Thursday, April 11, 2019

A Peaceful Passover


 Reprint of a commentary published by Israeli National News   21/08/05

With the recent victory of Benjamin Netanyahu and the recognition of Jerusalem as the capitol of Israel and President Trump's refusal to give up the Golan Heights, we are truly witnessing comfort going to and being joyously received by the people of Israel. As we enter the Passover season may the friendship between these two nations be celebrated and solidified.

 21/08/05 20:05 Reprint of a commentary published by Israeli National News.http://www.israelnationalnews.com/Articles/Article.aspx/5458



Comfort From America

Many Christians in the US hear the cries of Israel, and stand with the people of Israel who have bought, with blood, sweat and tears, this strip of land covenanted to them through Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and most recently returned to Israeli sovereignty by the conquest of 1967.


Chris Noonan Funnell   August 21, 2005    Israeli National News
Chris Noonan Funnell, is a free lance writer who lives in the Boston Area.

"Nahamu, nahamu, 'ami" is a Hebrew phrase usually sung in English or German during Christian holiday chorales in America. This verse, from the fortieth chapter in the Book of Isaiah, inspired Handel's masterpiece, The Messiah: "Comfort ye, Comfort ye My people! Speak comfort to Jerusalem and cry out to her that her warfare has ended." This moving and lovely musical piece so enjoyed at Christmastime in America has apparently been falling upon deaf ears. Do we really hear the cry of God's heart for His people?

This past week, we have witnessed the forced removal of Jewish settlers from the Gaza Strip. As thousands of Gaza inhabitants and supporters are evicted by Ariel Sharon's "peace plan", another trail of tears and blood stain sandy soil.

Radicalized youth, with commitment like those in the Tiananmen Square Massacre, have vowed to never leave their land. This past week, we saw them carried off in tears. It is unfortunate that resistance became ugly, and soldiers and settlers were injured. We pray the sympathetic soldiers will continue to "talk them off the ledges", because Israel needs these noble young pioneers more than ever.

Many Christians in the US hear the cries of Israel, and stand with the people of Israel who have bought, with blood, sweat and tears, this strip of land covenanted to them through Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, and most recently returned to Israeli sovereignty by the conquest of 1967. The Palestinian question is a separate issue with a different set of solutions. It is not an either/or solution, but a question of right or wrong. It is wrong to put these families off their land. Two wrongs never make a right. When will we learn?

The history of the Holy Land is complicated and few, if any, can claim to know all its implications. It does not take a Supreme Court Justice, however, to see the wrong in the recent US decision to seize private property in New London, Connecticut by eminent domain, for instance, as was decided recently. We can expect more unfair rulings here in America if we ignore our neighbor's cries - at home and abroad.

My son asked some questions seeing my concern for this Gaza expulsion. We looked at some maps in the back of a Bible and had a little geography lesson. These maps show the changes in land holdings at various times over several thousand years. He pulled out our 1965 Encyclopedia Britannica World Atlas. It has served two generations of students in our family and, ironically, will be accurate again, at least for a season.

Can a miraculous war and forty years of living on the land be undone? Can the burning and bulldozing of homes be undone? Can the trauma felt by the young - both settler and IDF - be undone?

America has participated in this sort of land grab, taking from the Natives and breaking treaties. We have tasted the bitter fruit of these crimes and seen the devastation, especially felt by the youth. The expulsion in Gaza is only to be the beginning, as lands are scheduled to be ceded in the West Bank, and the Palestinian Authority has its eye on Jerusalem and, eventually, all of Israel. Great injustice is being inflicted upon the observant Jews in Israel, with the US government's support, in the name of peace.

There is no time like the present to cry out for true peace and justice for Israel and her neighbors. This would be a great comfort to the exiles of Gaza. Martin Luther King said, on his road to peace, "We will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends."

Yes, Israel, we are watching and praying with you. 

  


Wednesday, March 28, 2018

I have written a memoir of my childhood Easter in Revere MA when I was 3 years old approximately.







