USS West Virginia – Pearl Harbor to Tokyo Bay

Pacific Paratrooper

USS West Virginia, pre-WWII

Her wounds had been grievous that morning in 1941, when Japanese torpedo bombers  swept low over the shallow waters of Pearl Harbor and unleashed their deadly cargoes at the easy targets moored along Battleship Row.  The surface might of the U.S. Pacific Fleet was virtually helpless against the onslaught, and those ships moored outboard received the brunt of the devastating attack.

Oklahoma capsized and West Virginia took 7 torpedoes into her port side, gouging huge holes in her hull.  Two modified artillery shells, configured as

USS West Virginia (BB-48)

aerial bombs, struck aft.  The ship’s captain, Mervyn Bennion, was cut down by a steel fragment but remained in command, perishing with courage and later receiving a posthumous Medal of Honor.  Dorie Miller, a cook, manned a machine-gun and received the Navy Cross for heroism.

Alert counterflooding kept West Virginia from capsizing and the heavily damaged battleship…

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A Special Visit from Jesus

There they were.  The band was playing their loud music.  Everyone was getting down and doing the boogie for Jesus clapping their hands.  “Jesus, we love you.  Holy Jesus.  Yeah, holy Jesus.”  They were singing.

Then, the doors were shoved open.  Jesus stomped in.  He was cracking the whip on the floor, and He was throwing over the church pews.  People stopped singing and started screaming, and they ran out of the church.  Jesus threw over the offering and said, “My house will be a house of prayer, but you have made it a den of thieves.”

“Now wait a minute,” the pastor said, “we spend the first three hours of every church service getting down and doing the boogie for you.  We feed the homeless on the streets.  We do missions trips, and we have small groups.  How dare You call us a den of thieves.”

Jesus starred him in the eye and said, “You rob people of the gospel.  You rob people of the truth.  You rob people of wisdom.  You rob people of love.  You rob people of friendship.  You rob people of fellowship.  You rob people of salvation.  You rob people of prayer.  Most importantly, you rob people of Me.”

“Come on, Jesus,” the pastor said.  “You watched us as we were getting down and doing the boogie for you.”

Jesus replied, “You get down and do the boogie not for Me but for yourselves.  Your church services are about entertaining people and not preaching the Word.  Many of the people getting down and doing the boogie on Sundays do not obey my commandments.  Many of the people that you entertain hate people, and they hate My words.  They hate Me.  They are not here to have a relationship with Me or to hear the Word of God.  They are here thinking that they are fooling people that they are of Me.  You have made it your mission to give them what they desire.”

“But at least You see us feeding the homeless on the streets,” said the pastor.

“Yes,” said Jesus.  “You do that.  You keep them homeless.  You think that you are doing a great work by just feeding them, but you do not share my word with them nor do you help them get a better life.  Then you have those who attend and give to this church that you refuse to help.  You only help those who you think can benefit you.”

“You have seen our many mission trips,” said the pastor.

“I have,” said Jesus, “but your mission on these trips are about you and your church and not about the gospel.  They say that they want to help those in far away lands, but they refuse to help those in need in their own church.  Many go on these trips to have photo ops of themselves, yet they hate those who they see every day.  You use these mission trips as vacations for themselves funded by the church.  Instead of helping those in these far lands, they take their resources from them and use it for themselves.”

“But we also have small groups,” said the pastor.

“You do have small groups,” said Jesus.  “You say that the small groups help people connect to the church.  The problem with your small groups is that it is just that: small groups.  There are no friendships.  There is no fellowship.  There is no discipleship.  There is no biblical teaching.  It is just meeting once a week, and then you do not meet until the next meeting.”

“Do you have anything else bad to say about my church?” the pastor asked.

