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Bobby Sox and a M1 Carbine

Posted on June 10, 2017 at 4:30 PM Comments comments (0)

This is one I've been wanting to write about for some time. My maternal grandfather came through the Great Depression and worked in a textile mill. By the end of his life he had worked his way up to being an Overseer over a department. As I related in a post, he worked, went to church and spent time with his family, especially his grandchildren. He loved taking each set of grandkids to the mountains in North Carolina and family reunions were always a treat for the cousins to get together and play.


Grandpa stood about six feet, had jet black hair, dark skin, piercing brown eyes and always had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. By the time WWII came along, Grandpa had six children and being in a critical industry, textiles, he was exempted from the draft.  However, his brother Harold went into the Merchant Marines. I've seen one picture of Harold, a handsome young man, in a type of button down naval uniform from that era.  Harold was killed at Normandy Beach bringing troops in for the invasion.




Grandpa very rarely talked about his brother, but he did have an M1 Carbine that had belonged to him. Where did Harold get it - I do not know, but I do know some veterans of that war brought home their rifles and 1911 pistols as souvenirs, as well as many Japanese and German armaments. I know that my stepdad's father had a Japanese rifle and a Nambu pistol from when he served in the Pacific. I've known other veterans from that era who also brought back armaments from that war.


So let's talk about that M1 Carbine. It was the only tie my grandfather had to his brother. It sat in the back of his closet and was always loaded. You also have to remember this was a different time in America.  Hunting was more of a pasttime, and in rural areas it was very common to see pickup trucks with shotguns and rifles racked in the back and going down the road. I know my Dad kept a rack on the wall with his sem-'automatic shotgun and his hunting rifle. So did my paternal grandfather. Yet, as children, we might have played army and cowboys and indians all day, but we would never have touched a real firearm without an adult's supervision. It was how we were raised back then.


As an adult I served as a police officer for many years. After I became a school teacher, I put away my firearms and didn't see them as a need. An event last year, changed my mind, got me back into gun ownership and caused me to become a staunch proponent of the 2nd Amendment.  Since then I have thought many a time about that M1 Carbine and why my Grandfather kept it there in the closet.  Was it to remind him of his brother? Was it for home protection? Was it a combination of both? Had he ever even shot it? I wish I could ask him now.


I do know this though. My mother got in trouble at school as a teenager because she wore bobby sox to school instead of hose. She was enrolled in a private Christian high school affiliated with a Christian college. The president of the college, the Dean of students and her teacher (all men) came to speak with my grandfather about her smart alecky behavior and not conforming to the dress code. My grandfather let them in, listened to what they had to say, and then said this, "My brother died at Normandy to save this country from fascism and dictators. This is fascism, and you are not going to tell me how to raise my daughter. So you leave my house."  And they did. 


According to my mom, she was hiding behind the door watching, thinking "That's My Daddy." That is until they left and my grandfather called her into the room with a stern "JUDY Come Here." He then proceeded to give her the switching of her life. My mom still laughs about it today, albeit I am sure it wasn't so funny then. 


Granpa's M1 Carbine - where is it at today? Physically, my Uncle Wayne has it and I have not seen it in decades, but the memory of that rifle sitting in a corner still lingers in the back alleys of my mind.

Armed and Feminine

Posted on April 15, 2017 at 7:15 PM Comments comments (0)

The weakest and most vulnerable among us need the empowerment of being able to protect themselves. Everyone can't or won't have the dedication to become physically fit. It is not in their nature or in their capabilities. Neither is it the nature of some to venture into the competitive world of self-defense. Grandma at 76 doesn't have the capacity to roll on the mats doing armbars. And let us be realistic. Those of us who are physically fit won't be that way forever. Our bodies wind down no matter how hard we exercise or how strict we diet or what supplements and PED's we take.  We need to be able to defend ourselves.


This is a Youtube channel I follow - Armed and Feminine with Kelly Ann Pidgeon that caters to women. Her last video really inspired me, because the very people who need self-defense training the most, and one of these ladies was elderly and in a wheelchair, are out on the pistol range practicing with their self-defense weapons.


Here is the site if you are so inclined to look. However, don't expect bubble butted and giggly girls in bikinis shooting AR's and being filmed by pervs. This is about real women looking for an edge and empowerment. This is another reason I am a proponent of America's 2nd Amendment. The ability to protect yourself from violence gives freedom to the weak.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isD0yCvezcE

Who put the Lion into Lionquest?

