When Life Came to a Screeching Halt :: By Jim Towers

The title to this article sounds like the title of an apocalyptic horror film. It is nighttime; shouting ensues from the crowds of young people rioting in the streets and gets ever louder as they march toward us carrying weapons and bricks. Overturned police cars are burning on the streets. This true-to-life movie is made up of highly dramatic scenes depicting sirens blaring from emergency vehicles and red and blue flashing lights. The police are lined up shoulder to shoulder with shields and truncheons as they make their way toward the terrorists.

On a side street, several young black thugs are pummeling a helpless old wheelchair-bound woman who happens to be white. A man wearing a Covid mask steps into the scene, and having seen enough, pulls a handgun from behind his waistband and begins blasting away at the thugs who fall backward dead – one after another. The scene is reminiscent of a scene from the movie “Death Wish” starring Charles Bronson, screened in the late sixties.

But wait a minute before you protest this scene. This isn’t a scene from a movie; it is a scene from actual real life. The silent majority has had it and is fighting back with pent-up fury; retaliation can’t be far behind, and civil war is beginning to look likely.

Reality and the book of Revelation have converged, and now the book of Revelation doesn’t seem too farfetched as it once was. It’s as if we – the present generations – are smack dab in the middle of the prophecies of that ominous book.

Not only has reality and the book of Revelation converged but politics and Christianity have merged as well with all-out spiritual warfare in the offing. Grey areas have all but diminished, and now it’s “in your face” confrontation where right is wrong, and wrong is right, and there is no God.

With the presidential election coming up, we can expect chaos to escalate even further with the prompting and encouragement of Godless Democrats. The presidential election is only three months away, and they are determined to win at all costs, even with lawless distractions.

The newspapers – or what’s left of them, are phasing out because of their outright lies and inability to report the facts and, instead, have been infiltrated by hard-left writers seeking fame and fortune by reporting “politically correct” propaganda or even outright lies.

In the meantime, earthquakes, tsunamis, drought, floods, and famine are destroying whole communities and threaten to destroy a third of mankind while another third twiddles their thumbs in fear. The final third lives under a rock and couldn’t care less about the state of the nation or anyone else. They only want football season to finally open. But as of yesterday, the football season has been put off again because of a phantom virus (Covid19) relapse.

Common sense tells us that these things have always been and are self-correcting in time, but never in the life of the planet has everything gone out of whack at once.

The only explanation is that there IS a Creator (God) who is very angry with mankind for taking His commandments so lightly. Commandments are not just suggestions to disregard on a whim, and He gave them to us for our own good. But not only that, He gave us the capability to engage in the creative process by making babies, babies that we take for granted and kill by the tens of thousands every year – and they are a precious gift given to us by Him. Anyone would be greatly offended if you gave them a gift and you threw it away like so much garbage. What an atrocity! What an afront to our benevolent and gracious Creator!

In reality, there is no other reason needed to destroy mankind. But God is longsuffering and going about salvaging those who will turn to Him in repentance. Perhaps that is why He doesn’t just destroy mankind completely. Perhaps our Divine Creator is letting these disasters happen to us to get our attention so that we might repent. It appears that we have done too little too late to be granted a reprieve and He had no option but to fulfill biblical prophecies of doom in our lifetimes.

If God is who He says He is in the Bible, then He can and will do as He sees fit; and so far, He isn’t moving to alleviate our fear of the future. And who can blame Him? We have no one to blame but ourselves for ignoring His admonitions and basic life rules. Furthermore, even pastors and clergy are wishy-washy in their belief system and find loopholes in scripture for not calling for repentance from the pulpit, they themselves needing it just as much as the congregants.

Our desperate prayers are falling on deaf ears. God has seen enough, and now it’s every man for himself individually – no more national repentance.

Although small revivals are beginning to take place throughout the world, it seems that God is going forward with prophetic scripture incrementally, but a man would have to be blind not to see the pieces of the prophetic puzzle coming together.

Even though we know the things prophesied in the Bible must happen, we must do our best to stem the tide of evil. Pedophilia should never be right. Abortion should never be right, except for early delivery in certain cases. Homosexuality should never be right. Murder should never be right – neither should theft, yet we permit, condone and embrace those things that are bringing our country to its collective knees while we should be using the windows of opportunity that we still have to warn others of their need of a Savior before that opportunity fades away – never to be seen again.

With permission from this wonderful website, I would like to remind you that this is an election year and that the state of our nation is at stake. The Godless Democrats are going to do all they can to tear this country down and hand it over to Islam and the Communist Party. It’s never enough to just pray; we must put feet on our prayers and do what we can to stem the tide of corruption and vote for who and what is right.


