CHRISTIANA TAYLOR-GREEN 9/11/01 – 01/08/11

Pain breaks not the calm of the sweet twilight of age, for strength made perfect in weakness bears up with patience under it all. Ripe fruits of choice experience are gathered as the rare repast of life’s evening, and the soul prepares itself for rest.

The Lord’s people shall also enjoy light in the hour of death. Unbelief laments; the shadows fall, the night is coming, existence is ending. Ah no, crieth faith, the night is far spent, the true day is at hand. Light is come, the light of immortality, the light of a Father’s countenance. Gather up thy feet in thy bed; see the waiting bands of spirits!

Angeles waft thee away. Farewell, beloved one, thou art gone, thou wavest thine hand. Ah, now it is light. The pearly gates are open; the golden streets shine in the jasper light. We cover our eyes, but thou beholdest the unseen, adieu, beloved, CHRISTIANA TAYLOR-GREEN, thou hast light at even-tide, such as we have not yet! AMEN!

Sheriff G Ali

GROW IN GRACE!

Seek to lie very low, and know more of your own nothingness!

Grow in grace, not in one grace only, but in all grace. Grow in that root-grace, faith. Believe the promises more firmly than you have done. Let faith increase in fullness, constancy, simplicity. Grow also in love. Ask that your love may become extended, more intense, more practical, influencing every thought, word and deed.

Grow likewise in humility. Seek to lie very low, and know more of your own nothingness. As you grow downward in humility, seek also to grow upward – having nearer approaches to God in prayer and more intimate fellowship with Jesus. May God the Holy Spirit enable you to “grow” in the knowledge of our Lord and Savior, for he who grows not in the knowledge of Jesus, refuses to be blessed.

To know Him is “eternal life,” and to advance in the knowledge of Him is to increase in happiness. For they who do not long to know more of Christ; knows nothing of Him yet. Whoever hath sipped this wine will thirst for more, for although Christ doth satisfy, yet in such a satisfaction, that the appetite is not cloyed, but whetted.

If you know the love of Jesus – as he hart panteth for the water-brooks, so will you pant after deeper draughts of His love! If you do not desire to know Him better, then you love Him not, for love always cries, “Nearer, nearer.” Absence from Christ is hell; but the presence of Jesus is heaven. Do not rest content without an increasing acquaintance with Jesus Christ.

Seek to know more of Him in His divine nature; in His human relationship, and His finished work, in His death, in His resurrection, in His present glorious intercession, and His future royal advent. Abide hard by the Cross, and search the mystery of His wounds. An increase of love to Jesus, and a more perfect apprehension of His love to us is one of the best tests of growth in grace!

Sheriff G Ali

INNOCENT BLOOD!

“The innocent blood of this beautiful little girl may well serve as a redemptive force that will bring new light to this dark city.”

On the 18^th of September 1963, like today January 8^th 2011, we had another dark moment. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. delivered the eulogy for the innocent girls that were killed in the bombing in Birmingham, Alabama. And so this day we have another child, just 9 years of age that was killed along with five other innocent victims by a “mindless act of violence.”

I thought that as we look back at our history and fast forward to the present, that the positive changes that followed the evil acts of violence then, that goodness of heart and soul, would again overflow our dark shores and create new light for brighter and better tomorrows, for all people.

Sheriff G Ali

Eulogy for the Young Victims

Of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church Bombing

By: Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Delivered at Sixth Avenue Baptist Church

18 September 1963 -- Birmingham, Alabama

This afternoon we gather in the quiet of this sanctuary to pay our last tribute of respect to these beautiful children of God. They entered the stage of history just a few years ago, and in the brief years that they were privileged to act on this mortal stage, they played their parts exceedingly well. Now the curtain falls; they move through the exit; the drama of their earthly life comes to a close. They are now committed back to that eternity from which they came.

These children—unoffending, innocent, and beautiful—were the victims of one of the most vicious and tragic crimes ever perpetrated against humanity.

And yet they died nobly. They are the martyred heroines of a holy crusade for freedom and human dignity. And so this afternoon in a real sense they have something to say to each of us in their death. They have something to say to every minister of the gospel who has remained silent behind the safe security of stained-glass windows. They have something to say to every politician [Audience:] (Yeah) who has fed his constituents with the stale bread of hatred and the spoiled meat of racism. They have something to say to a federal government that has compromised with the undemocratic practices of southern Dixiecrats (Yeah) and the blatant hypocrisy of right-wing northern Republicans. (Speak)

They have something to say to every Negro (Yeah) who has passively accepted the evil system of segregation and who has stood on the sidelines in a mighty struggle for justice. They say to each of us, black and white alike, that we must substitute courage for caution. They say to us that we must be concerned not merely about who murdered them, but about the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers. Their death says to us that we must work passionately and unrelentingly for the realization of the American dream.