Posted on April 11, 2017 at 10:00 PM Comments comments (1)

The simple answer is the Lion of Judah - also know as Jesus Christ. I don't share my faith enough. Too many people, and this has been engrained in us culturally, believe in a weak, milksop Jesus. In the Bible Jesus is described as the Lion of Judah, and there is nothing weak about a full grown lion. The Bible also says that Jesus spoke with authority - unlike the religious leaders of his day.


The point is - I am bought and paid for with the sacrifice Jesus made on the cross. That doesn't make me perfect. None of us ever will be or can be, but we are covered by his blood. This old world is under a curse. We have a body of flesh and we have a soulish mind. It is our spirit that is eternal. When we accept Jesus as Lord and Savior, our spirit is born again through the Holy Spirit of God. The Holy Spirit of God is our comforter, our encourager and our teacher. Our flesh and our mind still bound by this world wants to sin. It is through the power of the Holy Spirit and growth in the Holy Spirit that makes us different people. Even the Apostle Paul claimed to not yet arrive. Despite our imperfections, we are still covered by the blood.


This World is counting down. When I do not know, but everyday is another day closer. Even the natural world groans under the weight of sin with earthquakes, tidal waves, hurricanes, and storms. One day Jesus will return and the Bible says he will not only make things right, but he will rule with a rod of iron. The Bible is built on promises of a savior and his return. We can claim those promises or reject them. Me personally? I want to quest after God.

His Eye is On the Sparrow...

Posted on March 19, 2017 at 9:15 AM Comments comments (4)

Sunday Morning Shout Out no. 3 - The song says it all. Hey, we all need encouragement. We all need strength. My strength is in Jesus.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uatCU8QzdyA

Sunday Morning Shout Out no. 2 - Where is Your Hope?

Posted on March 5, 2017 at 9:50 AM Comments comments (3)

IWhere is your hope? Is it in yourself? Are you self-made and self-actualized? LOL - the only thing good I can think about self is that it stinks! Seriously, how do people into theirselves act? Pompous, conceited, self-serving and self-absorbed. Of course we are all guilty of that at one time or another, but I think you get my drift.


So what about a guru? Will an enlightened teacher of the way help you along life's journeys? Hey, we are all human beings with a mixed bag of genetics that along with environment  and experience help shape our traits, personalities, and outlooks. Jesus called it the blind leading the blind. No one person has a handle on everything, and too often gurus become manipulators and abusers of those who follow them. Even the best intentioned let us down by their all too human frailities. 


So what is the answer? Well, I can tell you where my hope comes in troubled times. Here is an old song by the Cathedrals that I like to listen to when times are tough.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nBEVM-_WdwI



What Gun Would Jesus Carry?

Posted on February 26, 2017 at 9:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Sunday Morning Shootout No. 1


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDLviyqtYKg


Good message from God, Family and Guns.

It's Not Always Over

Posted on February 15, 2017 at 11:45 AM Comments comments (0)

Two years now I've been in a new job during the week. Still doing side tree work on the weekends. My week day job some days is working with just my partner or we work with the other two guys if it's a bigger job. The guy I work with most of the time is 66 years old. Just an ordinary guy on the cover. But when you dig deeper he's had an exstordinary life. He has been blessed.


He's also a cancer survivor of 40 years. He had colon and rectum cancer really bad. He had exploratory surgery in 1977. I was 7 years old. Supposely he's in the book of Medical history in 1977. They said he was a medical miracle. One thing he said was through Prayer and the blessings of God it's not always over. He also said if he would have listened to another doctor he would have never went to California for the surgery. I believe he was the first to have this operation. It's not always over. Who decides this? You be the judge.

Pray for Mike Joplin

Posted on January 21, 2017 at 9:35 AM Comments comments (8)

This e-mail came from Mike.

 

Greg,

 

A little over a month ago I was diagnosed with TERMINAL cancer. The

cancer has metastasized from my esophagus to many of my lymph nodes

around my neck and shoulder areas, as well as into my right lung. My

doctors have given me until October of this year.

 

My doctors say that my cancers are inoperable and that radiation would

be useless. However, they want me to take "chemo." I refused. Chemo is

poison, and it destroys the immune system...as well as muscle mass. It

also "causes" cancer. They also wanted me to sign up for Hospices

(in-home care of the terminally ill). I refused that, too.

 

I'm placing my trust in God. I'm also following several "natural healing

protocols," like juicing (extreme juicing) and natural supplementation.

I've gone to a 95% (approximately) "vegetarian diet." If I do eat meat,

it's 100% grass-fed and without chemicals. etc. If I east fish, it's all wild caught...not farm raised.

