Conversations with God XI

When silence feels safer than truth

There are seasons when we cannot see what is ahead, but we can still trust the One who walks with us and talks with us along the way. This is a conversation about the fear of speaking truth in a world that often punishes honesty.

Me:  God, I’m afraid to say what I believe anymore.

God: Why, My child?

Me:  Because people turn on each other so quickly. One disagreement and the whole relationship collapses.

God: When people feel insecure, threatened, or exposed, they often lash out.

Me:  Not because they’re evil?

God: Sometimes there is evil in the world. But often the reaction comes because fear is loud.

Me:  I try to speak gently, but it doesn’t matter. Some people don’t want a conversation. They want to win.

God: Pride does not listen. Fear does not reason. Wounded hearts do not hear clearly.

Me:  I don’t want to lose people. I don’t want to be rejected.

God: Even My disciples faced rejection. You are not the first to feel this.

Me:  But why does speaking truth feel so costly?

God: Because truth exposes what people would rather hide. And because standing with Me has always required courage.

Me:  I’m not sure I’m brave enough.

God: Courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is faithfulness in the presence of fear.

Me:  So You’re saying I should still speak?

God: Speak truth in love. Not to win arguments, but to remain faithful.

Me:  And if people turn away?

God: Then you have not lost Me. And you have not wasted your words.

Jesus told His disciples, “If the world hates you, know that it hated Me before it hated you” (John 15:18). What He told them, He tells us. Speaking truth has always carried a cost. The early disciples faced rejection, ridicule, and even death, yet they kept going because Christ strengthened them. Today we fear being wrong, misunderstood, or rejected by friends and/or family, but God reminds us that truth spoken in love is never wasted. Relationships may shake, opinions may divide, but faithfulness to Christ remains steady. God doesn’t ask us to be unafraid. He asks us to be faithful.

This Conversation is not meant as God’s literal speech. It reflects how Scripture portrays God’s heart toward us when we fear speaking truth in a world that often rejects it.

#FearNotForIAmWithYou #GodIsGood

Conversations with God X

God is already where you fear to go.

There are seasons when we cannot see what is ahead, but we can still trust the One who walks with us and talks with us along the way. This is a conversation about worrying about the unknown.

Me:  God, I know You hold the future, but the world feels so unstable right now.

God: The world has always shifted. I have never moved.

Me:   But everything feels unpredictable. Nations, leaders, conflicts, disasters.

God:  Nothing is unpredictable to Me.

Me:   I keep imagining worst‑case scenarios.

God:  Your imagination is not prophecy.

Me:   Then why does the unknown feel so threatening?

God:  Because you are trying to carry what only I can see.

Me:    So what do I do with this fear?

God:  Bring it to Me before it becomes your master.

Me:    But what if things really do get worse?

God:  Then My grace will meet you there, just as it meets you here.

Me:    And if I cannot see the path ahead?

God:  You do not need to see the path when you are walking with the One who made it.

Me:    So the unknown is not something to fear?

God:  The unknown is simply the place where My faithfulness has not yet been revealed to you.

Jesus told His disciples, “You will hear of wars and rumors of wars, but see to it that you are not troubled; for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet” (Matthew 24:6 NKJV). What He told them, He tells us. Scripture never denies that the world will shake. It simply reminds us that God does not. 

The unknown is not a threat to God. It is not a gap in His plan. It is not a place where His sovereignty weakens. The unknown is simply the part of the story we have not reached yet, but He is already there. Worry tries to convince us that we are alone in what might come. Faith reminds us that God is already present in what will come.

This Conversation is not meant as God’s literal speech. It reflects how Scripture portrays God’s heart toward us when we face uncertainty and fear about the future.

#FearNotForIAmWithYou

 

Conversations with God IX (The Resurrection)

Me:  I know the resurrection is central to everything, but sometimes I still wonder why it had to happen this way.

God: Because death had to be defeated from the inside.

Me:   But why a cross first? Why suffering before victory?

God: Because love goes where the wound is.

Me:  And the empty tomb, what does it really mean for us?

God: It means death does not get the final word.

Me:  Sometimes I still fear endings.

God: The resurrection is My answer to every ending.

Me:  So, it is not just about Jesus rising?

God: It is about what His rising makes possible for you.

Me:  Life after death?

God: And life before death.

Me:  I do not always feel that power.

God: You do not have to feel it for it to be true.

Me:   Then what should the resurrection tell me today?

God: That nothing buried stays buried when I call it out of the grave.

Summary

The resurrection is not an idea we created. It is the foundation God established. In 1 Corinthians 15:1–4, Paul gives the only place in Scripture where something is called THE gospel, and he keeps it simple. Christ died for our sins. He was buried. He rose again on the third day according to the Scriptures. That is the gospel, and the faith to believe it is part of the gift God gives. Faith does not make these things true; faith receives what God has already finished. The resurrection is God’s answer to sin, to death, to fear, and to every ending we face. Nothing buried stays buried when He calls it out of the grave. And it is all free.

Grace + zero = Salvation.

This Conversation is not meant as God’s literal speech. It reflects how Scripture portrays God’s heart toward us through the death, burial, and resurrection of Christ.

#ItIsFinished​

 

Big Tech Marches On


|US tech employment had its worst start to the year since 2023, with AI blamed for tens of thousands of brutal job cuts, according to a new report.

The first three months of 2026 saw 52,050 tech layoffs, a 40% jump from the same period last year according to a report published today. Artificial intelligence is blamed for the cuts. It happens throughout history

Big tech ended the pony express in 1861, which began on this date in 1860. It relied on young riders who swapped horses at 157 relay stations and braved blizzards, bandits, and attacks by Native tribes to deliver 34,753 letters over 18 months, losing only one bag across 616,000 miles.

