The Train Known As "The Beast"

What happened? The mainstream media reporting about the influx of illegal immigrants suddenly died down. After many people started saying something about the government not doing anything to protect this country against possible crossing of unwanted terrorists through those porous borders.

My heart was hungry for answers.

“Why now? Why this uncontrollable number of illegal entry? Just like that? And now, with young kids?”

And with the president not coming up with the solutions nor the other politicians trusted by the public to what they should be doing, I wanted to know about the other side of the story.. Even a little bit. For one side always sounded true not until one heard both sides...

“What was going on from the other side, the southern part, that everybody was coming in throngs, risking their lives?”

Worst…risking their own children.

I watched many tapes recorded with the struggles of illegal immigrants. I saw one report from a French media, interviewing the illegals trying to ride on the train. The train they called “La Bestia.” Yes…

“The Beast” in English…

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But I hardly saw any young child from those trekkers. Most of them were adults. Male. Some adult women. All with the determination to go northbound knowing USA offered a better life and better jobs. They were not escaping from violence. It was somewhere along their trek that corrupt police and other politicians, paired with the smugglers and drug dealers, was where that violence occurred. Some kidnapped and abused. Some killed. Another thing that fuels their desire to ride on that train is the false hope they heard. That America will not deport anyone once they are able to reach that side.

One in particular commented that he was in the USA before. Only to be convicted for use of illegal drugs and then deported back to his country after serving some time. 

“I’m gonna’ do it again,” he said.

“This time I’ll try to make it better.”

“ I don’t think I’m robbing the Americans of their jobs,” he added, smiling sheepishly.

There are so many of those videos. But I never saw any children fleeing from violence. More likely, it is their parents’ dream, just like everyone else’s dream, to have a better life in USA that they ended up being tagged along. 

“But…Who doesn’t want a better life?”

Except…in the way they do it, they are breaking the laws. It’s not all their fault. It’s the USA’s too. As it is lax in doing something to protect its border and instead, the president and the others want to make it as a political issue. 

We can all go “finger pointing”…We can all scream at each other’s face, stressing our own points of views regarding this problem. 

But their problem from the southern part has been going on for decades… 

It isn't about the children. For not only children, but anyone who comes here are getting help right away and that is a fact. There is nothing wrong with that and much more, to help out those who are truly fleeing either from political or religious violence and other threats where they are incapable of living in their homes anymore is just the right thing to do. In the eyes of God.

But some who successfully made that illegal entry are breaking in…Stealing…Murdering… Not all of them come with good intentions… The porous border is an easy, open gateway to terrorists and others determined to destroy this great country. And if some Americans choose to fight as this problem escalated and the trusted politicians are not doing anything, I think their voice should be heard, too. Because we are facing the same violence now from what they are claiming.

Day to day since we had that significant protest from people of Murrieta from different walks of life, from different nationalities, from different faith and made their small voice heard from different parts of this nation, though depicted as cruel to children and not true Christians all over USA, I want to remain to hear and see both sides in order for me to discern the truth.

In doing so, I know deep in my heart, there is this ultimate truth…

That we are all hungry to travel northbound (going to heaven)…We just differ in choosing the route to get there. And it’s sad, to see many perish if they choose to ride on “The Beast” for along with it comes deception… False hope.Lies. Even mimicking God’s light… There is only ‘One Way, Truth, and Life’…

“I tell you the truth, anyone who sneaks over the wall of a sheepfold, rather than going through the gate, must surely be a thief and a robber! 2 But the one who enters through the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. 3 The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep recognize his voice and come to him. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.” – John 10:1-3 (NLT)

Wake Up And Smell The Coffee!

 

I don’t trust the mainstream media. For quite a while. Knowing that their report only benefits one side. The news is always about good things. I know that’s not real. Knowing that many problems and instabilities keep occurring here in the U.S.A. and all over the world. Either the degree of occurrences is lessened or  the government chooses to ignore the problems. It’s rarely noted that there is a filter in the news that goes on which the majority of the public sees and hears. 

The other day, my eyes started feeling droopy in the middle of the day while watching t.v. and as president Obama walked out to the lawn in the White House, toward the waiting media and a live microphone. He began by condemning Russia about the violation of a treaty that the former President Reagan and Soviet Secretary Michael Gorbachev had signed in 1987 (The treaty was about lessening both super powers’ use of shorter and intermediate range missiles).

The coveted invitation from a late afternoon’s nap seemed to paralyze my body.  And in that state, the president’s speech reached my auditory senses in a blur. As my mind wandered at the same time…

I remember reading long time ago. In fact, back in 2008. President Obama and his staff already knew about the possibility of Russia violating the said treaty. But he chose to keep mum anyway…

Of all the turmoils. Of all the conflicts going on here and abroad… Of all the silence and lack of actions…

“Why is he condemning just now?” I thought…

The continuous glow from the television set prevented me from completely falling into a deep sleep. As my mind kept shifting from many dreams America has. Dreams pursued by its people.  Dreams that other people from other countries also wanted.  The top on the list: Freedom.

We all have dreams…Dreams that people from all walks of life help shape. Starting from the government down to each and every one of us. But I’m tired of all the useless dreams being shared to our nation as a whole. I’m tired of all twisted histories to support their dreams’ cause. I’m tired of seeing…of hearing dreams that side with evil instead of good…

Suddenly, my right leg fell from the couch where I was comfortably resting… I slowly got up and decided to brew a cup of coffee. Various commercials kept being aired from the t.v. The president’s speech was over and I didn’t even have a clue of its entirety…

The aroma of the freshly-brewed cup was yelling, summoning me, as one expression started dancing in my mind…

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“Wake up and smell the coffee!!!”

