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Cancel Culture Vs Grace Culture

4 Mar

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

After my post last week, Pondering Cancel Culture, I was surprised to learn not everyone knows what Cancel culture is. I found that to be encouraging.

One writer describes it as a modern day stoning in the public square. The aim of Cancel culture is not to change a person’s mind with civil debate. No, the aim is annihilation. Whether the target is a business or someone working in your building, no one is safe.

“Canceling a human, not redeeming a human is the prize here.”

Dr. Keith Ablow

No matter the victim’s attempts to explain, they are judged and condemned. Brave is the employer who stands up to a Cancel culture attack.

In my opinion, the media fuels the outrage, trading lives for revenue.

The world’s Cancel culture says you have offended us and you must be destroyed.

I am so thankful that we can live in God’s Grace culture which says

You have offended me and I forgive you.

Cancel culture scorns repentance but God’s Grace culture

Graciously and with love welcomes repentance.

In my pondering this week, I knew that Cancel culture was definitely not my culture. Certainly, I felt the urge to cancel them! But wouldn’t that drag me into their net of rage? As coincidence would have it,(sure it was a coincidence) I am participating in a Bible study with the women of my church, The Armor of God. The first session teaches about standing firm in God’s truth and discarding anything that deflects from living in His truth.

This truth I am sure of. I was not created to live in anger. I am making the choice to forgive those who choose Cancel culture life. And I hope they discover the blessings of living in the Grace culture of God.

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2020 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

Pondering Cancel Culture

26 Feb

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Last week I read a novel by Kristin Hannah titled, The NightingaIe. It normally takes me several weeks to read a standard novel. I read this 608 page book in a week. I couldn’t put it down and lost a lot of sleep.

https://amzn.to/2ZV9Qss

The book is set in 1939 France and covers the entirety of WWII. For some time I have been disturbed about the power of the Cancel culture and reading this book gave me chills. Nazism was and is evil. Now, let’s set aside the whole Nazi narrative and talk about the underlying problem. Power. The power that leads to evil.

We all know someone who has control issues. I think most of us do, in some niche of our life. Think of the person you know or have had an interaction with who had serious control/power issues. It amazes me how much a little power can go to a person’s head. I only offer one example because I don’t want to cast aspersions on any type of worker. My example is a fellow co-worker with whom I job shared. We did the same job with the same power level, which was minuscule. Anytime she had the opportunity to tell a customer no, she reveled in it. I suspect that if she was given the opportunity to turn someone in, to cancel them, she would have.

I have been pondering and clarifying my thoughts on Cancel culture. I don’t want to write rashly so I am thinking and praying about my words.

Meanwhile, what are your thoughts?

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2020 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

Tangled

19 Feb

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I grew up in a fishing family and I can’t remember when I didn’t have a fishing pole in my hand. Living in Florida, we were salt water fishermen. We often spent all night fishing from river piers. I was so small I could stick my upper body between the rails to drop my line. Now, I can’t imagine how my parents didn’t have heart failure.

My favorite fishing spot was Mather’s Bridge in Eau Gallie, Florida. Years later, we graduated to boat fishing and this spot remained a favorite. One of our boats was an old aluminum cabin cruiser. I loved lying in the cabin, listening to the large fish grunting under the boat.

Photo Credit By Mike735150 – I took this photo with my phone while waiting for the bridge to close., CC BY-SA 3.0, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=50161843

If Florida history is of interest to you, here is a link to an excellent write up.

When the weather and winds were right we also surf fished. My parents only used Penn reels, their favorite was a Penn #9. I’m not sure they make that model any longer. I didn’t have my own reel and rod but my parents had a smallish one they let me use. I wasn’t the most coordinated child and I frequently ended up with a snarled mess after casting. Sometimes I could unsnarl the mess myself but other times I had to ask for help. For some reason adults found that to be annoying.

I remember one day my Aunt Della and Uncle Connie from North Carolina were fishing with us on the beach and I had my usual snarl. No one wanted to help. ( The whole you made the mess, you fix it thinking.) My precious Aunt Della sat on a blanket and patiently removed every knot. I loved her and miss her to this day.

I read a poem Thursday morning from Streams in the Desert, that made me think of her.

With thoughtless and

Impatient hands

We tangle up

The plans

The Lord hath wrought.

And when we cry

In pain, He saith

Be quiet, dear,

While I untie the knot

Streams in the desert

 

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2020 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

The Coastal Chronicles

16 Feb

The Storyteller Almanac

This interview is special to me. The guest is my daughter. I hope you enjoy the interview as much as I did. I am definitely a proud mama.

