Showing posts with label Corpus Christi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Corpus Christi. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 9, 2021

I Remember Standing Alone


For the ways of man are before the eyes of the LORD,
And He ponders all his paths. Proverbs 5:21

by Chuck Ness

Many times in my life I have been standing alone.

Like in the picture above, I remember standing alone at the edge of the Grand Canyon when I was hitchhiking through Arizona. Wondering which way I would travel.

I remember standing alone, looking down at the grave of a dear sweet girl who had my heart when I was but 16, in Duluth MN. Would she still be alive if I had not gotten off the bus a block early? I also remember wondering, if she then would be looking down at my grave.

I remember standing alone inside the tent that housed the game where I was a carnival barker for the Thomas shows, after the Carnival closed down for the night in Oklahoma City. It was my first time on acid and I was all alone, wondering why the sides of the tent were moving in on me.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Climate Change Models & Hurricanes, Will God Make A Fool Of Them Again?



by Chuck Ness


I want to begin by sending my condolences to anyone who has lost a loved in the wake of Hurricane Harvey, or Irma. I also offer my prayers for all who have been effected by Harvey's destruction in Texas and those who will be effected by Irma, where ever it may land. I do not mean to discount the suffering many are going through, nor do I want to insult anyone who cares so much for their loved ones that they are evacuating their home for safer ground.

That being said. Why am I so not into how bad Irma is? I mean, for 8 years the Obama administration worked diligently to turn both NASA and the National Weather Service into “Climate Change Command Centers” or as I will affectionately refer to them in my opinion, the (CCCC). Please tell me how can I take it anymore serious than an average Hurricane at best? True, this comes from someone who is more than 3000 miles away looking at clear skies for the next foreseeable future. However, my son, his wife and my grandchildren do live in the Florida Pan Handle.