And so my friends, they did not die in vain. (Yeah) God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. (Oh yes) And history has proven over and over again that unmerited suffering is redemptive. The innocent blood of these little girls may well serve as a redemptive force (Yeah) that will bring new light to this dark city. (Yeah) The holy Scripture says, "A little child shall lead them." (Oh yeah) The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland (Yeah) from the low road of man's inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood. (Yeah, Yes) These tragic deaths may lead our nation to substitute an aristocracy of character for an aristocracy of color. The spilled blood of these innocent girls may cause the whole citizenry of Birmingham (Yeah) to transform the negative extremes of a dark past into the positive extremes of a bright future. Indeed this tragic event may cause the white South to come to terms with its conscience. (Yeah)

And so I stand here to say this afternoon to all assembled here, that in spite of the darkness of this hour (Yeah Well), we must not despair. (Yeah, Well) We must not become bitter (Yeah, That’s right), nor must we harbor the desire to retaliate with violence. No, we must not lose faith in our white brothers. (Yeah, Yes) Somehow we must believe that the most misguided among them can learn to respect the dignity and the worth of all human personality.

May I now say a word to you, the members of the bereaved families? It is almost impossible to say anything that can console you at this difficult hour and remove the deep clouds of disappointment which are floating in your mental skies. But I hope you can find a little consolation from the universality of this experience. Death comes to every individual. There is an amazing democracy about death. It is not aristocracy for some of the people, but a democracy for all of the people. Kings die and beggars die; rich men and poor men die; old people die and young people die. Death comes to the innocent and it comes to the guilty. Death is the irreducible common denominator of all men.

I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity's affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal. Let this daring faith, this great invincible surmise, be your sustaining power during these trying days.

Now I say to you in conclusion, life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and difficult moments. Like the ever-flowing waters of the river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood. (Yeah, Yes) Like the ever-changing cycle of the seasons, life has the soothing warmth of its summers and the piercing chill of its winters. (Yeah) And if one will hold on, he will discover that God walks with him (Yeah, Well), and that God is able (Yeah, Yes) to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace.

And so today, you do not walk alone, you brought into this world, wonderful children; they didn’t live long lives, but they lived meaningful lives. (Well) Their lives were distressingly small in quantity, but glowingly large in quality. (Yeah) And no greater tribute can be paid to you as parents, and no greater epitaph can come to them as children, than where they died and what they were doing when they died. (Yeah) They did not die in the dives and dens of Birmingham (Yeah, Well), nor did they die discussing and listening to filthy jokes. (Yeah) They died between the sacred walls of the church of God (Yeah, Yes), and they were discussing the eternal meaning (Yes) of love. This stands out as a beautiful, beautiful thing for all generations. (Yes)

Shakespeare had Horatio to say some beautiful words as he stood over the dead body of Hamlet. And today, as I stand over the remains of these beautiful, darling girls, I paraphrase the words of Shakespeare: (Yeah, Well): Good night, sweet princesses. Good night, those who symbolize a new day. (Yeah, Yes) And may the flight of angels (That’s right) take thee to thy eternal rest. God bless you.

We are deranged and then some!

http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/01/11/arizona.funeral.westboro/index.html?hpt=T1

A Church announces that they will “picket” our Angel, 9 year old Christian-Taylor Green’s Funeral. We “America,” are really ill…. Open the CNN link and read the story and then ask, “Do I contribute to this insanity and whether I did or not, I will do my level best to be part of the healing of our Country and not be a menace to our society!"

Sheriff G Ali

On January 8th 2011, our September 11, 2001 “special child,” Christina Green, died at the hands of a gun wielding lunatic!

An innocent young aspiring nine year old child born on September 11 2001 died along with five others and a wonderful and caring Congress-Woman, Gabrielle Gifford, lays helpless with her biggest threat of brain swelling. “Surgeons removed half of her skull to give the tissues room to expand without additional bruising. That bone is being preserved and can be re-implanted once the swelling abates; a technique the military uses with war injuries” But nevertheless, Mrs. Gifford has a long and dreary road ahead of her.