I inhaled the caffeinated odor from my white cup. Drawing the cup closer to my lips and with care, I took a small sip of the hot beverage, I became fully awake. Sometimes, that was the only thing that a person needed…

To wake up and smell the coffee…

To face reality first instead of pursuing dreams. After all, dreams sometimes can be vain and be full of false hope. Dreams can be lies masked in truth. Dreams can simply be not easily understood. Sadly, dreams also fade. Dreams don’t solve anything if real situations are not realized or ignored.

For the open borders are truly our major crises. The Israel-Hamas conflict has been going on but who is the real terrorist? No... U.S.A. doesn’t need to look far. For real, major problems here inside abound. The vets are not getting the deserved help they need for their health and financial woes. Many of them died waiting for treatments. The citizens and legal residents are not getting any breather for their taxes that don’t go down. The crash of housing market continues as many ended up losing their homes. Schools are being closed. Many lost jobs. Where can the people go to vent out their frustrations and their needs when the president, the Congress and other serving public officials always turn their heads away from real issues and keep on fighting amongst each other? But they are not fighting for the cause of America and its people. They are fighting against each other’s selfish ambitions or dreams. And the reality is that…they keep on spending when this country has been broke! The nation’s debt growing each second by thousands of dollars…

May these real circumstances surrounding each one of us serve as our own  “wake-up” calls!For no new dream can ever fix what has already become America’s nightmares!

Lord, I Pray...

Lord...I don't know how to begin...It's sickening to see, to hear what's going on around here in this great country You established. It's heartbreaking to see what's going on outside also, especially with Your land, the great land of Israel. I never for a moment have forgotten that You are always in control and that in anything that happens, there is a purpose from heaven. But I pray Lord with a heavy heart...to protect those who are willing to fight for what's right, not in the eyes of men, but only what's right in Your eyes, dear God. To strengthen those who are currently living in persecutions. May many not be deceived by lies put out there and all these rampant deceptions from our enemies.To guide and always shield the faithful ones under Your mighty wings. Thank You Lord that I can come to You and thank You for the wonderful, true promises You gave us. In Jesus' Name. Amen.

Americans...let's be united instead of allowing our different views divide us. Just see what's going on around us...and see that enemies plan to weaken America. The great nation that God established. Pray!!! Pray!!! Pray!!! God bless the USA.

I found this:
http://murrieta.patch.com/groups/freedom/p/why-not-murrieta 

The Song

I pushed the “off button” with my right index finger from our t.v.'s remote control, as soon as my husband descended from the stairs. His sack lunch and a thermos filled with hot tea awaited on the kitchen’s counter top. I sipped the last drop of my first cup of coffee. Perhaps, the first among the three throughout the day.

“What’s new?” he asked. Assuming I was watching the early morning news.

“Nothin…” I softly answered, careful not to make any noises as it was still very early and I didn’t want to wake up our asleep son. Hoping he would enjoy his vacation by taking longer hours of sleep he was deprived of during his school year.

I was tired watching the news. Not merely of what was going on daily. But because “nothing” was being done it seemed to the country’s problems. Some, not even being reported by all of the media. I knew. Because my husband and I witnessed what was going on right from where we worked.

After hugging and kissing and saying our “goodbye’s and I love you’s”, I was determined to go back to bed and tried to catch a few more “zzz’s”. I decided to open some of the windows and the patio door. The usual routine to let some of the fresh, cooler air come into the house. To replenish the stale air that stayed from closed windows and doors to avoid the summer heat from creeping into the house.

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After pulling the light blanket over my feet, I heard the familiar sound. The melodious tweeting of birds that seemed to play on the same notes. Beautiful. Each morning. Before the sun peeked on the eastern skies.

I felt His love. I felt His peace. How much such notes that I wish could decipher brought me comfort. Before the day started and would get busy.

“Tweeeet….tweeet…..tweeet….”

Such notes interrupted my thoughts. As I closed my eyes and sleep eluding me, my thoughts began to race. That nature’s song from our backyard reminded me of His song. Indeed. That was His song. 

Zephaniah 3:17 The LORD your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.

It sounded like the same song I heard when I was facing the dilemma of accepting the news that my mother was being pulled away from this place when she suffered a stroke.

Or that time when my father was diagnosed with colon cancer and my brothers and I had to go home and be with him during his last hours.

That time when my husband couldn’t find a job and I couldn’t work a lot after suffering a neck injury from the hospital where I worked.

How about that time when I had to face people in higher positions at work who gave me a hard time and did not want to accommodate me?

One thing was becoming clear by then as the span of my life’s journey flashed before my mind. I heard that song. Always. During those difficult times. Reminding me of God’s love. That He was with me. All the time. No matter what I was going through. No matter where I was. No matter when.

“Tweet….tweeett…tweeettt…” 

I heard those notes died down as the small birds flew away. The same time the sun’s rays appeared in front of the house. I wasn’t able to sleep but in my heart and mind, I couldn’t trade the song I heard with any amount of sleep. Because as I welcomed this new day, I would not be afraid of what would come my way. Knowing I was forgiven and loved first. It would remind me how His song stayed with me during the darkest night and subtly played when the sun arose.

Yes...I feel so much loved that I hear God’s song. God’s love…Being sung to me. For eternity…