Do you remember the “Keystone Cops” and their antics on the silver screen? The comedic “gang” of actors was support in several movies running about with no direction of organization. The term Keystone Cops has since been used to criticize any group for its mistakes, particularly if the mistakes happened after a great deal of energy and activity, or if there was a lack of coordination among the members of the group. The more things change; the more they seem to stay the same, in some cases. How many bed sheets does it take to descend a twenty-story building? How many cops does it take to discover two inmates are missing from the twentieth floor of a Chicago high-rise Federal Prison? How long does one need to be incarcerated before he has collected enough materials to knot together a two hundred foot bed-sheet rope, fashion life-like dummies to resemble sleeping bodies in two beds and dig a hole through an external wall through which escape is possible? And do all this without arousing any suspicion! Two convicted bank robbers did this in less than two months, another clear-cut case that the inmates are still running the asylum and the Keystone Cops are guarding them. The Feds want to know why you’re buying so many guns. The blind leading the blind.
I know a lady who can write a poem of love to soothe the situation of any tragedy and, in my opinion, she’s done it again. I would like to share her thoughts as she dedicated a poem to the memory of those of Newtown, Connecticut.
“A Glimpse of Heaven” by Ruby Taylor Leonard. “Little children – Oh how sweet; Are playing now; At Jesus’ feet. Little hearts; As pure as gold – Are resting now; In the Shepherd’s fold. Angles are watching over them; As they go out to play; Sunshine and flowers; Greet them each day. No pain, no sorrow; No tears are there. If you’ll only ask Him; He’ll join you in prayer. By faith we’ll all see Him; and join them some day; Where all of our sorrows; Are taken away. They’ll be running to meet you; With arms open wide – Jesus will be there; To take you inside.”
[1 Peter 2:19-25] It was a Saturday and he was doing some chores in the house. The front door was open, but the storm glass door was closed. Suddenly, he heard something hit the glass door, hard! Had someone thrown a rock or an out of control baseball? As he ran to the door he saw two objects lying on the porch. One, a dead white-wing dove. The other, a magnificent red-wing hawk, its wings spread out and its head motionless on the concrete. Evidently, the dove, making evasive flight maneuvers to avoid becoming dinner, mistook the glass door as an open pathway and both birds flew head-long into the door. In a few moments the hawk lifted its head and stood on unstable legs trying to regain some sense. Finally, it spread its wings and flew off, without its prize. There was nothing evil in the act. The dove and the hawk were both acting on the instincts God gave them. Sometimes I feel like the dove and other time the hawk. Like the dove, I’m going about life minding my business when something sinister enters without warning and like the hawk, here I am about to get something good I’ve worked hard for and an unexpected wall looms up to abruptly stop me. In either case, disappointment is the result. I don’t like it, but I’m okay with it. “For it is commendable if a man bears up under the pain of unjust suffering because he is conscience of God” (v.19) When I’m reminded I’m not in charge, my faith grows.
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