Sunday, June 29, 2008



Three friends, and I, were visiting the world famous Air Force museum at Wright Patterson Air Force Base near Dayton, Ohio. Anyone interested in the history of flying will find every type plane or flying machine imaginable, there among the more than one hundred planes from the earliest Wright reproduction to the fast jets of our time.

I had visited this aeronautical center on numerous occasions, but on this trip discovered something I had failed to notice on all previous trips. Shadowed under the wing of a huge B36 is a B29 Super fortress.

While many such super fortresses were flown during World War II this one drew my intense interest. You see this plane, named the "Bockscar," gained its fame for dropping the second atom bomb on Japan on August 9, 1945. While the first atom bomb had been dropped three days earlier on Hiroshima killing 92,000, this plane had been used to destroy 40,000 more Japanese, August 9, on Nagasaki which brought the conclusion of World War II on August 10, 1945, only one day later. This day represented two celebrations. The war's end and my eighth birthday.

It would have been hard for me to understand the destruction of the bombs which were still under design since the very first atom bomb explosion had only occurred just days before in Alamogordo, New Mexico, on July 16. In only twenty one days from its first experimental explosion the uranium bomb leveled four and one-half square miles of the Japanese city. Just hours later an improved bomb using plutonium would destroy one and one-half miles of the second city.

Hardly anyone, but a handful of physicist begun under the Manhattan Project started in 1939, would know the possibilities of such fissionable energy.

My thoughts about such renewed my vow to keep my promise to preach and warn every possible person about another fiery energy that is waiting millions of unexpected individuals.

“A wonderful and horrible thing is committed in the land;” - Jeremiah 5:30

Sunday, June 22, 2008



The city of Miami was booked solid with not one available hotel room as the city was hosting an international boat regatta and a Jackie Gleason golf tournament in the same week.

I was scheduled to do a Teacher Training Seminar for one of the large Miami Christian Bookstores so sought out a place to stay before evening.

Finally, a couple I had known for sometime invited me, warning he had a bug, but that I was welcome. My friend had been an F.B.I. agent for many years, but had resigned and was helping his wife in her business. Their lovely home in Coral Gables was beautifully located with orange and lemon trees abounding.

After the seminar ended I returned to their home and was ushered to my room.

Lying on top of the chest was a hand gun and he stated, "There is one in every room!" Things are rough here right now and I still have threats!" I prayed not tonight!

I had told my host I had an early flight to the Bahamas and would leave about 5 A.M. which was fine.

By now, he was sure he had the flu, so I told them I would just slip out the next morning. They told me how to operate the alarm switch to let me out of the house and then to reactivate it with a switch outside that was hidden behind a large shrub.

The next morning while darkness still covered Miami, I went through the routine as I left-- I thought!

A few days later I returned to Miami with the flu and was able to get a room near the airport. I phoned my friends to thank them for their kindness at which time they learned I was ill with his bug.

He laughed and said, "It serves you right. You left the alarm set and in minutes after you left the house, every system in the place went off. I though it was the end."

We laughed. I regretted my error and he regretted giving me his sickness.

Both of us, being believers, are still waiting for another sound. “And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds…….” Matthew 24:31