Ill-legal, What’s That?

I’m confused. Doesn’t it mean something someone has done is against the law?  I know if I do something like parking in a wrong place, or telling a lie in court, I will either pay a fine or go to jail. That doesn’t seem to be true any more. Or, maybe it still is true for someone like me but it isn’t true for either the rich and famous, or a person who enters America ill-legally, Haven’t we gotten off on the wrong track somewhere?

My grandparents came from Norway in the late 1800’s. They came through Ellis Island, a legal entrance and after they had completed what they had to complete, they were proud Americans. We still have legal border entrances like that, but we don’t hear much about them. Why is that?

Today we hear a lot about people entering our country ill-legally, or really sneaking here. They seem to be allowed to stay, but even to commit crimes here! Does that seem right to you? Drug sellers and murderers have been known to get off easy and have not even been deported!

Those of us who call America ours should not put up with such a thing. Soon,  America will be over-run with murderers and drug sellers! We must remember that even though some of the folks who come here are good folks. But they are committing a crime, even though they maybe don’t know it. The only way they have the chance to say, “We are proud Americans” is to go through our legal entrances.

What shall we do about it? The right way is to pray first and then vote for those people who call ill-legality a crime. The government should somehow keep the illegal people  out and let the good folks in the legal way.  I don’t know….maybe we, the people, should tell the government to end this continuous talk about immigration and do something about it.

RAIN!

road landscape nature forestIt rained on Saturday! Our weather has been hot and dry for weeks and the rain was more than welcome. I went outside just to enjoy it and didn’t mind that I got a little wet. The smell of rain falling on dusty leaves was heavenly. I breathed it in like one who has been deprived of breath for some time! I went inside to watch the falling rain from my window pane until the rain stopped falling down.

I remembered a legend I had heard years ago. The legend was written down somewhere about 100 years before Jesus was born. The people of that time and place were complaining about the loss of their crops because of the lack of rain. An old man told the people about a prophet who lived up in the hills and talked to God all the time.

“Maybe if I go up there and tell them, he will talk to God and ask him for rain” said the old man.

The people thought it would be a great idea so the man left to find the prophet. Soon the two men could be seen walking down the hill and the people ran to meet them. They began complaining to him how their crops were failing. All he said was,” Your complaining won’t help one bit!”

He took a stick and drew a large circle in the dust. He sat down in the center of the circle and began to pray. After several hours, the rain came, and it came in such large amounts that the people began complaining that now the crops will be toppled over by the rain.

The prophet kept on praying. soon the rain came as a soft mist. The people complained louder, “This rain isn’t enough, even to water the herds,” they said.

The prophet prayed some more and the rain came down softly, just as the people wanted but they forgot to say “thanks”.

Aren’t we the same? When we have long periods of rain, don’t we complain saying,”Oh why doesn’t this rain quit. I hate it!”. Or, if it doesn’t rain for awhile, we complain again saying, “Why doesn’t it rain?”. Instead of complaining, why not talk to God about it? He knows all the answers, doesn’t He? And, remember to say, “thanks”.