Reblogged 2/16/21

Greetings All !

The latest episode in my podcast series, “The Storyteller Almanac” is now live and available for your listening enjoyment . This one is entitled, “The Coastal Chronicles.” I had the pleasure of doing a ‘conversation with’ type interview with Ms Rebekah Lyn. Rebekah is someone I’ve known for over 20 years. When I first met her, she had a desire to write. But since then she’s authored SEVEN books to date with another on the way. Give a listen to this weeks podcast.

“Frank” Storyteller Almanac

“Frank” is presented in the mystery style or “…Rest Of The Story…” (Paul Harvey) format. Believe me, you’ll know who Frank is by the end of the episode. but you gotta listen until the end!
  1. “Frank”
  2. Believe: A Quest For Peace
  3. Never Give Up
  4. The Coastal Chronicles
  5. BONUS EPISODE: “Vivacity” – A Conversation With Heather Thorn

I’ve been ‘clickin’ the shutter since I was about 16. I morphed into video production when I went to work for The Walt Disney Company many years ago. Currently, I still work for Disney. But my real passion and path is utilizing my photography and multimedia skill sets for the greater good. Translated, anything or anybody that deserves recognition, appreciation or documenting for future history, I’m all over it. Too many important things just slip away in a fast moving, fast paced world / society. ‘If ya’ wanna know where you’re going, ya’ gotta know where ya’ come from’ (Sir Lawrence Olivier – The Jazz Singer 1980). 

If you feel so inclined, I’d sure appreciate you subscribing to Storyteller Almanac on any of the major podcast platforms like Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts and more. Really helps me grow the po

To contact me for any reason, please click or copy & paste: 

MikeThomasImagery@gmail.com

Gerald’s Story

11 Feb

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I have a confession to make. I have attacks of Covid phobia. If my throat feels scratchy, my eyes look extra red, or if I imagine my chest feels tight, can you guess my first thought? Is this Covid?

Last week I shared Debby’s story. Her very personal journey through Covid. Another friend posted their story on Facebook this week and with his permission, I am sharing it with you. For the record, I have not been in physical contact with these friends or friends of friends during their Covid experience.

Gerald’s Story

Today I turned 68 years old and took the day off just to reflect on my life and how blessed I am. This year 2021 has already turned into a trying one with me getting the COVID in early January but praise God I survived it with very few issues. To say I wasn’t scared would be a lie because I was. I’ve heard too many stories of a person being fine one minute and the next they are gone.

I had 12 days of isolation in my travel trailer to really think about my life and all the amazing things God has blessed me with. A wonderful family, friends, job and so much more! Obviously I wanted to live and see my children and grandchildren grow up and celebrate all the different occasions that make life wonderful. But there was that thought, what if I didn’t make it. Just in case, I wrote a letter to tell all my loved ones just how much they meant to me and to have faith in God because he loves us and is always in control. I wanted to stay but to be honest I trusted God either way and would be content to be in his wonderful presence.

Luckily I made it and don’t need to send the letter but it was wonderful sitting in that trailer for 12 days and reflecting on my life and blessings. When I came out on day 12, I’ll be honest and tell you that the sun was brighter, the air sweeter, and life so much more precious. Thank you God for the angels you placed around me. Thank you for your love, mercy, and for being my Heavenly Father. Hopefully my experience will give someone hope or help someone who might be struggling with the virus or just the struggles of life. Amen

One night I remember feeling exceptionally unwell and aching. Every time I awoke in pain, I prayed against Covid. The next morning I felt much better. But if the time comes and I do succumb, I hope to do so with the same courage and trust as my friend, Gerald.

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2020 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

If

6 Feb

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

I came across this poem in Streams in the Desert during my morning meditation. I’ve often been amazed at technology’s ability to fling beauty through the air. In truth, I find it easier to trust that my living God hears prayers than that machines can send sound across through the air.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

If radio’s slim finger can pluck a melody 

From night, and toss it over a continent or sea; 

If the petaled white notes of a violin 

Are blown across a mountain or a city’s din; 

If songs, like crimson roses, are culled from thin blue air— 

Why should mortals wonder if God hears prayer? 

ETHEL ROMIG FULLER

Poet Ethel Romig Fuller was Oregon’s first female poet laureate, from 1957 to 1965. You can learn more about her at The Oregon Encyclopedia

Debbie’s Story

4 Feb

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Two weeks ago when I learned my friend, Debbie, had tested positive for Covid and was symptomatic, I was concerned. My 65 year old friend’s health has not been optimal. On the plus side I knew that she had overcome many physical challenges and that she would be covered in the prayers of her large circle of family and friends.

