Morgan calls for prayer
I am concerned about peoples’ state of mind. They want to take God out of everything, everything good people start. Someone has a lot to say about it if it has God in it. You can talk about the devil all day long and you don’t hear anything about it.
We need to talk about God everywhere we go. If you would just look around us they took prayer out of school, took prayer out of everywhere but church. Look at the children. They don’t respect teachers or grown ups. They are killing each other, doing drugs, cursing out anyone old or young. They just don’t care anymore.
When I was in school the first thing we did was pray. I wonder do the people that don’t want prayer in school think that God is just in the home and church.
We need to get back to praying in season and out of season. We will bring our children back to God.
The ones who are kicking against prayer need a wakeup call. Do you think whatever you are doing is by your power? Do you think your clock wakes you up? Get real people, we need prayer in everything we do. Just in case you forgot who is keeping us, put God where He belongs first. Not last, but first.
God said in his word, man is the head of woman. God is the head of man, but the way children are being raised today they are not the head of anything but crime, gangs, drug-dealing. You know the devil has his feet in every door.
You are finding old and young people are killing, stealing, selling drugs, cursing in public places. It seems like that doesn’t bother anyone but if you see or hear someone praying, we got to stop that, they should be ashamed of themselves.
Nowadays people will uphold wrongdoing in a heartbeat. We need to claim our children back.
We can’t spank our children without getting arrested. I think if we let prayer stay where it belongs in season and out of season, we will have better people. There’s nothing wrong with the world, it’s the people in the world.
Parents don’t pray with their children nor does everyone eats together and pray before eating. They don’t take time to read the Bible to the little ones anymore. They don’t care what they do.
We are losing a generation just because people say we can’t pray in public places. Therefore some of us aren’t praying at home or anywhere. Let’s put God first. He is the first and the last.
Ora M. Morgan
Second wind for the tomato garden
Perhaps no milestone on the garden calendar – at least for kitchen gardeners – is anticipated with as much excitement as the beginning of tomato season.
By the end of June, our sinewy, acrid-smelling vines are loaded with ripening fruit in an array of colors and shapes, especially if we dabble in heirloom varieties. Before we know it, these come to the table in so many delicious dishes – ruby slices dressed with only a grind of salt and pepper, spicy cold gazpachos, ratatouilles baked with the eggplant, squash, peppers and onions ripening nearby, fragrant sauces pungent with garlic and olive oil ladled over fresh pasta under a chiffonade of garden basil and shavings of parmigiano regianno.
But late in July some of the tomato plants begin to flag – spent from the burst of fruiting. I find this is true even with the so-called indeterminate varieties that bear more gradually over a longer season than their determinate cousins.
Last winter, dreaming of summer, I hit on a scheme to extend tomato season into fall. I would start a second set of seedlings in May – you could do this just as easily by rooting suckers from the first set – and replace the tired plants late in July for a second crop.
What I didn’t anticipate was the heat, or the gnats, or the logistical nightmare of doing this within the confines of the “tomato cage,” as I call the contraption I created in May by wrapping my tomato garden neatly in swaths of nylon netting – a great idea, by the way, that allows me to leave the fruit on the vine till nearly ripe and has increased my tomato harvest significantly.
(Recently I came home to find a female cardinal trapped in the cage, frantically trying to find an escape route while evidently every other cardinal in the neighborhood looked on anxiously from perches around the garden. I got her out tout de suite, and I think she and her people have not attempted a second invasion.)
I started at the crack of dawn, carefully uprooting and pruning out the remains of a tired “Tommy Toe,” a “Plum Lemon” (a weird, mealy heirloom I will not plant again), and a “Purple Passion.” This opened up the tomato patch to abundant sunlight and made plenty of room for three robust seedlings – I would tell you what varieties, but I forgot to label them, alas! I hope at least one is a Brad’s Blackheart – a new variety for me this year that produces huge, juicy, exquisitely tangy fruit with blood red centers.
In the movie “The Godfather,” as you may recall, the elderly Vito Corleone met his maker in a tomato garden. The great Don’s heart gave out while he was horsing around – a mobster poignantly pretending to be a monster – with his toddler grandson Anthony, son of son Michael, the fallen angel. (A brilliant Eden tale, “The Godfather,” set in a better time, when even gangsters sought refreshment in gardens, not on psychiatrists’ couches.) Can you imagine a better way to go!