My name is David Daniel Ball. Professionally, I’m a math teacher. But I’m here today because I love God, wish to serve God and God is moving in my life. I’m rich, but I don’t have monetary wealth. I’m not here for myself, but I hope that I can show you who God is in my life, and who He may be in your life. I’m going to ask you to read the letters from John, in the Bible. Not right now, but later. Maybe you will read them prayerfully on your own. Maybe you will read them and share them in fellowship. As you do so, I want you to remember an often misunderstood statement: “God is love.”
God is love.
I was raised as an atheist by parents who trained me to distrust God and spit in His eye. People could tell me about God and I could tell them why they were stupid. God cannot build a bridge He could not cross. That is a language creation designed to exploit ultimates. An infinitely strong deity who can create all things, must be able to create anything. Including a bridge that cannot be crossed. And be able to cross that bridge, meaning they could not build that bridge. Such a God could not possibly exist.
God is love.
God is love is an expression used by God’s enemies to discredit God. The puritan Cromwell, leading his Ironsides as Lord Protector of England over 400 years ago had a siege cannon at Ireland’s town of Drogheda with the words on the cannon’s lips. The cannon broke the defences and Cromwell ordered no quarter given to the inhabitants.
God is love.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer was a Christian who stood up to Hitler’s Nazis and policy. He wasn’t violent. He spoke persuasively. He was faithful to God and so Hitler ordered him killed. Dietrich could have recanted publicly, and kept his views private, like others did. But Dietrich stood on conscience.
God is love.
God is love. I cannot tell you precisely what those words mean to you. I can share a bit of what they mean to me. I was weak after I first became a Christian. I was angry. I achieved much with hubris. And I found enemies, because I looked for enemies, not for friends. In anger, I made enemies at work, and at home. But there are things I wanted in my life I could not get from enemies. I had not understood God is Love.
God is love.
There are things I wanted in my life and they never happened. I could point the finger at others, but it was because I was so angry. I wanted family. I wanted a career. I wanted to build things and to be able to look back with satisfaction at my personal achievements, or those of my family. And every opportunity passed.
God is love.
God is love. He gave me things I wanted. But, not in a traditional order. After I lost my career, I was using social media and happened on a foreign girl wanting help with English. I worked with her online, encouraging her to come to Australia and go to university here. She needed a little help, and someone to share her journey. And for a time, I could call Tammy ‘my daughter.’ And now she has a degree, a good man as a husband and she has started her family. God is love.
God is love.
I had wanted to raise children, to be there when they were vulnerable, and point the way to God. I was living in a share house and an Ice addict went berserk and wanted to kill me. A stranger I met on social media invited me to rent a room in his home. I spent some five years with his young family. I did not have skills I needed to work with young kids. But they taught me. And now I dream of the day I can share stories with them when they are adults.
God is love.
After reading the bible, I read it again. Then I read it aloud and shared the video on Youtube. Then Rumble after Youtube shadow banned me. Then I found 365 common bible quotes and wrote about the background and history to them. I wanted to find out about God.
God is love.
I was driven to understand who God is after a dream I had had as an atheist child. It was one of those dreams where you feel you can fly or float. And I felt beset by evil. But, I entered a sanctuary, stone cave. I found a throne room and behind the throne room I sensed loved ones from my family I had never known, and a sister who had passed a year earlier. I begged God, whom I realised had authority, to stay. And he said I had not yet known him, but he would send me back for when I would know Him. God is love
God is love.
My sister, Pam, had died of natural causes, but as a younger girl I’d hurt her terribly. Dinner was being cooked in the kitchen. Pam was allowed to stand on a stool and stir some potato we were boiling. I had wanted to help too, but I felt she would never let me. I grabbed the stool from beneath her, and she fell, spilling the scalding water over herself, including her foot. Doctors needed to cut away her shoe and sock and Pam had permanent scars from that tragedy I caused. What had I done to Pam? Years passed, but she got sicker from kidney disease. She was twelve years old when she was offered a transplant in 1977. In 1978, her body rejected the transplant and she knew she was dying. She asked my mother for permission, and wondered what would become of her. Mother told her she believed she would be reincarnated in a better body, that she deserved. I remember thinking that my mother did not believe that. Pam died in the evening of Valentines Day 1978, age 13 at New York’s Albert Einstein Hospital. A year later, in a dream, I felt her in heaven with God. God is love.
God is love.
