a ruse on the unsuspecting farm community in Iowa to produce a marching band, complete with music books for today’s parenting-culture pre-SEL-ESTEEM parents who could have been modern American Idol models, while lusting after the ‘town’s librarian’. The outcome surprised all, including the con-artist: It was akin to what Joseph said to his brothers when he arranged a meeting with them, after they had sold him into slavery and he had ascended to the rank next to the Pharaoh of Egypt: you meant it for evil; God meant it for good. The writer of I John declared: Everyone who sins breaks the law, I fact, sin is lawlessness. I Jh. 3:4
As I watch the ‘cutesy’ commercial from Geico’s pig…not the Gecko… perhaps I’m one of a few who see the historic time-line about the sin of homosexuality and the fog-horn warnings of what the acceptance of this sin would do to America: it will redefine marriage and lead to bestiality for NAMBLA won’t be satisfied with innocent boys. The commercial intimates that the girl would like to have sex with the pig! I must admit, I never saw the idea of a girl desiring sex with a pig! Where is the hue and cry of our biblical people about this perverted commercial? Why the silence? Our heathen media continues to prove that one can sell anything if it is wrapped in humor…even ‘sick’ humor.
Since our culture has embraced all that is demonic and slavishly drools about the entire Occult World, including sexual relations with demons…though it is depicted as ‘romantic love’…even teenage love, is it any wonder America can’t recognize sin? Sin is absent, from drama designed for the teenagers, like Glee, to the pulpits of our churches, sin and redemption have become ‘old fashion’ and unseemly. Might America really become frightened by the real demonic world that does exist rather than the ‘make believe’ one nobody is afraid of…until they die, that is found in the teachings of the bible. Scripture teaches that the demons recognized who Jesus was! Modern preachers send their congregates home filled with a sense of ‘I’m good enough’ and God is a pretty good fellow, rather than have them leave the worship hour dreading to look into the Spiritual Mirror that exposes one’s sin and drives one to seek forgiveness and redemption.
Satan must be laughing his head off as he sees his schemes find fruit in a once great biblical land. He must howl with glee as America redefines what sin might be: homosexuality is another choice and those who dare say it is isn’t are the sinners; abortion on demand is a ‘woman’s right and those who say it isn’t are sinners; promiscuous sex between ‘consenting adults’ doesn’t harm anyone and those who dare say it isn’t are sinners; passing out condoms to teenagers is the ‘wise thing to do’ and those who dare say it isn’t are the sinners. Alcohol and sex addictions are diseases, not the result of sin, and anyone who dares say it isn’t are the sinners. You and I could add infinitum.
Will America ever recognize sin again? Personally, I doubt it. It could happen if it returns to the Bible and realizes how much God the Creator…Jesus Christ…and the Holy Spirit hate sin: God redeemed man and forgave his sin. He loved mankind so much he willingly sent his only son, Jesus Christ as a ransom to die in our place, and the Holy Spirit was left to show man how to discern sin and its message of truth is found in the pages of the holy book: the Bible.
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