The Easter Bunny is a Jack-a-lope
As I lay in bed feverish and about to fall asleep I saw him from behind as he jumped over the backyard fence, his white cotton tail reflecting moonlight. Is this where the term ‘mooning’ came from? He was small, brown with big bunny ears tilted back for speed. He carried no Easter baskets for other children. He must have brought mine and two for my older brothers. I suppose he was headed back to his stash to cover the rest of the neighborhood. Like Santa Claus he had a lot of ground to cover before dawn.
 I did not check to see if my Easter basket was delivered outside my bedroom door because I had one foot in dreamland and being sick with chicken pox I had no appetite for candy anyway.
We lived in Revere in a two-family house across from a fire station. There was an upright piano that came with the apartment which my mom painted chartreuse, her favorite color. I was told there was no room for a horse in the back yard despite my continual pleading. We lived in this house a block from a private beach within walking distance to my grandparent’s house and the small Catholic church we attended. It was a comfortable community with a fair amount of Jews which established my preference for Bulkie Rolls which were called Kaiser Rolls in other places.
Point of Pines did not have a lot of pine trees. They must have cut them all down to build houses. On the other side of the Lynnway lived Nanny and Papa in a small cape that looked just like all the other houses in what some called the “Cardboard Village” because it was quickly built to accommodate all the GI’s coming home form WWII which my grandparents somehow qualified for due to Papa’s stint in the Navy long before the war. I heard they paid something like $3K for the house, that wouldn’t even make a down payment today. They loved living only a block from the water and made friends with all their neighbors and took in stray cats, making sure all the pets that got killed crossing the Lynnway had a proper burial in their yard.
It was April 1950 and chicken pox was in bloom and I was quarantined in my bedroom by the doctor who made house calls.
My mom was pregnant with my sister Valerie. Mom was enjoying having a little girl after two boys and bought me a special coat outfit for Easter. It must have been a chilly April because it was made of sea green wool with matching leggings and bonnet. It was not what you would typically think of for Easter but being only three, I was thrilled to have a special outfit which was probably picked up by Nana who worked at Filene’s in Boston. My new outfit hung on a hanger from the curtain rod over the window which had the shade pulled all day to prevent the light from hurting my eyes which I guess could get pox on them judging by all the time I spent in a darkened room lonely and bored with no one to play with. Maybe that’s why the Saturday night before Easter, I lifted the shade and saw a bunny hopping over the back fence and out of sight.
Sickness was a time when my Mom was an extra good mom. She knew I was sad to be missing the family activities and unable to even try on a scratchy wool outfit. The solid fudge egg from Fanny Farmer’s decorated with pastel flowers and leaves sat in its box. A white porcelain diaper pail was positioned next to my bed in case I got sicker.
Forty Aprils later, I was a mother myself with three sons all taking turns with Chicken pox. First the 8 year-old gets a mild case, number two son gets a much worse case followed by the baby who got it the worst, but at least he felt like one of the gang and we all got through it somehow over the five long weeks. I documented it all taking pix of them in their Underoos holding little slate that said Chicken Pox 1989.
No Easter baskets have ever been delivered to our kids much as I miss the solid fudge egg and the fuzzy little chicks that decorated my basket. Even though I saw Mr. Easter Bunny with my own eyes I realize now it was probably a dream.
Today I realize this cultural concoction is more of a Jack-o-lope; a patching together of Pagan and Christian religions. Have you ever seen a Jack-o-lope driving through western states where they have them stuffed for display in gas stations and depicted on post cards? They’re a cross between a Jack rabbit and an antelope with antlers.
 Since the Chicken Pox Vaccine became a routine since 1995 fewer kids get them. Now we have other things to worry about. Are the vaccines causing autism, ADHD or the many other diseases and disorders that are on the rise? Should we be more discriminating about what Mr Jack-a-lope delivers? Maybe we should just say ‘no’ to Mr. Jack-o-lope and all the sugar he brings setting kids up for obesity, diabetes and tooth decay.
(I am working on chapter 2 of this topic for our Marriage and Family in the End Times Book)
Chris Noonan Funnell April 11, 2014 

Friday, March 9, 2018

Green Lemonade Stand... March 2018



Green Lemonade Stand 
                                                                        
There’s a battle going on for the soul of our nation and the soul of each one of us.  It is TBD (To be determined) whether our nation can pull it together and survive, let alone thrive, but for each individual there is always hope. That was the message of  St. Patrick and that hope remains today. “Hope springs eternal” is a phrase from the Alexander Pope poem:  An Essay on Man
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always to be blessed:
The soul, uneasy and confined from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

A more contemporary poem that hung on our wall when our boys were growing up put it this way…
This world is not my home,
Although it seems to be,
My home is with my God
In the place He's made for me.
He's coming back real soon,
The signs are very clear,
So when the final trumpet sounds...
I'LL BE OUTTA HERE!!!!                 Anon.

Mass shootings in schools are a recent sign that things are going south real fast in our nation. Many are up in arms, so to speak, about guns. For some, like me, it is clearly a morality issue, mainly the devaluation of human life resulting in the hardness of heart that countenances tearing an unborn child limb from limb before birth and selling its body parts for profit. Then abortion advocates wave coat hangers and demand taxpayers pay for the carnage even when it is against the strongly held religious convictions of those citizens that human life in the womb is sacred while pointing to guns as the problem.
In the past month we have witnessed demonstrations of very hard hearts in both the Massachusetts Legislature during Governor Baker’s State of the Commonwealth Address and also at the State of the Union Address in DC. The state of both houses are like petrified stone creating an ideological impasse, not so much between political parties as between the Judeo-Christian and the Radical Progressive mindset which has taken over the Democrat Party (to which I belonged until 1980).

