Wednesday, July 30, 2014

The Shot that was heard around The World.


It was called "The shot that was heard around the world." July 28th,  1914, the day the crown prince of Hungary was assassinated in Sarajevo.
It was also the bullet that TRAVELED around the world for, having killed Franz Ferdinand, it also killed 23 million others by the time it's trajectory into World War One was finished!
This war was deemed to be the '"The war to end all wars" but within twenty five years the Second World War was launched, to be followed in five years by the Korean War, and succeeded in swift order by wars in Vietnam, the Persian Gulf, Afghanistan, Iraq and now, war again the the Middle East.

At sometime we must surely get the message that it it makes simple economic sense to 'beat swords into plow shares'. 
To use the trillions of dollars spent annually on arms to build bridges, roads, homes and infra-structures which, you must agree, is infinitely better than blowing them all to smithereens!

A bumper sticker I once read comes to mind.

"Why bother looking for new planets? We haven't finished screwing this one up yet."

Rest assured if a mad world leader presses the NUCLEAR button the job of screwing up the planet will happen very quickly. 
The only other planet that will matter at that point will be Planet Heaven.

"SALVATION. DON'T LEAVE EARTH WITHOUT IT."

Jubilate.

Ian

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Our Famous Neighbor.


Today, July 27th, is one of Canada's proudest centennial anniversaries
We remember Frederick Banting and the week he announced to a grateful world that he and his partner Charles Best had discovered a cure for diabetes.
After years of dogged and often disappointing research they succeeded  in isolating and producing insulin, the main ingredient in the human body that processes and balances energy derived from sugar.
Up until this time to suffer from type 1 diabetes was an early death sentence. But lo, suddenly as if by a miracle, new hope and health were granted to diabetics around the world. It has been so even to this present day.
Banting lived in the village of Alliston, a mere fifteen miles from where I live in Barrie, Ontario.
Every time I drive through Alliston and pass the Banting Memorial High School I am caused to thank God for a great neighbor and the millions who were given a chance of a new life because of his labors.
If you can pop that extra chocolate in your mouth and not put your blood-sugar out of whack it is probably because of the work of a humble farm boy called Fred Banting.

Jubilate.

Ian