God gave us life. During that time, we can choose Him. We can choose life. But our life is our time to choose. When we die, our choice is fixed. There is a bridge God cannot cross. Yet God gave us his son, Jesus. Jesus has crossed that bridge God would not. Now we live in a time where we are God’s chosen, thanks to Jesus. Our task is no longer to lead blameless lives for His salvation, but to accept Jesus into our lives and through our embrace of Jesus, our choices become possible to obtain salvation, which is eternal life with God. Not that God welcomes our sin (a bridge he will not cross), but God will accept that which Jesus allows through his sacrifice on the cross.
God is love
I do not know what that means to you. But, I exhort you to read those three letters from John. And remember, God is love.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet
That's the jingle bell rock
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bell chime in jingle bell time
Dancin' and prancin' in Jingle Bell Square
In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go glidin' in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jinglin' feet
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle bell
That's the jingle...
David Daniel Ball calls himself the Conservative Voice.
I'm a teacher with three decades experience teaching math to high school kids.I also work with first graders and kids in between first grade and high school. I know the legends of why Hypatia's dad is remembered through his contribution to Math theory. And I know the legend of why followers of Godel had thought he had disproved God's existence.
I'm not a preacher, but I am a Christian who has written over 28 books all of which include some reference to my faith. Twelve blog books on world history and current affairs, detailing world events , births and marriages on each day of the year, organised by month. Twelve books on the background to and history of Bible Quotes. One Bible quote per day for a year. An intro to a science fiction series I'm planning, post apocalyptic cyber punk. An autobiography with short story collections.
I'm known in Australia for my failure as a whistleblower over the negligence death of a school boy. ...
In Tanami’s red sands where spinifex grows,
Where waterholes gleam ‘neath the sun’s golden glare,
Lived Yaparla, sweet maid, with a heart pure as snow,
Her kindness a light in the desert so bare.
Her father, a wise man, kept songs for the land,
To guard the soak’s waters where life held its sway.
But drought gripped the earth with a merciless hand,
And he sought a new spring to ease their dismay.
Deep in a gorge where the rocks hid the sky,
He found a clear pool with fish dancing free.
But a voice shook the stones with a thunderous cry,
“Who steals my sweet water without leave of me?”
Out slid the Wanyarra, half-man, half a snake,
His scales flashed like opals, his eyes cold with pain.
“For your kin’s life,” he hissed, “one price I must take—
Send Yaparla to me, or your land drinks no rain.”
The father returned, his heart heavy with woe,
And told his dear daughter the serpent’s demand.
“I’ll go,” said Yaparla, her voice soft and low,
“For my people, my country, I’ll walk that red sand.”
She came to the gorge with her digging stick strong,
Singing songs of her kin ‘neath ...
AI adapted
To adapt the story of Bambi to the Dreamtime of Warlpiri culture in the Tanami Desert, we’ll reimagine the tale with respect for Warlpiri storytelling traditions, cosmology, and the desert environment. The Dreamtime (Jukurrpa) is a sacred framework where ancestral beings shape the land, law, and life, so Bambi’s journey will reflect Warlpiri values like kinship, connection to country, and survival in harmony with nature. I’ll keep the essence of Bambi—a young creature’s growth amid loss and discovery—while grounding it in the Tanami’s ecology and Warlpiri worldview. Since Bambi is a specific narrative, I’ll translate its core themes rather than reproduce the original text verbatim, ensuring cultural sensitivity. The story will be concise yet vivid, as requested.
Bambi in the Jukurrpa of the Tanami
In the Jukurrpa, when the Tanami Desert glowed under the first stars, the ancestral beings shaped the land. From the spinifex and red sand, they formed Jampijinpa, a young red ...
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Content from listening to podcasters Hunley and Groubert of America's Untold Stories. They tell it better than me
Folk Song: "The Ballad of Lee Harvey Oswald"
Verse 1
Oh, Lee Harvey Oswald, a man they did frame,
The deep state and CIA, they tarnished his name.
They said he went to Mexico, a lie they did spin,
While he fought for his service, his honor within.
Chorus
Sing for Lee Oswald, innocent and bold,
Framed by the shadows, a story untold.
With courage he stood, though the truth they denied,
A patriot’s heart in a nation that lied.
Verse 2
On that dark day in Dallas, they said he shot Tippit,
Left a wallet behind, but the tale didn’t fit.
Arrested with his own in hand, the proof was right there,
But the deep state kept spinnin’ their web of despair.
Chorus
Sing for Lee Oswald, innocent and bold,
Framed by the shadows, a story untold.
With courage he stood, though the truth they denied,
A patriot’s heart in a nation that lied.
Verse 3
They trained him in Russian, sent him off to the East,
A ...
