Posted on 01/07/2018 10:59:20 AM PST by Kaslin
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Well, Carrie Nation supposedly ended up living in a giggling academy.
I’m so tired of hearing about the pound me too movement.
No--It's hurting Democrats much more than Republicans.
In a book entitled, Mr. Jones, Meet the Master, there appears a sermon called, The Keepers of the Springs, by Dr. Peter Marshall, a former highly-respected chaplain of the U.S. Senate.
Today, we read frequent news stories about female sexual predators who abuse their positions of trust as teachers in Americas public schools by using the children entrusted to them for their own selfish ends. Some of them are, themselves, mothers.
For centuries, societies have recognized the important role of women, especially as mothers, in instilling and training the minds and hearts of their young for citizenship and service.
Could the following excerpt from Dr. Marshalls sermon help us focus on the seriousness of what has happened in recent decades and of its potential impact on future generations?
Once upon a time, a certain town grew up at the foot
of a mountain range. It was sheltered in the lee of the
protecting heights, so that the wind that shuddered at the
doors and flung handfuls of sleet against the window panes
was a wind whose fury was spent.
High up in the hills, a strange and quiet forest dweller took it
upon himself to be the Keeper of the Springs.
He patrolled the hills and wherever he found a spring, he
cleaned its brown pool of silt and fallen leaves, of mud and
mold and took away from the spring all foreign matter, so that
the water which bubbled up through the sand ran down clean
and cold and pure.
It leaped sparkling over rocks and dropped joyously in crystal
cascades until, swollen by other streams, it became a river of
life to the busy town.
Millwheels were whirled by its rush.
Gardens were refreshed by its waters.
Fountains threw it like diamonds into the air.
Swans sailed on its limpid surface
and children laughed as they played on its banks in the
sunshine.
But the City Council was a group of hardheaded, hard-boiled
business men. They scanned the civic budget and found in it
the salary of a Keeper of the Springs.
Said the Keeper of the Purse: Why should we pay this romance
ranger? We never see him; he is not necessary to our
town’s work life. If we build a reservoir just above the town,
we can dispense with his services and save his salary.
Therefore, the City Council voted to dispense with the un-
necessary cost of a Keeper of the Springs, and to build a
cement reservoir.
So the Keeper of the Springs no longer visited the brown pools
but watched from the heights while they built the reservoir.
When it was finished, it soon filled up with water, to be sure,
but the water did not seem to be the same.
It did not seem to be as clean, and a green scum soon befouled
its stagnant surface.
There were constant troubles with the delicate machinery
of the mills, for it was often clogged with slime, and the
swans found another home above the town.
At last, an epidemic raged, and the clammy, yellow fingers of
sickness reached into every home in every street and lane.
The City Council met again. Sorrowfully, it faced the city’s plight, and frankly it acknowledged the mistake of the dismissal of the Keeper of the Springs.
They sought him out in his hermit hut high in the hills, and
begged him to return to his former joyous labor.
Gladly he agreed, and began once more to make his rounds.
It was not long until pure water came lilting down under
tunnels of ferns and mosses and to sparkle in the cleansed
reservoir.
Millwheels turned again as of old.
Stenches disappeared.
Sickness waned
and convalescent children playing in the sun laughed again
because the swans had come back.
Do not think me fanciful
too imaginative
or too extravagant in my language
when I say that I think women, and particularly of our
mothers, as Keepers of the Springs. The phrase, while poetic,
is true and descriptive.
We feel its warmth ...
its softening influence ...
and however forgetful we have been ...
however much we have taken for granted life’s precious
gifts we are conscious of wistful memories that surge out of
the past —
the sweet
tender
poignant fragrances of love.
Nothing that has been said
nothing that could be said
or that ever will be said,
would be eloquent enough, expressive enough, or adequate to
make articulate that peculiar emotion we feel to our mothers.
So I shall make my tribute a plea for Keepers of the Springs,
who will be faithful to their tasks.
There never has been a time when there was a greater need
for Keepers of the Springs,
or when there were more polluted springs to be cleansed.
If the home fails, the country is doomed. The breakdown of
home life and influence will mark the breakdown of the
nation.
If the Keepers of the Springs desert their posts or are un-
faithful to their responsibilities the future outlook of this
country is black indeed.
This generation needs Keepers of the Springs who will be cou-
rageous enough to cleanse the springs that have been polluted.
It’s not an easy task — nor is it a popular one, but it must be
done for the sake of the children, and the young women of
today must do it. - From, “The Keepers of the Springs,” Dr. Peter Marshall
“””””””””Im so tired of hearing about the pound me too movement”””””””””””””””””
What? I sexually abused myself yesterday so I could be part of the #metoo movement. I’m going to rat myself out tomorrow.
I’ll bring the tar and feathers ;)
Yes, witness Roy Moore.
Then almost exclusively it was Leftists...
The Trump attempt a few weeks back fell flatter than a piece of paper.
We’ve all known...since, forever!
I learned everything I needed to know about women during HR management training.
And I never felt comfortable working with them again.
In other words - “We need to put the brakes on this thing before we start hitting the pedophiles”
“...and the ‘re-moralization’ of sex...”
Beavens to Hetsy! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
These women were sexually harassed?
Were the men blind?
Or was this some sort of fantasy?
#MeTooAsLongAsItHurtsAConservative
what they really meant...
It served it’s primary purpose of derailing Roy Moore.
It has outlived its usefulness.
HIT THE BRAKES, HIT THE BRAKES! We’re nailing too many liberals with this movement... (and have barely scratched the surface... Wait for the break outs coming this primary season...)
They should have dubbed it #me!me!
When is Bill Clinton the all-time abuse champion going to be added to this list? For Slick Willy it would be “Me Too” times a 1000!
>>I learned everything I needed to know about women during HR management training. And I never felt comfortable working with them again.<<
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Usually I pass the time at HR training sessions by fantasizing about how I could help by hiring the handicapped.
I would hire a person who is challenged with Tourette Syndrome ... someone who compulsively shouts profanity ... and bring them to the HR training sessions.
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