Jesus continued, “You have banned friendships in this church.  You banned people from having fellowship saying that Sunday morning and small groups is fellowship.  You make up reasons to keep people for meeting in My name saying that it is a sin.  You listen to your pastor buddies about how to run a church instead of listening to me.  You have all kinds of ministries for families, youth, children and young adults, but you hate the elderly, couples without children, and you hate those who are single.  Not only do you hate those who are single, you publicly mock them.  You also banned single men and women from getting together putting single men with men and single women with women.  Because I am single and never had married, you also hate Me and publicly mock Me.  As for the elderly, they are not the scum of the church but the heart of it.  They have seen much happen through their years and have great wisdom.  Let me remind you that many people you read about in the Bible did great things in their elderly ages, but you refuse to read the Bible.  Therefore, you are not aware of this.  You see certain people as useless to me, but I died and gave my life so that all can have life and have it more abundantly.  We created all man and woman in our image.  You see certain people as scum, you see Me and My Father and the Holy Spirit as scum.  You say that a great genocide must be done to vanquish these people, but you also vanquishing Me.  As I have shown you, this church is a den of thieves.”

The pastor replied, “You will never tell me what to do and how to run my church.  I run this church my way and only my way.”

Jesus was cast out of the church.  He continued on His way.

God, My Patience ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

God, my Patience,
my Stamina, My Fortitude
my heart for You . . .
is filled with deep gratitude.

For Your mercy gives me,
the willpower to run
each day the faithful race
so that it can be won.

God, My Endurance,
my Strength, my Tenacity
Your power gives me
resilience and vitality.

For You bring into my life,
the faith to trust in You
regardless of the situations
You may have me go through.

God, my Patience,
my Calm, my Perseverance
may You find me faithful . . .
upon Your reappearance!


Romans 8:25

But if we hope
for that we see not,
then do we with patience
wait for it.

Hebrews 10:36

For ye have need of patience,
that, after ye have done the
will of God, ye might receive
the promise.

King James Version
Public Domain

Copyright 2020
Deborah Ann Belka

~ to GOD be the

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Master of Symphony – #Poetry of the #NaturalWorld



Master of Sweet Symphony

Seraph of True Harmony

Beneath your twilight, gilded in green

Beyond Perspective
Irrelevant in-between

Master of Blithe Symphony

Elden Father of Tranquility

Resting quiet in the Peace of Yore

Silent in Reflection
Whispering more

Master of Luxurious Hush

Teacher of Mysteries, Lavish and Lush

Hidden within your velvet Memory

Wisdom Abandoned
Awaiting Discovery.





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Totally Surrendered ~

CHRISTian poetry ~ by deborah ann

Totally surrendered,
God wants it all
all that you have
nothing is too small.

You need to give Him,
all of your heart
He wants the whole of it
not just a tiny part.

Totally surrendered,
God wants to see
how much you want
like Jesus to be.

You need to submit,
to His perfect will
you must be willing
to wait and be still.

Totally surrendered,
God wants to know
how much you want
in Him to grow.

You have to let go,
of your selfish desires
you must be ready
for all He requires.

Totally surrendered,
God wants all of you
but you must want . . .
all of Him too!


Romans 12:1

“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by
the mercies of God, that ye present
your bodies a living sacrifice, holy,
acceptable unto God, which is your
reasonable service.”

King James Version
Public Domain


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Brimstone – #Poetry of Shadow and #Darkness in #ChallengingTimes



Brimstone shades

in shallow reverie,

In hallow whispers of broken chimes;

They speak of days beyond our grasp,

of tendrils of moments encompassing the norm,

But what is the norm?

Where does such a word lead?

What prophecy does it speak

when the Lights fall and shades of dim gloom steal across our path?


Lingering traces of echoing history,

Beyond the glimpses of imagining,

When time and trial and tenuous affection

for all we once knew and all we might ever know

come crashing down in calamitous peals

like tympanies of favored days,

now spiraling like blown out candles,

and all that once was Bright and Glimmering,

simmers in the cress of










Image by:  iStockphoto/Evan Austen

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