The latter has decided to reject and resist the duly elected President of the United States and engage in a verbal coup; in effect resist the will of the people who have chosen Trump because of his more traditional, conservative beliefs. This was demonstrated as Republican Governor Charlie Baker, in his State of the Commonwealth address, recounted the Commonwealth’s many accomplishments over the year including protecting “Women’s Reproductive Rights” (read Abortion on demand while ignoring the rights of defenseless children in the womb) to which seemingly the whole Statehouse stood and proudly applauded. Those few who opposed were lost in the crowd. Though Pro-abortionists are standing tall at the moment a time is coming when they shall answer to their Creator for the killing of those made in the image of God.  

Those who were not standing and applauding state-funded abortions seemed invisible but they will be standing and shining brightly on Judgment Day when the tares are taken away as a reckoning awaits the wicked proponents of abortion who will be cast into the black hole of sin forever. 

I know some might find this laughable as they do on ABC’s toxic talk show, The View. Host Joy Behar called our Vice-President “mentally ill” because he prays to God showing her state of debauchery and ignorance, yet there is still hope if there is change. 
 
The same hateful pro-death attitude was on display on the left-leaning side of the US Congress. President Trump’s State of the Union addressed a house that was anything but unified when Democrats would not stand to honor families who suffered great loss but rather sat like sullen teenagers sucking on lemons. Their hatred and disrespect for our American way of life was on display for the entire nation to see and will be their downfall come November.

Our schools are under siege to those who would indoctrinate our kids with hate against our American values, subsume parental rights and herd our children into slavery. Everywhere you look someone is looking for a quick buck and more power; Lining up for marijuana sales rather than considering the impact upon our youth. Pushing abortion for the pound of flesh they will harvest and sell to big Pharma which makes vaccines from aborted babies. Media pushes a nearly useless (perhaps even harmful) flu vaccine with daily flu-death tolls and horror stories. 

These sell-outs want no borders or walls but rather “sanctuary cities” not out of the goodness of their hearts but to amass a voting block to keep them perpetually in power. These traitors are the antithesis of patriots, they are anarchists.
Toxic feminists are their own worst enemy as if by claiming #me too they can dispense with due process. Do we really want to return to the days before ‘innocent until proven guilty’?

There could not be such widespread deception in our populace without the collusion of the mainstream media and billionaire moguls like Soros and the Clinton crime syndicate who have created a narrative stranger than fiction. Only the deluded would believe it. Call it Kool-Aid drinking but here at the headwaters of the swamp it is bitter green lemonade they swill as it flows down to DC.

*See Green Lemonade and Tears published in 2002 in MWDN and updated  on my March 2011 blog

Monday, February 19, 2018


Princess Sumerfall-Winterspring and the Fadoozla Machine


When I was growing up we watched Howdy Doody on TV. There was a fake Indian named Princess SummerFallWinterSpring. She wore dark face make-up because she was a fair skinned actress with blue eyes. She left the show suddenly promising she would one day come back but we in the peanut gallery are still waiting. I think Liz Warren has tapped into the Peanut Gallery's subconscious desire for the return of childhood. Grow up peanuts and get a real senator! 

Hat tip to Factacular...


http://www.fiftiesweb.com/tv/howdy-doody.htm
http://www.doodyville.com/links/homepage.cfm
http://www.museum.tv/archives/etv/H/htmlH/howdydoodys/howdydoodys.htm

Characters...do you remember?
Double Doody--Howdy Doody’s twin brother
Heidi Doody--Howdy Doody’s sister
Phineas T Bluster--The grumpy major
Hector Hancock--One of Phineas’ triplet brothers
Flub-A-Dub--Made of eight different animals
Dilly Dally--The carpenter
Cornelius Cobb--Ran the general store
John J Fadoozle--World’s Number One Private Eye
Bob Smith--Buffalo Bob Smith
Bob Keeshan--Clarabelle
Peanut Gallery--The audience
Doodyville--Fictional hometown of Howdy Doody
William Shatner--Temporarily played Ranger Bob
Cowabunga!--Chief Thundercloud’s yell
Puppet Playhouse--The original name of the Howdy Doody Show
Ta Ra Ra Boom Dee Ay--Melody of the Howdy Doody song
The Triple B Ranch--Forerunner to what became the Howdy Doody Show
Gabby Hayes--Guest host in 1954--Buffalo Bob suffered a heart attack
“Goodbye, kids”--Clarabelle’s only spoken words--She said it very softly to sign off the last show
Frank Paris--Designer of the original Howdy marionette
Dilly Dally--Wiggled his ears when frustrated
Electromindomizer--A machine that could read minds
Honkadoodle--A machine that translated Mother Goose honks into English
Robert Goulet--Played Timber Tom on the Canadian show
Robert Schmidt--Buffalo Bob Smith’s real name
Princess Summerfall Winterspring--Hailed from the fictional Tinka Tonka tribe














https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQU5ExSqOoorincess

Friday, May 5, 2017

National Day of Prayer at Boston State House in the Great Hall

National Day of Prayer was observed in the Massachusetts     State House May 4th at noon