there was a guy named Bo Ko

In a town where shadows often play,

Lived Bo Ko, whose words would sway,

With a glare that could chill the warmest day,

He ruled his world in a harsh, blunt way.

Mean-spirited, his tone would cut,

Through any joy, his rants would rut,

Confrontation was his daily fare,

In every quarrel, he'd lay bare.

Bossy commands, he'd always shout,

In every room, he'd strut about,

With anger flaring in his eyes,

He'd storm through life with heated cries.

Though military's allure he'd extol,

No service of his own was his goal,

Yet the weight of his father's pride,

Fueled his ire, none could hide.

His father's tales of battles grand,

Guided Bo's harsh, heavy hand,

In every speech, the echoes roared,

Of a legacy he never swore.

He rode on tales of might and fear,

A soldier's son, though not sincere,

And through his rage and bossy might,

A heart lay hidden from the light.

"Holland is officially a HeartSafe Community"

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In a town called Holland, 

where joy would freely flow,

Lived a man named Bob Ko, quite the show.

Like the Stooges' scheme in Christmas lore,

He stole the cheer, then asked for more.

With a grin so sly, he took the lights,

And left behind the festive nights.

He hid the stars, and dimmed the tree,

As if he’d claim the joy for free.

But hearts were warm despite his plot,

For Christmas spirit couldn’t be bought.

The townsfolk sang with voices bright,

And Bob Ko, we pray, saw the true delight.

In the end, we pray, 

he learned the Christmas cheer,

Is shared in love, not held near.

the back story

 some time ago I was going thru seminary, getting educated to become some sort of Servant of God: maybe a church pastor, missionary, evangelist, etc. .. I didn't have a specific vision at the time... I started out growing up in west Michigan .. Christian home, CHristian schools, Christian Reformed to be exact, .. son of a pastor, and grandson of a pastor. Lucky me. or maybe not. just kiddin. .. I tried to run from my calling .. I didn't want to go into CHristian ministry. I saw the pain it caused the families of the pastor father ... but I knew that was no excuse.. but it took a while.. eventually I grudgingly accepted my call .. finished college.. actually tried other careers first, that I thought would be good enough to please God, .. but he kept bringing me back to formal ministry training..eventually went to Calvin Sem, ..and later Fuller SEm.. started my own ministry-- figured I would be a CHristian evanglist rather than the church route.. I wanted to save souls, not do funerals and weddings and one sermon on Sunday, etc. At that time I was still protestant inclined. I didn't know about the Catholic church yet --and that they have daily mass. For a priest, it could be x7 per week. I discovered Catholicism later. Now I call myself a pro-cath-ordox (protestant, catholic, orthodox_) . Anyways, as I started the ministry I began sending out DVD's I made , various topics, lots of pictures usually -- maybe of a missionary trip here or there, etc. These were sent out in bulk to people I remembered from church, school, etc, even extended family members. I also travelled extensively, even handing out pocket Bibles and Gospel tracts along the way- again in bulk-- not targeting one individual or family necessarily. It's like throwing bread crumbs to the birds. Many of these people I reached were already Christian by the way. I wasn't thinking they were "lost sheep." Anyways, every now and then a recipient of my bulk mail would erroneously think I was sending material only to them, specifically for them -, sort of a paranoia. The response I received from this individual shown here -is one of those- who responded angrily to nothing offensive. Unless the Good News is offensive. But whether or not a person likes the mail they receive, most of the time it's just a matter of throwing it away if they so choose. Or ignoring it. Forgetting about it. I wasn't sending repeat unwanted mail. I think I may have sent 2 at the very most 3 items over the course of a few years to this individual. And you can see how this individual responded. And I still have NOT read them because I immediately sensed and realized that this was angry mail intended to hurt me deeply, without cause. And it feels so angry that its toxic. I had to find a way to disseminate this- not just toss it. But pray over it, and especially pray for the sender. There's some unresolved issues. Pray for peace for this indivdiual. I know the family of course- and their history. And we've always loved and cared for them. I hope this will help start the healing - not that I am going to send him anything further or even alert him about this website. I hope that those of you who come across this will pray for the person I call "Bob Ko" (not real name), and his family. Just pray for healing and peace, and the love of Christ. 

i never read these either, but I pray for the sender

kcart setelha , acirfa, notrehta, pmurt 4.30.24 🙏✝️

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Beginning PRAYER for exorcism of #BobKo 4.29.24

In the Powerful Name of Jesus of Nazareth, through His tremendous power as God and through His most powerful and salvific Name, I rebuke, repudiate, bind, and cast out all evil spirits,( including the demons of anger, rage, & abusiveness)

I command all of you evil ones, in the Name of Jesus, to depart right now from #BobKo and go immediately and directly to the foot of the cross of Jesus and never return.