This week I learned Debbie was a Covid survivor and I thankfully put a capital H next to her name on my Covid prayer list. She posted her Covid experience on Facebook and I found it to be a powerful testimony. She gave me permission to share it with you, unedited.

Debbie’s Story

Today I tested Negative for Covid!

But being home alone these past 18 days has shown me some things:

-God loves me! Be still and Know that he is God!

-I can survive being alone because God never leaves me.

-If you really listen you can hear God- maybe not in a human voice but in the silence around you- a bird singing, rain drops, wind chime blowing, leaves blown across the grass, music from a passing car, a train whistle and just the stillness of late at night. 

– Its ok and Good for you to allow others to help you.

– There are many things to do with time on your hands: read, write letters, color, clean out drawers, sit outside and listen to the birds, pray for others. 

On day one I cried all day – scared of Covid and scared to be quarantined ! 

I know that sounds crazy- I am 65 yrs old- widowed for 19 years- being by myself should be normal. It wasnt- it was a Normal I never embraced!! I surround myself with people- even at times unhealthy relationships just to keep from being alone. I have tried to work on this at different times but no luck. 

Well the Lords timing is always perfect!

The first 6-7 days I was so sick- I prayed and slept and cried! 

Once I got over that first hill I started seeking God for comfort and peace

With being stuck inside! 

Daily God would show me how to use 

Time to heal my body and soul. He used my family and friends to call at just the right time not at a time I was broken or lonely. Those were the times he ordained for Me and Him.

Romans 8:28

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

Side Note: 

The night of Our accident that killed Doug- we had been reading a daily devotional- the Bible reference was Romans 8:28. The devotional was about Bad things and good people! 

Yes this is the truth- so for years I have not really liked that verse and I associated it with Doug’s untimely death. This quiet time that I did not choose to go thru has opened up a new understanding of this verse:

This verse is speaking to Christians , believers -“those who love God,” and “those who are called according to His purpose.” This promise is for Christians: for saved believers, who have placed their trust in Jesus Christ (John 3:16). No matter our feelings , loving God is part of what it means to live in Christ. That’s who we are. Each of us is also called to fulfill God’s purposes.

Turn on a Dime

29 Jan

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

This week has flown by. Three doctor appointments in a row can do that. Thankfully, they were all good. I was especially happy that my husband’s two week post op back surgery visit went well and he has been released to drive.

Yesterday my husband drove ( very excited about that) us to the grocery. On the way home we were stopped at a traffic light behind this truck.

Do you ever snap random photos for no purpose just because the subject sparked your imagination or curiosity? It was a gorgeous Florida day, breezy, chilly and sunny and the truck was loaded with outdoor gear. But this was different. Most of the time, the bikes are shiny, mounted with efficient mounts. These bikes had rusty handlebars and were attached by orange strips. The boat on top was not a sleek canoe or kayak as normally seen, but an old aluminum one.

I imagined a family in the truck excited to be going camping and boating. Not a rich family with shiny bikes but an everyday type of family, enjoying being together. It was a nice imagination. Then my husband noted the truck’s license plate…New York. My Imagination shift! The truck now belonged to someone down in Florida for the winter, and picking up used items to sell at a Flea market. Imagination is like that, it can turn on a dime!

Before returning home, I asked my husband to drive me to one of our riverside parks. The winds demanded a “wind fix.” I love wind. Not the hurricane, tornado kind, but wind that comes with a weather front pushing through. It makes my heart soar and I want to spread my arms and embrace it. Think Titanic.

The park has swings and I enjoy sitting there even without the wind. While I sat in the swing, my husband took a short walk. He’s working on building up his strength after surgery. We have plans. (And I have a list of projects for him)

This park is a favorite of mine for a picnic. I posted this video on Facebook to tease my friends who like to picnic but aren’t a fan of wind and cold.

Did I mention that on Wednesday it was 81 degrees and we were running the a/c? Temperatures, like imagination can turn on a dime!

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2020 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

Plant Migration

23 Jan

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Since we divide our time between the Western North Carolina mountains and Florida ( 6 months each) people ask if we are snow birds. I don’t consider us snow birds as we are not fleeing the snow and cold of winter (which I love) but fleeing the Florida summer heat. I tell them we are blessed irregular migrants, wandering between both places.