I just finished reading a great book titled American Crusade by Pete Hegseth. This man is right about all the evil that’s going on in our country and believes – like I do – that all right-thinking people should do what they can to stem the present tide of corruption for the sake of our children and grandchildren.


Jim Towers

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Orphans in the Storm :: By Jim Towers

As most of you already know, I am an avid reader of non-fiction books. There are two reasons for this. One is that you can always learn something from them, and the other is that truth is often stranger than fiction.

In any case, I bought another book from our fantastic library system of five of them scattered throughout Collier county. In looking through the available books, I found one that was about an orphan boy who fought in the Second World War at the age of fifteen. I knew it was self-published because of the unpolished prose and misspelled words. Nevertheless, I liked the cover photo of the main character in the aged sepia-colored army photo. About midway through, I found out his daughter had helped him get his story together; and an interesting one it is.

At three years old he was abandoned to an orphanage by his non-caring teenaged mother who was just trying to stay alive during the Great Depression, she herself having been an orphan and having borne him out of wedlock.

In spite of the inconsistencies (which I tried to overlook), the story was compelling, and I began to see it as an exercise in psychology.

His story is one of an overcomer who became a soldier at the age of fifteen and fought in Second World War. He also told little stories about having overcome life’s adversities. I suspect that this was the gist of his story, as he rambled a lot.

As I read with an open mind, I began to fully understand that everyone has a story to tell, and the plots are endless – each one unique to the individual.

Since reading that book, I’ve begun to see my “friends” at the fishing pier as lost orphans floundering in the vast sea of life.

The Naples pier opened recently from the Covid lockdown, and I went for the second time since it first opened. The first time, no one was there. Today, however, nearly everyone was there: Bill, Adrian and his wife, Nelson, Joe, and Jimmy. Frank and Mel were missing. Most were huddled in the shade, under the shelter at the end of the pier – since the day was yet another scorcher.

I said my hellos to everyone and began making my rounds individually. First was Joe, probably one of the best fishermen on the pier – a man who studies the tides, water temperature, wind, and other factors before casting his line. Joe is a former baseball player who played with some of the greats of the game in the minors. Today he goes around with constant pain and takes Ibuprofen daily – I fear for his overuse of this liver-destroying medication. He appeared to be happy to see me since the others despise his fishing prowess and rarely talk to him. Joe knows what I’m all about, but he never wants to talk about the things of God, changing the subject whenever I begin talking about Him.

Jimmy is the angry one of the crowd and is always complaining about something or someone – a racist to the core. He is the first one I greeted from afar as I approached the group of guys sitting in the shade under the canopy. “Hey, Jimmy… How ya doin?”

Startled, Jimmie looked up and greeted me with a weak smile, something he seldom does to anyone. But I did that to make him feel important. To God – everyone is important, and I know that. I feel sorry for him. Who knows why he has such pent-up anger? What a terrible way to live.

As I sat down next to Bill, I said hi to Adrian, a fellow from Romania whom I’m just getting to know, and Nelson, the quiet one, who seldom converses with anyone and appears to be hiding something. Either that or he is very insecure. Whistling all the time, he reminds me of a song I heard as a child about whistling in the dark when you’re afraid.

Bill, a man in his sixties, is a former writer for a music magazine as well as a drummer who played with various rock bands during the seventies. He was born into a privileged family and was Phi Beta Kapa during his University years; but somewhere along the line, he crossed over to using drugs – even though he initially aspired to become a medical doctor. Since he knows the entertainment business, we can talk about films and music endlessly.

Bill is morbidly obese due to health problems, and I often offer him a ride home. Even though he only lives a few blocks away, it must be a struggle to get to and from the pier daily. I knew he had been a hard-core atheist and leftist in the past, but I felt that he just didn’t know any better because of the drugs he was abusing. It didn’t take long for him to open up to me because the other guys just looked at him as an oddball and avoided engaging him in any meaningful conversation. I witness to him all the time.

Our friendship grows stronger each time we meet, and I’ve even gone so far as praying for the poor soul in the car on one of our trips to his apartment. The last time I even gave him my cell number and for him to call me if he ever needed to go the doctor, or needed anything 24/7.

Insofar as my faith is concerned, he’s learned to accept it and is happy to have my company.

The one thing they all have in common is that they are like the orphan I mentioned earlier. I see flawed characters everywhere I look, and I can sympathize with each and every one of them on some level since each of us is looking for condolence, peace of mind and assurance that everything is going to be ok. We are like children on ships tossed about in this often-turbulent sea of life, or like orphans in the storm and are incapable of saving ourselves…. We all need a Father figure – a person who cares, and a Savior as well.

Jesus is the Way, the Truth, and the Life…. Try Him; you’ll be glad you did.


Jim Towers

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