Did you notice that I missed a few days preparing blog messages? I never heard the expression before but I define my mood as “depression aggression.” I’m so depressed!! I’ve been aggressively “climbing the family tree.” When I’m focused on people and places, I’m not thinking about the Coronavirus, rioting, looting, hatred spewing from the mouths of reporters.

Let me tell you about one of my fears (strange as this will sound). Years ago I quite-by-accident learned of “Stone Mountain“ Georgia. I visited the site and was so impressed with the artwork. I didn’t take offense about a Confederate General. Just like Mount Rushmore, an artist applied his talent. Now statues of our Presidents are being destroyed and one reporter indicated “Stone Mountain“ will be destroyed. Our wonderful country is being destroyed by hoodlums!!

I learned a motto many years ago: “The kindest thing to do and say, is the kindest thing in the kindest way.”  Other well-worn expressions: “Love thy neighbor,”  and “Do unto others as you would have others do unto you.”  Would those looters want someone coming into their home to steal items?

I’m getting on my “soapbox” as I express my sadness. People have so little consideration for one another, they fail to wear masks in public. People are suffering from the loss of their jobs, their income… but that message seems to get lost (lately) as we hear criticism of our President and law enforcement. Oh yes, some Christian organizations (like Samaritan’s Purse and Operation Blessing) are providing food but too little recognition for their efforts. (Samaritan’s Purse set up a hospital in New York’s Central Park to care for Coronavirus patients.)

I’m extremely patriotic. From my position at my computer, I look out at the American flag blowing in the wind. Near the flag, my attractive display of red, white, and blue bottles. A patriotic garden flag is prominently displayed at the street. Inside my yard, another red, white, and blue bottle display. A “flag” decal is plastered against the sliding-glass front door.

I’m getting “too old” for the turmoil in our Nation. “This world is not my home, I’m just traveling through. My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.”  In an earlier blog message, I expressed my desire to donate to the society. I’d like to think my “aggressive” documentation of extended family members is a worth-while endeavor. The “cousins” (aunts, uncles, and grandparents) were (are) hard-working, God-fearing, Christ-centered individuals. The Old German Baptist Brethren are a unique group of people whom I choose to document. “Depression aggression!”

Confession: This message prepared on Sunday evening and scheduled for Monday morning.