O Most Holy Spirit, fill all the empty spaces left by the evil spirits with your presence and love. I consecrate #BobKo entirely to you, O most Blessed Trinity, through the intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Amen.

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Put on the FULL

 ARMOR 🪖 of God✝️,

 so that you can 

take your Stand 

against the devil's 👿

schemes

          -Ephesians 6:11

Take 2

 All I want is peace, love, kindness, ... happiness and friendship... including with my family especially, but if anybody doesn't want this, that's their prerogative. We will abide as "strangers". 

When I started my ministry I just sent out random CD's announcing my purpose etc, Like anything you get in the mail, you can keep it and enjoy it, or toss it. I 've never seen such an outrageous , elaborate, angry reaction as this from a guy named Bob. 

ANd I still haven't read them. I didn't need to read a single word to know it's all anger and rage- nothing you want to have floating in your heart or mind. Like he decided to vent ALL his pent up bitterness towards me. Like the guy who kicks his dog at the end of the day because he's mad at the world. THe dog didn't do anything wrong. 

 i never read these, still haven't, but with a glance I sensed they are filled with anger, maybe even hate. I didn't know what to do or say, because I have done nothing to deserve such rage and anger .. they were put in a back box and forgotten about for many years... i think they are from 2006 .. now it is 2024 .. and I was cleaning out old files and came across them-- managed to avert my eyes from the words intending to cause hurt and pain. This is from a couple named Bob and Cindy- the writer at a glance is Bob or Robert. I remember when he was in college and our family would have him over for Sunday dinner. I was probably ten years old at the time. He was maybe 19 or 20. He was (is) a relative. THe only thing I ever did that I can think of that evoked anger, but was actually intended to cause laughter was when I sent them some correspondence and called them "Robb & Sally" . Bob is maybe about 10 years older than me.  So maybe he thought this was being "disrespectful" to him as an "elder" , although being ten years older in my mind hardly qualifies him as an elder, nor even elderly in 2006. MORE to come. I think I will make this some sort of sermon illustration, even artwork . You can read it. I never will. 

We are only discussing, in general, the problem with missionary kids and military kids. And this is not to say that any and all of MK's are a problem in general or that they have problems. It is simply to say that these "American kids" who grow up in other countries, sometimes have no real ROOTS in their home country. Sometimes they feel more affection for the country in which they were born and/or raised, even if they periodically returned to America. Sometimes they even feel more comfortable speaking the language of the country(s) in which they were raised, rather than English itself. Upon returning home for "sabbatical" on a periodic basis, they are often treated like little celebrities (especially the missionary kids as the missionary family goes from church to church to raise support for their mission; showing photos of themselves with the African people, or whatever mission field they are working in, could be Asia, Central America, etc ). And they also never really get tested in the American schools in terms of athletics and the normal ups and downs & rites of passage of American childhood. Sure, they still go to schools in their mission country; often elite schools for American families; and they take many of the same courses you might have in the USA schools; but they don't have the full, normal experience of american childhood. And then suddenly it's time for college and it's almost like they drop in like an alien by parachute with no history attached.  Kind of like the way Obama himself arrived in America - and into the Whitehouse. it was almost as if he was from somewhere else. 

Growing up in America, especially the continental USA itself, is more of a test of one's mettle. I had cousins who were military kids- and grew up in various countries, as well as periodically in various USA states. 

Then after dad had retired or they had grown up, they came back to live in Grand Rapids; but they had no history here/there. It was awkward. THey could be critical of everybody and everything without anybody being able to criticize them because we knew nothing of their true history, except what they self-report: how did they do in school ? We don't know beside that they graduated. How did they do in sports ? We don't know, unless they decide to tell us, and possible create fiction, like a fish story. Did they ever get in trouble ?  Bad habits ? No way to know, unless we observe them emerge over time now that they are here to stay. 

MK's have a LOT to OFFER from what they've experienced and learned out in the mission or military field, but too often they decide to return to the country where they are "from" but didn't grow up in and become armchair quarterbacks of it, and of us.

 One of my cousin's (a military kid) could not take any criticism at all. He wasn't used to being disciplined or judged. He could only dish it out. They are used to being celebrities of sorts. And with missionary kids there is often the added fiction of having "roughed it" in Africa or wherever.

 When I first visited a missionary family in Dominican Republic I was actually astonished as to how nice they actually had it. And I visited several missionary families in various countries since then. All of them lived in very nice spacious homes, and the kids were able to attend nice private schools. And there was access to resorts, etc. The myth of missionaries "roughing it" has always added to their celebrity status; but that's all it is in many cases: a myth.