All of this incomprehensible tragedy although committed by the 22 year old shooter, but definitely was buttressed by the narcissistic poisonous deluge advocated by Sarah Palin advocating “do not retreat, reload,” Glen Beck, Rush Limbaugh, Political Hacks (Politicians) and a host of Radio and Television Commentators, that fills the airways with hate and unbelievable radical rants.

America, wake up, these people does not have your interest even in the minutest part of their thoughts; to them you are of the saxifrage family – “the shrub bearing their gooseberries.” They do not believe in anything, even the statements that drips out of their mouths like drool from the Alcoholic that needs another drink; neither do they have any knowledge of the Most High – Jehovah, for if they did, they couldn’t and wouldn’t languish in the hate that rages inside of them; and neither do they believe in America, for if they did, they wouldn’t be jeopardizing the lives of their fellow citizens and they wouldn’t use free speech so capriciously, espousing their constant divisiveness of people who are different than them.

In the final analysis, they are no different than the lunatics that blow up innocent people in the name of God, which is a manifestation of hate. There is a small step from fear to hate, and I am afraid that these people, “the conservatives,” have already taken that step!

With the belief that Almighty God does bring good out of the worst of man’s evil, let us hope for better tomorrows for our beloved America!

Sheriff G Ali

Saturday January 8th 2011 and the days following; are SAD days for our America!

Arizona Governor Jan Brewer has no credibility when it comes to making claim that she is saddened by Saturday’s shooting of U S Congresswoman Gabrielle Gifford that left six others dead. Governor Brewer signed into law along with Tennessee, Georgia and Virginia, the right for people to carry loaded guns in BARS. In addition she has been so blasphemous with her language along with other Political Colleagues, Radio and Television Commentators that no doubt insights the violence that erupted Saturday January 8^th 2011 in Arizona.

How stupid or capricious or both can the Politicians and the people that are placed in office to protect society are, when they “allow loaded guns in bars?” I think the Founding Fathers are turning in their graves to see how insanity has become prevalent by the people who so want to be put into elected office or keep their elected positions, “that they have decided to allow guns and booze in the same place.”

The States that enacted this draconian law are; Tennessee, Arizona, Georgia and Virginia.

The indentation in the heads of the people that have approved this policy; is self-evident as to how extremists are driving “sanity” off the cliff, and ushering with full force, radicalism that seems to be unabated at this time that leads to senseless violence, such as we witnessed yesterday.

The November 2010 Republican Senatorial Candidate in Las Vegas, Sharon Angle, proclaimed on live Television – “That we ought to have an armed insurrection in America, if the Republicans don’t win control of the Congress in November!” (She did not win, but her language played a big roll in the heads of the demented, same as Sarah Palin remarks to “RELOAD!” Words have serious consequences the same as deceitful deeds!)

The extremists and the religious fanatics, promulgation for rebellion that seethes at the present time has no foundation. They rebel against they know not what. They are searching for something, but what the something is they cannot say. We are the hope for the future generations, but we ourselves have no hope!

The ancient proverb that; “man/woman, are the only beast that runs faster when they have lost their way,” seemed to have proven to be true!

Sheriff G Ali

O Child of Suffering!

It is a happy way of soothing sorrow when I can feel – “He cares for me.” I must not dishonor my Lord by wearing a brow of care; come, my soul, cast your burden upon my Lord. Sometimes I stagger beneath a weight which my Father would not feel. What seems to me a crushing burden; would be to Him but as the small dust of balance. Nothing is sweet as;

“Lie passive in God’s hands

And know no will but His!”

O my suffering soul; be thou patient; God has not passed thee over in His providence. He who is the feeder of sparrows will also meet all of my needs. I must not sit in despair, but hope on, hope ever. I must take up my arms of faith in a sea of trouble and my opposition shall yet end my distresses.

There is one who cares for me; His eye is fixed on me. His heart beats with pity for my woe and His hand omnipotent shall yet bring me the needed help. The darkest cloud shall scatter itself in showers of mercy. The biggest gloom shall give place to the morning. He will bind up my wounds and heal my broken heart.

I must not doubt His grace because of my tribulation, but believe that He loves me as much in seasons of trouble as in times of happiness. What a serene and quiet life might I lead if I would leave providing, to my God of providence! With a little oil in the cruse and a handful of meal in the barrel, Elijah outlived the famine and I will do the same.

If God cares for me, why need I care too? If I can trust God with my soul, why can’t I trust Him with my body? He has never refused to bear my burdens; He has never fainted under weight. Come, then my soul, do away with fretful care and leave all thy concerns in the hand of my gracious God!

Sheriff G Ali