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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National Vietnam War Veterans Day

 

It was noted by a proclamation in 2012 and by an Act signed by the president in 2017. March 29 was chosen as National Vietnam War Veterans Day because on March 29, 1973, Military Assistance Command, Vietnam was disbanded, and the last U.S. combat troops left the Republic of Vietnam.

Please don’t tell me we lost the war or it wasn’t worth it. You would be deprecating those who sacrificed, and the sacrifice was great.

Group of six people in blue shirts standing at a gravesite with flags.More than 58,000 young men and women lost their lives there. This includes three from my little town in Ohio called Mantua, including a friend known to all as Bobby. In addition, the physically wounded totaled more than 300,000 in Vietnam, with another 75,000 left severely disabled from their physical wounds.

Military memorial plaque honoring Robert William Zoller II.There are also the emotional scars of war. We call it PTSD today. The numbers aren’t precisely known, but the range is 15% of those serving to as many as 30% have gone through the tortuous journey of PTSD at some point. When you consider 2.7 million served, well, do the math.

This day was created in 2017 “to give Americans the opportunity to say ‘Welcome Home’ to a group of veterans who never got the reception they deserved when they returned to the United States.”

Conversations with God VIII

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 losing your soul little by little.

Me:  Sometimes it feels like things go wrong too easily down here.

God: In the flesh, it can seem that way.

Me:  Because in the flesh good can be overcome.

God: Yes. The flesh is fragile. It gets tired. It gets discouraged.

Me:  But in the spirit, never?

God: Never. My Spirit in you is not overcome. Not intimidated. Not outmatched.

Me:  Then why does it feel like the battle is so uneven?

God: Because you are seeing the part that hurts, not the part that lasts.

Me:  I guess we do not usually lose our soul all at once.

God: No. People usually lose it little by little without realizing it.

Me:  A little compromise here.

God: A little pride there.

Me:  A little chasing of approval.

God: A little surrender of integrity.

Me:  A little neglect of what matters most.

God: And suddenly the heart feels far from where it used to be.

Me:  But You keep calling me back.

God: Always. Because your soul is worth more than anything you could gain without Me.

Me:  So the struggle is real, but the outcome is not in doubt.

God: Exactly. Pressure can trouble you, but it cannot triumph over My Spirit in you.

Me: That is hard to remember when life feels heavy.

God: That is why I remind you. Not to deny the struggle, but to steady you in it.

Me:  So, in the flesh, I may feel overwhelmed.

God: But in the Spirit, you are never overcome.

Many people feel unsettled when they sense themselves drifting. But many others do not sense it at all because the drift is small, so ordinary, so daily.

The drift is gradual. The compromises are small. The erosion quiet. The loss is incremental. Compromise. Pride. Approval. Integrity. Neglect.

It happens in moments we barely notice, choices we barely think about, and habits we never meant to form. That is why reflection matters. Not to create fear, but to keep the soul awake to what truly lasts.

Jesus warned about the danger of losing the soul, and Scripture shows that it is often lost through small trades that seem harmless at the time. The drift is subtle, but so is the grace that keeps calling us back.

This Conversation is not meant as God’s literal speech. It reflects how Scripture portrays God’s steadiness in times of moral confusion and spiritual pressure. What will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul? The Bible never promises a world without struggle, but it does promise a God who keeps calling us back before we slip too far.