 

Along with my cancer, I have "Cachexia." It basically causes my body to "cannibalize" itself.

I've gone down in weight from approximately 215 pounds to approximately

140 pounds (that's 75 pounds!). I am always hungry, but food doesn't look good to me.

It doesn't smell good. And it doesn't taste good. I literally have to force myself to eat.

 

Many cancer patients die from malnutrition and starvation, instead of the cancer itself (I'm now "skin

and bones," literally).

 

I need you to pray that I will defeat this cancer with my natural protocols. I also need

you to pray that I will stop losing weight, and that I will be able to eat and gain all of my weight back.

 

Every day is a challenge. The fatigue that cancer causes is incredible. Some days it's difficult just to get out of bed. Some

days are better.

 

I need to exercise, but I have very little energy.

 

Mike

 

P.S. Greg, I'm fighting this with every thing I've got. With God's grace and mercy, and with the natural healing protocols that I'm following, I WILL beat this cancer and become better than I was before this sickness!

P.P.S. I sent a copy of this email to John P.


Keep him in your prayers.

The Road Warrior - Science Fiction Becomes Dangerously Real

Posted on January 14, 2017 at 10:30 PM Comments comments (5)

I haven't seen Mel Giblson's "The Road Warrior in several decades. My wife had never seen it. Great movie by the way with some amazingly real stunts with motor vehicles. Here is the thing. What was escapest fantasy in the eighties is what could be tomorrow in the year 2017. I am no gloom and doom apocalyptic, but let me refresh your memory of the plot. 


In The Road Warrior, due to war and the threat of war, followed by universal appeasement, society started a downward entropy into chaos, tribalism and violence. In other words, society didn't crash at once. It unraveled gradually, then more quickly and then to the point civilization was no more. When you look around and see what is going on in the world with technocracy, global elitism, war, ethnic identity politics, riots, mass immigration from war torn countries, terrorism and the loss of infrastructure, you realize we are dangerously close to that slide into chaos.


It is interesting that my wife and I came to that same conclusion after the movie. This could be our world tomorrow and that is scary to think about. A  local fire chief and I started off decades ago working in public safety, he in fire and I in police, for the same municipality. We go meetings together several times during the year and on the way there we reflect how things have changed so drastically in such a few short decades - everything from gender politics to terrorism and how it has changed fire and police, not to mention our country. It is a Brave New World out there.


So how do you prepare? Me personally, I prepare spiritually. I pray and I read the Bible. That is the source of my internal strength when I can't go any further. I prepare physically by exercise. I prepare mentally by learning  aboutand practicing to be prepared for the worst that could happen. But that is me. I am interested in hearing how you prepare for the times to come, be they good, bad, or indifferent. How do YOU, live from day to day?

We Aren't Promised a Tomorrow

Posted on November 30, 2016 at 6:40 PM Comments comments (5)

I went to a funeral today. I've been to a lot of them over the years - friends, relatives, co-workers, older friends and young people - cancers, heart disease, murder, accidents and suicide. It runs the gamut. This young man was 17 and was a student of mine. He was a goofy, happy go lucky kid with a stubborn streak a mile long. 


No one likes to see a young person die. Dillon was in a car accident and like a lot of young people wasn't wearing a seat belt. Ironically he was leaving the funeral of a cousin who had died in a car accident.  We aren't promised a tomorrow. The Bible references our life being like a vapor. It can be snuffed out at a moment's notice. 


The good thing in all of this, for those of us who trust Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior - Dillon answered an alter call at that cousin's funeral a few hours earlier and accepted Jesus as Lord. This is something that gives hope to the weary and burdened. Jesus said:

Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls.


The World sneers at this hope. it is homey and old fashioned. Huh, us smart people are too good to believe in God. Or how about "all Christians are hypocrits." Well, I'm here to tell you - You can choose to believe or not to believe, but one thing is inevitable and that is that all of us will pass this world one day.  I choose to believe that I have a savior and can plead the blood of Jesus that covers my sin. That is true hope. So I will leave you with a few lines from one of my favorite songs. Dillon I dedicate this to you - I look to see you again one day with that goofy smile, your hat turned around backwards and that backpack that never left your back.


I'm kind of homesick for a country

To which I've never been before.

No sad goodbyes will there be spoken

For time won't matter anymore.

Beulah Land  I'm longing for you 

And some day on thee I'll stand 

There my home shall be eternal 

Beulah Land, sweet Beulah Land

I'm looking now, just across the river

To where my faith, shall end in sight 

There's just a few more days to labor.

Then I will take my heavenly flight.





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