Older than the empire of the Byzantine Even older than Ancient Greece, The City of David can be readily seen Even after 3800 years of war and peace.
Pillars and pottery record the story Of an indigenous people honoring God's glory. Long before the oldest Palestinian resistance, Rest the shards proving Jewish pre-existence.
Judah's King David brought the 12 tribes together Under a conquered hilltop to rule them better. All of Israel was joined into one nation Lasting nearly a thousand years before cessation.
It was nothing fancy, but a little sublime. The City of David was conquered by the sands of time. There it would lie, almost all but forgotten Any treasure claimed from it was misbegotten.
What war couldn't win, haters attempted with lies, Pretending the City of David never knew Jewish eyes. Modern archeology has unearthed the evidence That shows the Jewish people were there in great prevalence.
Not much different than in the days of old, Countries, terrorists, and crooked institutions Join together today to prevent the truth from being told. They do this through libel and violence, seeking revolution.
On October 7, hatred struck in the heart of Israel. It struck with a magnitude that feels unreal. 1200 Israelis died to sever a people's history. That hatred is putrid, and that is no mystery.
They say from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free. But it is the native people of Palestine facing travesty. Women, children, and old men suffer heavy-handed brutality Delivered by thuggish terrorists who have no dignity.
The story of the City of David must not be concealed. It is a necessity that the evidence must be revealed. The bond between people and land is a solid connection. Its centrality set out the one, common godly direction.
As each brush sweeps away the City's lingering dust More of the truth becomes known, as it truly must. The stones speak with unyielding veracity. This is the Jewish homeland, spoken remnants of David's city.
(c) December 30, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“When once a Republic is corrupted, there is no possibility of remedying any of the growing evils but by removing the corruption and restoring its lost principles; every other correction is either useless or a new evil.” – Thomas Jefferson
The theft, fraud, and corruption pervasive in Minnesota and throughout Federal agencies stems from one main source; we must keep this in mind when electing persons to political office. An unintended consequence is in the persons appointed to run the inner machinery of government. We must be eternally vigilant to prevent the loss of fraud to those pretending to be good and faithful actors.
“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.” – Crowfoot
Despite what the day brings, Some of us are simply broken things. It's not a crime to count on self-defense. To believe otherwise is simply a false pretense.
A father takes his congregant's confession, Willingly making his valid concession That we cannot fix the things that break us in two, And the ways back are as shallow as they are few.
The look on the prisoner's face is ashen gray. He'd like to speak, but doesn't know what to say. The cold of winter makes us suffer. The life that we know offers no buffer.
We ride hard into the dark night, A vow of poverty doesn't make betrayal right. Pride for penance only leads to greed. Drunken counsel tells how a man in a collar still has needs.
The path traveled is finished before it's begun. Sometimes life's battles cannot be won. The world is full of betrayals and denials. The best of us walk as if we are on trial.
God help us all if we give in to savagery. The rest we need is something legendary. We surrender our freedoms to form a government. Doubtlessly, few would call this a real improvement.
The gain we seek is the guidance needed To questions, even the angels would have pleaded. Being worthy of our gravest concerns As to how little truth there is left to discern.
There's an ocean in a drop. There's a hope that will never stop. There is courage in the darkest night. It strives to make things right.
(c) December 29, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition.” – Martha Washington
There will be seasons of favor. These times are the times to savor. Calling our minds toward the future, And thinking about what to nurture.
The prophet Jeremiah spent his years Bringing the Israelis through their tears To bravely come all the way forward To serve our mighty Lord.
The Lord knows us from the womb, And in His kingdom, He makes room. His words are put in mouths to speak, Giving us strength when we are weak.
False gods and leaders stand in the way. The fear of the Lord saves the day. We stand fortified by God's word To win our victory as it is inferred.
Look to the future, and you will see, The almond tree points toward all that will be. The beekeepers lament the issues of pollination As the move honey bees across this broken nation.
Leaders must rise despite persecution and trials With certainty to lead beyond survival. Judgment is something learned with growing maturity. Our troubles are distinguished and become opportunity.
The weeping prophet cried his truth. He faced many troubles from his youth. Humbling ourselves to embrace repentance, The warnings came true with our acceptance.
To face this world, we need rational theology, Like a boiling pot filled by God's divinity. Sovereign and in control, God brings to light All things needed to make life right.
We learn to fortify against the world's sin That surrounds and is in us again and again. We must fortify our holy community. We do this for the love of God's family.
We serve one another as pillars and walls, Forging our identities, however God calls. Holding up and holding out, things that don't serve To help God's people live our their purposes.
Timeless truth is adhered to day after day, In all the weirdness that will come our way. We will stand on full grace and generosity, And we will truly live by this theology.
All of this is for the benefit of God's family. Every breath is to sanctify you and me. The future starts now with what we choose to do, Tripping in the right direction for me and you.
The more we seek God, the more we find, The best for our future and the worst left behind. This is life's song learned through improvisation. It is, indeed, our sweetest lasting inspiration.
In these thoughts, I pray with right attitude, Led forward in this season by my gratitude. It is asked in all humility, That our God bless our holy community.
(c)December 28, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls. But you said, ‘We will not walk in it.’ – Jeremiah 6:16 NIV
This Winter has been warmer than those I recall. I might have expected it after a lingering fall. The last snow Indiana saw fell for a full night. It kept falling through the passing morning light.
Piles of slush lasted for several lingering days, And this went on until nature walked it back a ways. The Spring-like heat taught us to not heed exaggeration. As warm fronts spread throughout our beautiful nation.
Early morning plans require warm coats, boots, and sturdy shoes. It's time to get outside for a hike to bounce off the blues. Out among the winter trees, be they deciduous or evergreen, It feels good to be alive and a warm-hearted human being.
Rings, when measured and counted, tell the age of trees. But their comfort is best felt along a gentle breeze. Zig-zag streets remind us of how our lives chase around, Until they reach the conclusions in which we are found.
The quiet hours spent looking out the kitchen window, They are spending time seeking signs of any coming snow. The rumor is that we will find this coming Monday, acting bold As we brace ourselves for a blast of good old Arctic cold.
We won't be seeing errant dandelions, nor will we see a blizzard. The snowflakes will dance, but not enough to create a hazard. The light snow will fall, forming a dusting to lace the ground. And all of God's children will smile happily at what's been found.
(c) December 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 