It’s time to be Thankful Again.

On the Other Hand

By Kay Wilson-Bolton

November 21, 2004

It has always seemed odd to me that we needed a special day to be thankful, but then again Americans love holidays, so Thanksgiving Day became official.

At a different time of my life, the s human waste is carried away from where they live.

Someone recently commented to me that the burden of helping so many is too great and that, “they are happy the way they are.” What mother is happy when children suffer from malnutrition, or teeth are pulled without anesthetic, or giving birth is life threatening? What father is happy when the home they sleep in has a dirt floor or there is not enough food for everyone?

One person can make a difference, one person at a time. Taking that first step in doing so is usually the hardest. From there, opportunities simply find you, and I know for sure that every one of is ultimately “a one.”

So for this thanksgiving, I am thankful I live in America, for all its faults and those of our leaders.

How can it be that I was so blessed when others weren’t? Proverbs 16:9 states that “a man’s heart plans his ways, but God orders his steps.”

I believe that’s the answer.

 

 

Amnesty for All

On the Other Hand by By Kay Wilson-Bolton

July 15, 2007

WHEN SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE IS CLEAR

America was founded on principles that would get government out of the Church. It was never to separate the Church from the people.

For those who wonder about churches being places of Sanctuary for illegal immigrants, here is a learning opportunity that will give you another good reason to join a church. “Sanctuary” is an interesting place and has different meanings. The ultimate meaning depends on where you are in your journey through life.

The dictionary describes sanctuary as a, “holy place.” It is likely that not everyone buys into that. It is also described as, “A church or other sacred place where fugitives were formerly entitled to immunity from arrest.”

It is also known as, “A tract of land where birds and wildlife, esp. those hunted for sport, can breed and take refuge in safety from hunters.” With these descriptions in mind, try to view yourself as one who is desperate for sanctuary. You are from a foreign country, you are here illegally, your children were born here, you came here looking for work—and found it. Upon threat of deportation and separation from your family, you run to a church. If you are denied, your world view of God has suddenly changed.

If you are welcomed, your view has changed again. Contrast this to our expenditures of millions of dollars protecting condor eggs because their parents don’t know how to protect them or themselves. They eat unsafe things and go to dangerous places.

As an American, I count on the right to run to a church when I and my family are in peril. I must be able to stay there until the danger is
passed. Churches that refuse to do this must be willing to take a class in Christian principals and basic human rights.

If you think churches should close their doors to people who are in this country illegally, knowing that we created jobs and enticed them to come, let’s look at who else is in our churches.

We are drug addicts, ex-cons and felons, alcoholics, womanizers and prostitutes, sex offenders, abusers, cryptics, skeptics and critics, fugitives from something or other. We don’t vote every chance we get, we are tempted and often cheat on our income tax; we regularly despise our neighbor and want what they have, while not forgiving them for doing to us what we do to others. Thank God we are in churches.

Let’s allow churches to do what churches have done for centuries. Then, let the government do whatever it does. This country exists because of the need to get the State out of the business of the Church. It was never to separate the Church from the people.

Kay Wilson-Bolton
Santa Paula

The Love Behind the Leash

The Love Behind the Leash
By Kay Wilson-Bolton
October 6, 2013

Like sheep, we tend to stray.

A few months ago, we adopted a young dog we named Bear, Jr. He was brought into a household with two seasoned rescued poodles and it didn’t take but a few days for the household to get re-organized. The cats, Toni and Theo, embraced their familiar places and learned to steer clear of Bear, Jr.’s food and pathways. They were scarce at mealtime and bedtime but were on cordial terms during the day.

Bear, Jr. came to us with very few social skills. He had never walked on a leash or knew what going for a walk meant. He was housebroken but had been crated a lot during the day and struggled with handling his new freedom.

When we adopted KD several years ago, after losing our “first” Bear, the rescue worker advised us to keep him on a leash for a while. It seemed odd and unnatural to us, but I can’t remember better advice.

Looking back, KD might not have been with us long without that leash. He saw the cats as sport, wouldn’t eat his food and shot like a bullet out the pet door after anything that moved.

We decided to try the same leash technique with Bear, Jr. It kept him close to Howard during the day and close to us at night. Keeping him close kept him out of trouble and we discovered that it added an element of security to his new surroundings.

At night, we keep both KD and Bear on leashes to prevent them from going off to the races at the sound of a feather in the wind or a squirrel on the roof. When lights out arrives, they seem to welcome the latch of the leash. He knows that everyone is in for a good night’s sleep and they will be in everyone’s good graces.

Oddly enough, rescue number three is Jonathan, and he goes nowhere without us so the leash for him is unnecessary. He obeys us on loving, natural instinct.

While the idea of being on a leash is not popular these days with the exercise of free will ranking high, I think we can all relate to having gone too far in some areas of our lives which triggered consequences we wish we could undo. When I get off my leash, I get off balance too. I learned a lot from KD –short for King David by the way, who is like a brother to his best friend Jonathan, and now to Bear, Jr. Some of us handle freedom and multiple choices better than others.

The Bible says in Psalm 119:176, “And should I wander off like a lost sheep—seek me! I’ll recognize the sound of your voice.” Learning this later is infinitely better than learning it never.