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Topic: Week(s) (02/10/11)
TITLE: Here's What I'd Do
By Linda Germain
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Early Monday I’d call a meeting with the leaders of every country and give them the new rules, all based on the reality of the Ten Commandments.
“Listen up,” I’d say with unwavering confidence and authority, “things are about to change, and I mean BIG TIME.”
They all would have puzzled looks and turn to their interpreters for clarification. There would be lots of gesticulating and shaking of heads and some would threaten to throw shoes or call for their mesmerized henchmen to do me in; but being the rule-maker for a week would come with immunity and license.
I would issue a serious reading list for their edification. They would realize the futility of sassing this imposing mother-figure so they would all raise their right hands and agree, so help them God, to honor and obey.
I would tell them we would have no more silly wars or foolish acts of whatever is ugly and greedy. They would play nice--or else.
While surprised presidents, prime ministers, chiefs, kings, queens, and assorted heads of state learned about behaving with prudence and doing unto others, Tuesday’s agenda would start with some common sense about morals and how using one’s brain just the teensiest bit is a beneficial thing. Hallelujah.
Without being indelicate, I would confront a few million folks who desperately need the talk. I would tell them how to stop populating like rabbits when they lack good food, clean water, and decent shelter. I’m tired of seeing starving children covered in flies and disease and so sick and hopeless they can’t even cry any more.
I’d speak bluntly to the unmarried ones and share how the Lord frowns on un-connubial bliss…so to speak. This would be a good time to demand that all child, wife, elder, and animal abuse immediately cease and desist.
On Wednesday, we’d have a pop quiz to see who had memorized the shall nots and understood the shalls, and who had a good grasp of simple biology and propriety. Understandably, there would be quite a bit of wailing and gnashing of teeth. None of their rebellion would keep me from barreling onward and upward at breakneck speed.
So much to do…so little time.
On Thursday I would deal with health care and assign those with a need to those with an ability to help. Without flinching, I would address the evil that illegal drugs have woven through the fabric of the entire planet. It’s a blood-thirsty serpent who continues to steal, kill, and destroy with his poison.
Humans who lure children and stupid-acting adults into senseless addiction need to be taken out behind the woodshed. We are not amused by reckless behavior.
With our Heavenly Father at my back, every druggie--from kingpins to pushers and users--would reply with a “Yes Ma’am,” in response to my enraged mother lion bellow:
(((“STOP IT…AND I MEAN THIS INSTANT!”)))
Friday would be dress right day. Those nearly extinct words, modest and appropriate, would be explained. Cultures where women are enslaved with ridiculous heavy coverings would see the light and act accordingly.
Saturday I would speak with all the ranchers, farmers, policy makers, judges, bankers, teachers, builders, clergymen, and for sure…attorneys. That night I would decree a nice fellowship of healthy foods and clean entertainment. No alcohol would be available. It would have all turned to vinegar or turpentine.
On my seventh day, Sunday, we would rest and talk about God and to God and thank Him with rejoicing and singing. I would preach until the midnight hour that there’s only One true Creator, and none of us are He, and that we’d better get with the program…HIS.
I would fall into an exhausted sleep at 11:59, just in time for the next work week to begin. My bossy ultimatums would echo into oblivion once the temporary ruler of the world was unleashed from his holding cage to slither back and reclaim his position to fool the human race with more flash and speed than before.
For 168 hours I would strive to open blind eyes and deaf ears and get people to just THINK once in a while, but since I’m not God, it wouldn’t last.
Like everyone else, after I recovered from my whirlwind, seven-day interference project, I would be forced to wake up and smell the coffee, but hopefully, the roses too.
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