“Looking to help Hurricane Harvey victims? Beware of scams”

My comment: It’s plain despicable that there are sickos out there scamming people out of money, people who aren’t affected by the hurricane but want to help/aid those who are affected. Such scammers are evil and are proof that people aren’t basically good inside.
You can try to help those hurricane victims but beware sickos’ scams preying on unsuspecting people especially during such times of disasters.

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“Looking to help Hurricane Harvey victims? Beware of scams”

“Thanksgiving Came and Went” written by me.

11/26/16
Written by me.
Prose

“Thanksgiving Came and Went”

Thanksgiving has come and gone
And what have we on it done?
It came and passed so quickly
And what have we done with it?

To some it’s just another day,
To others it’s really a holiday,
To some it’s a waste of time and money,
To others it’s time and money well spent.

Thanksgiving came and went
But how many of us really spent
The day giving thanks, really giving thanks
And not doing everything else more.

Do we thank too little
And complain too much?
What are we thankful for?
Do we just want more and more?

Do we take too much for granted?
Do we think we deserve the best?
Do we feel empty inside trying to hide
That feeling by pretending we’re okay?

Some just want Thanksgiving to be over,
That it’ll end as quickly as it began?
Do we have so little to be thankful for?
Do we only think of thankfulness on Thanksgiving?

If we have something to eat,
If we have somewhere to sleep,
If we have something to wear,
Let us be grateful, let us be thankful.

We don’t need the best things
To have a reason to be thankful,
Whether we have a little or a lot,
For every thing we should be thankful.

Ungratefulness is not a virtue,
It’s nothing good, it’s a problem to deal with.
A thankless heart is cold and unhappy
But a thankful heart is warm and happy.

Thank God for all the good He has done;
Thank the Lord for all that He has given;
Thank the Lord, all who are far and near,
He has given, He has blessed, He’s to be praised.

Any day can be used for thanking,
Whether it’s thanking God
Or thanking a friend or stranger,
Just don’t forget to be thankful.

Little acts of kindness,
Sincere words of thanks,
Just by that the world will seem
To be better, brighter, friendlier.

Thanksgiving passed and here we are
Back to the routine, back to the usual,
But we don’t have to forget to be thankful;
We can all be more thankful, I believe.

What are you thankful for?
What are you grateful for?
There can’t be nothing,
There’s surely something.

Maybe you think it a little thing to thank anyone,
Maybe you don’t see Providence, that is, God, at work
But believe it, God was and is and will be,
Remember all that happened to you until now.

Don’t let days pass without remembering
To thank people for the good they do for you,
To thank God that you’re alive,
Thank God for all that you have.

Thanksgiving has come and gone
And we will move on to Christmas
But let us not forget to be thankful
Today, tomorrow, or any other day.
. . .
Glory to God Alone.

“What Christmas Means to Me,” by C.S. Lewis.

“What Christmas Means to Me,” by C.S. Lewis.

Three things go by the name of Christmas. One is a religious festival. This is important and obligatory for Christians; but as it can be of no interest to anyone else,
I shall naturally say no more about it here. The second (it has complex historical
connections with the fist, but we needn’t go into them) is a popular holiday, an
occasion for merry-making and hospitality. If it were my business to have a “view”
on this, I should say that I much approve of merry-making. But what I approve of
much more is everybody minding his own business. I see no reason why I should
volunteer views as to how other people should spend their own money in their own
leisure among their own friends. It is highly probable that they want my advice on
such matters as little as I want theirs. But the third thing called Christmas is unfortunately everyone’s business.
I mean of course the commercial racket. The interchange of presents was a very
small ingredient in the older English festivity. Mr. Pickwick took a cod with him to
Dingley Dell; the reformed Scrooge ordered a turkey for his clerk; lovers sent love
gifts; toys and fruit were given to children. But the idea that not only all friends but
even all acquaintances should give one another presents, or at least send one another
cards, is quite modern and has been forced upon us by the shopkeepers. Neither of
these circumstances is in itself a reason for condemning it. I condemn it on the following grounds.
1. It gives on the whole much more pain than pleasure. You have
only to stay over Christmas with a family who seriously try to “keep”
it (in its third, or commercial aspect) in order to see that the thing is
a nightmare. Long before December 25th everyone is worn out—
physically worn out by weeks of daily struggle in overcrowded shops,
mentally worn out by the effort to remember all the right recipients
and to think out suitable gifts for them. They are in no trim for
merry-making; much less (if they should want to) to take part in a
religious act. They look far more as if there had been a long illness in
the house.
2. Most of it is involuntary. The modern rule is that anyone can force
you to give him a present by sending you a quite unprovoked present of his own. It is almost a blackmail. Who has not heard the wail
of despair, and indeed of resentment, when, at the last moment, just
as everyone hoped that the nuisance was over for one more year, the
unwanted gift from Mrs. Busy (whom we hardly remember) flps
unwelcomed through the letter-box, and back to the dreadful shops
one of us has to go?
3. Things are given as presents which no mortal ever bought for
himself—gaudy and useless gadgets, “novelties” because no one was
ever fool enough to make their like before. Have we really no better
use for materials and for human skill and time than to spend them
on all this rubbish?
4. The nuisance. For after all, during the racket we still have all our
ordinary and necessary shopping to do, and the racket trebles the
labour of it.
We are told that the whole dreary business must go on because it is good for trade.
It is in fact merely one annual symptom of that lunatic condition of our country,
and indeed of the world, in which everyone lives by persuading everyone else to buy
things. I don’t know the way out. But can it really be my duty to buy and receive
masses of junk every winter just to help the shopkeepers? If the worst comes to the
worst I’d sooner give them money for nothing and write it off as a charity. For nothing? Why better for nothing than for a nuisance.

From “God in the Dock—Essays on Theology and Ethics” by C. S. Lewis.