12/1/2011 Portland, Oregon – Pop in your mints…
The first of December has come. Contrary to “political” belief, the first of December would have arrived even if the large European bank which caused all the global fake money shuffling amongst western Central Banks to occur yesterday had been allowed to fail.
Nature cares not whether a man or woman in New York or Frankfurt raise a finger to populate a spreadsheet with a number representing something that does not exist but as a figment of the popular imagination. The sun would have set and a great majority of the world would have been none the wiser, and likely better off.
Make no mistake, the actions taken by Central Banks are made for the benefit of very few to the detriment of a great many. For this reason, we have called it Man’s Greatest Catastrophe.
The first of December always brings with it a fond memory from our youth here at The Mint.
Some 20 years ago we were in the midst of our junior year of high school. Like many our age, we preferred hanging out with friends to completing our assigned homework. A winter’s evening of that year found us doing the former while ignoring the latter.
On that particular evening, however, we were concerned. We had to write a poem for a class in which we were struggling the next day. At the time, it seemed a monumental task, made all the more impossible by leaving the task to the last minute.
We shared the dilemma with our friends that evening as we were excusing ourselves early in order to work on the poem at home.
A dear friend of our spoke up: “What does the poem need to be about?”
“Nature,” we replied.
“Hang on a minute,” replied our friend as he gathered pencil and paper and began to write. Within five minutes, he handed me the draft of a poem and said, “There, now you can stick around a bit longer!”
We were stunned, not only at the unselfishness of our friend, but at the eloquent words which he came up with in such a brief time. Our teacher, failing to see the genius and beauty in the poem, gave a merely average grade and forced us to revise and extend it. The subsequent revision, as we recall, severely diluted the beauty of the original five stanzas and attempted to resolve something that was better left to the reader to resolve.
Like so many things in life, an abundance of solutions robs people of the opportunity to think for themselves. Between television, sermons, university lectures, and government policies, life is diminished for many by listening to the voices of men in place of the sacred dialogue between a man and his God.
Our friend’s poem allowed for this dialogue.
We hope to one day be able to locate the manuscript of his masterpiece to share it with you. It is appropriately titled “The First of December” and is a moving description of a wintry scene witnessed by a man who is soon caught up in the wonder of it all. He then abruptly realizes that all that he is witnessing is occurring and will continue to occur, without his intervention, long after he is gone.
The realization humbles him.
We leave you with the last stanza which is forever etched in our memory:
“Now I must go,
But I’ll always remember,
Life in the cold,
On the first of December”
Stay tuned and Trust Jesus.
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