The dictionary defines human migration as “physical movement by humans from one region to another” and ecology migration as”the large-scale movement of species from one environment to another;”

The ecology part came into play when we began bringing my dipladenia or mandevilla hanging baskets, cold sensitive plants, to spend winters in Florida with us. They flourished, and make the Spring journey back to North Carolina in full bloom.

Initially I had one plant that hung by the front door but a few years ago purchased another to hang in the back yard for the birds to enjoy. This year I retired an old one from rotation and it will hopefully live happily in Florida. We have had to bring it inside several times this year due to the cold but so far so good. I wish I had a picture before our daughter trimmed it up yesterday. It was huge!. I think the yellow leaves are the result of adjusting to a different climate.

Poinsettia are a long time favorite of mine. During childhood my mom grew them outside and they bloomed beautifully at Christmas. She knew when to trim them back for blooms. Christmas of 2019 I bought some small plants at a home improvement store in North Carolina. They were only 88 cents each so why not! I found I preferred the small plants as they were easier to create a grouping in decorative containers for the holiday season.

Of course I became attached to them and took them with us to Florida. They did well over the winter but I didn’t think they would flourish in the summer heat so we found room in the car and took them with us along with the dipladenia.

We didn’t plant them, simply sat them outside in their pots and let nature care for them. They grew and began to get “leggy”. When our daughter came to spend Thanksgiving with us, I asked her to take the plants to Florida and see how they would do. To my surprise they overcame the “leggy” look and made a beautiful plant.

Moving into the fall of 2020. I posted here about finding a farm that sold a myriad of pansy varieties. I planted three pots of them. Unfortunately, the time to leave for Florida arrived before they reached full glory. So… you guessed it, I brought them with me, but only one pot. I left one on a shepherds hook by the front door and one in a large planter that supports a fountain.

I also picked up 88 cent poinsettias again this year. I set a grouping on the outside stairs as well as some inside. It was tricky trying to remember to bring them in after watering them, but I only watered once per week. They came to Florida too and along with the pansies are now providing cheerful color` to the walkway. If the pansies survive the heat of Florida spring (which begins in late February) I plan to take them back to North Carolina where they should thrive until late April. And yes, there is a good chance the poinsettia will go too. I think maybe my plants are snow bird plants!

We bought this dipladenia in 2020 and look forward to several years of migration. I love these plants because they take care of themselves and yet give us beautiful flowers.

I hope January has been kind to you. We’ve had some medical challenges but remain thankful and confident in the love and care of our Savior.

Helping Hands-Impromptu Cold Shelter

15 Jan

On the Porch

Onisha Ellis

Non-Florida readers don’t laugh. In Florida our county opens cold shelters for the homeless when the night temperature dips down into the 40s. For some reason, the cold shelter in north county is closed this week and the closest open one is 4o miles away.

A friend, Scooter Morrison, who pastors a small church located in a community center said his heart broke when he learned due to a temporary closure, the homeless would be left without shelter. As he related it to me, he felt God asking him, “don’t you have a building and heat? I will supply the rest?”

He put a call out on Facebook for donations of cots, blankets, pillows, and sleeping bags. I stopped by on Wednesday to drop off a donation and was thrilled to learn the community had met all of the needs including hot meals. I apologize for the blurry photos, I had to screenshot them from a video

Folding tables were placed on their sides to allow privacy between cots.

As evening drew near yesterday, volunteers with trucks drove through local parks where homeless congregate, offering a ride to the church.

The news channels shriek anger and division. The antidote is kindness. There is good happening in every community. Find a way to be a part of it. In the Christian community we call it being the hands and feet of Jesus.

Scooter Morrison is the pastor of Lifepointe Ministries in Titusville, Florida.

I'm a winner

After my retirement, I decided to re-learn the canning and preserving skills I learned from my mother but hadn’t practiced for twenty years. I titled the blog Old Things R New to chronicle my experience.  Since then I have been blessed to have six other bloggers join me, DiVoran Lites, Bill Lites,  Judy Wills, Louise Gibson, Janet Perez Eckles and Melody Hendrix

In addition to blogging, I work as the publicist/marketer/ amateur editor and general  “mom Friday” for my author daughter, Rebekah Lyn. I also manage her website, Rebekah Lyn Books  where we frequently host the best in up and coming authors.

My 2020 goal is to use my love of photographs and words to be an encourager on social media. You can visit Real Life Books and Media You Tube Channel if you would like to view some of the mini-videos I have created for our church, Gateway Community in Titusville, Fl.

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