​Starting with 49 letters and newspapers, including Lincoln’s inaugural address, it charged $5 per half-ounce and used over 400 horses, but it still lost money. $200,000 to start, $7 million today, but no profit. The service ran 308 trips until October 24, 1861.

​And then it happened.  The transcontinental telegraph ended its reign, leaving riders jobless two days later.

​It was a romantic piece of Western history, though. Heck, I would have signed up to be a rider. By the way, that story leads to two others. When I started courting my wife, I sent her a lot of cassette tapes, just me talking to her, expressing my love for her, of course, and telling her more than she would ever want to know about my life from birth to present.

​Today, we were at the home of her then mailman and his wife. I won’t mention their names for privacy reasons. We’ll just call them collectively, JD. It was a nice visit, and I learned a few things about my family not previously known. So JD got the large envelopes filled with tapes delivered in a timely manner to my galfriend, probably wondering what the heck was going on.  

Sometimes things go awry. I suspect it was about 17 months ago that a person sent me a letter from Columbus, a distance of 151 miles. It took the USPS 10 days to get the letter to me. The Pony Express would have taken less than two days. During my mountain hiking days, I could have done it in 10 days, especially here in Ohio.

No Kings Is a Joke: My Boomer Confession

No Kings is a joke. I’m a Boomer who grew up during the protests of the 60s and 70s. Yes, I was somewhat radicalized on the left, but I moved on when it was beneficial to me at the time. Actually, maybe I was more of an opportunist, less guided by principle in the beginning. But I was politically active when young.

I read and wrote a lot. I remember seeing Wild in the Streets just shy of my 16th birthday. While mowing, I devised a plan, based on the movie, to take over the school board. I believed at the time it would have worked. But not really, but the movie made me believe I could do it. A year later, on a portable typewriter, I drafted a constitution for a utopian country. I wish I had retained the drafts.

At Kent State, I wrote a paper for a composition class that the professor believed was too far left to turn in. But within a year, I was assigned to cover the political groups for the school paper. I went after the y young communists in the Revolutionary Student Brigade by infiltrating the group as a supporter. Despite threats, including bombing Taylor Hall, the journalism building, and the scene of the Kent State shootings on May 4, 1970, our student advisor, a gruff old reporter from Des Moines, went with the story. Following the Brigade’s exposure of the fraud, the group was kicked off campus for taking student funds for personal use.

I then set my sights on the VVAW, best remembered for John Kerry’s lying testimony before Congress. Another group using university funds that I was able to show wasn’t truly representative on campus. Another group gone. I still have copies of both stories.

Lest you think I cared and wanted the groups removed for political reasons because I had switched sides, that would be false. It was the time of Woodward & Bernstein and Watergate. We all wanted to be investigative reporters because that’s where the glamour was, and no one was better positioned than I to do it. It also marked the beginning of journalism’s death. I could tell the truth while controlling it at the same time. Call it slanting the news to create my narrative. I knew what result I wanted before starting. And I did it well.

I would remain a registered Democrat and run for office at various levels. I maintained a liberal outlook, but in the tradition of liberals at the time, not what we see today. I chose the Democrat Party as a matter of convenience to get a summer job, but I thrived under the tutelage of the 1968 Ohio Democratic Chairman. Remember the 1968 convention in Chicago; he led the Ohio delegation and debated Robert Kennedy in defense of the Vietnam War. I would later clerk for him in his law office throughout law school and meet a lot of fascinating people in the political world, mostly state-level but a handful at the national level.

That’s my background, but this is about my generation and the No Kings fiasco. Not a diverse group, neither in age nor race. Older white people primarily. For the racists in the country, it was ideal, even though it ran against their earlier convictions, if they truly had any to begin with.

Look at the photos. The “gray hairs” and elders were prominent. Multiple accounts described crowds with noticeable numbers of senior citizens, including people on mobility scooters, veterans in their 70s, and retirees holding signs. Examples include an 82-year-old military veteran and tribal elder in Arizona, 77-78-year-old couples in California, 73-82-year-olds in Michigan, and groups of seniors in wheelchairs outside assisted-living centers in Maryland.

I have a theory based on being a Boomer. I protested when younger—sometimes just caught up in it to see what was going on, plus there was still some of that high-school mentality that just liked to break things with rocks. The cause wasn’t the important thing.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the protests really didn’t end the war. The man we despised, Nixon, actually ended it. It’s almost as though Boomers realize this, and the No Kings rallies are like a last hurrah. Let’s face it: if we had a king or authoritarian ruler, things would happen like what happened to Iranian protesters, leaving 40,000 killed. That didn’t happen here.

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With the 1980 election, I had changed. I like to consider that I have grown up. The No Kings people didn’t, and they looked to one final protest to make their lives meaningful. The ones who fought “fascism” in the 60s and 70s are now on the side of the authoritarians but call me a fascist. The charge is a hollow one. Words like “fascism” have been so overused as to render them meaningless. The same with “racism.”

Constant repetition turns a grave term into background noise. People hear it so often that it stops evoking the visceral reaction it once had. When the same label gets slapped on everything, it becomes meaningless. Yet the words should carry a negative meaning. The Left, including the crazed Boomer generation, changed it. We should hate racism, but when everything is racist, it provides cover for the truly guilty.

Isn’t it odd that Jane Fonda, a traitor in my opinion, is now on the opposite side? Isn’t it odd that the writer of Four Dead in Ohio has expresses the exact opposite political philosophy today? Pick any old boomer on the Left-aren’t they the true supporters of fascism today? Strip everything away, maybe they haven’t changed at all. Think about it.

Yes, there is an “existential threat” to democracy, but it comes from the Left, the real despots today. They see the enemy as those who want to weaken our republic by abandoning the principles and values that have served us so well for the past 250 years. I am their enemy.

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