Bright Red in color, it would reflect, to a degree, the blood of our President who would later die at the Parkland Hospital Dallas.
Blood, death, and lies would haunt this tragedy in Dallas that November.
Even the Warren Commission could not figure all the details out.
We may never know the truth about our 35th President of these United States of America. This Warren Report remains the official account of the events surrounding Kennedy’s assassination.
It is the subject of ongoing scrutiny and analysis to date.
“Why all this talk about Dallas?”
That Mixmaster of freeway junctions and overpasses is part of my pathetic history as an addict, and an eventually convicted felon, in Texas. My last arrest was on South Industrial Boulevard and R.L. Thornton Freeway, near Downtown Dallas.
Dallas.
Death in its history, and my death to self and all the spiritual luggage I carried in 1971 through 1977.
Why do humans try and cover up our pasts?
Like the Warren Commission, all the lies and secrets surrounding a President’s death, linger on into what seems like forever.
We cover up because of what Ezekiel tried to explain in Chapter 33: 10-16.
“Therefore you, O son of man, say to the house of Israel: Thus, you say, if our transgressions and our sins lie upon us, and we pine away in them, how can we then live? Say to them: ‘As I live,’ says the Lord God, ‘I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but that the wicked turn from his way and live. Turn, turn from your evil ways! For why should you die, O house of Israel?’”
PINE AWAY:
“To become progressively weaker, thinner, or less healthy, especially due to sadness, grief, or longing for someone or something. It implies a gradual decline in physical or emotional well-being caused by intense yearning or despair. To become frail or sick.”
Yes. I was sick of my life before Christ came in and saved me.
I was frail in my addiction.
I was yearning in my despair of sadness and pain from my mother dying and my daddy being murdered.
I pined away my life.
Better put, “I pawned my life away without a deadline to pay.”
Like in a real pawn shop, we need cash for a temporary bill to pay, yet sometimes we forget to pay back this loan, and we lose our valuable item. Be it a watch or ring. Or a precious locket made of Gold.
I pawned my dead father’s wedding ring for drug money. Never got it back because of my selfishness and greed to get high.
It was on his left-hand ring finger. He was in his casket at the funeral home.
I gazed at that ring, and the bandage on what was left of his head from the fatal gunshot wound.
As his aged-spotted hands were across each other, cold and still, I saw his wedding ring.
His covenant reminder to my dead mother.
How could I do such a thing?
Addiction.
Pawned away a memory.
Gave up his ring for my covenant with a death sentence.
His ring. My loss.
He would never know the depth of my addictions.
I was glad later in life, knowing he and my mother were spared from seeing their youngest son.
Little Joe.
The mixed-up boy, serving a Master of Disguise.
Satan.
So many of us seek peace and find turmoil at the end of the assassination attempt of our souls.
The problem is not the shooter on the sixth floor of the Dallas School Book Depository in Dallas in 1963.
We carried our own spiritual rifle. The rifle of our rejections of life.
We loaded the bullet, a 6.5mm round in the chamber of our Italian- made rifle, like Lee Harvey Oswald had.
We pulled the trigger.
We did it in our spiritual coma we had before we knew Jesus as our Savior.
What will it take for us to turn from our wicked ways like Ezekiel pointed out to the House of Israel?
God said He has no pleasure in the death of the wicked.
When we find ourselves on the wrong road, or freeway (the mix master), in this life, we end up in bad places and experience devastating losses.
If we go too far down this overpass of ocular blindness, we endanger our very life and our future eternity.
It is a real life or death situation for many of us.
Just think about a drug addict like I was, for example.
One time too many. Too much of the pure Meth I was putting into my veins mixed with L.S.D., or the combination of Thorazine, a psychosis-preventing narcotic, mixed with beer.
I did this.
My one time too many came, and I overdosed and almost died.
I look back now and realize it was truly Jesus Christ who stopped my self-inflicted bullets I shot at myself with my own rifle of renowned refuse in my wicked heart.
My attempt at trying to repudiate my claim on life was dead upon arrival.
I denied the truth about my addictions.
Have you and I gone too far in our sins?
If you must ask that question about yourself, then there is hope.
Worrying if you have gone past the point of no return, is a good thing. At least you are capable of the thought about going too far.
If you have not gone too far, then you are alive.
Too far is death.
Physically, yes.
There are worse consequences to our mix master of continual driving down the road with no end in sight.
There is an end. An end of all life as we know it. Here on Earth.
Spiritual death.
Without Christ as your Savior and Lord, death of the body is an actual grave.
Death of the Spirit is eternal.
An endless grave you will suffer in for eternity.
It is your choice.
When God says that “I would have none perish, but all come to repentance” (2 Peter 3: 9, part), this scripture means business.
Eternal business.
All means all.
Every human being has and will have an opportunity to hear the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
“And this Gospel of the Kingdom will be preached in all the world as a witness to all the nations, and then the end will come.”
Matthew 24: 14
Jesus spoke these words.
I go back to our 35th President.
Did he know Jesus as his Savior?
What about famous others we know from history?
Martin Luther King assassinated as well.
Yes, he proclaimed Jesus as Savior, and beyond in his speech called “I have a dream.”
What does your dream look like today?
Is it a dream and a hope for your future, or is it a living nightmare that never seems to end?
Time.
Tick- Tock.
I know this one thing; this one thing is all that really matters.
I know, without a shadow of doubt, if I died before this letter is finished, I will be in Heaven with Jesus my Savior.
Confidence in me? NO.
My confidence is in the Bible and the Words in it.
I repented.
I continue to repent when needed.
I sometimes make it a whole day without something stupid I say or do that needs forgiveness from God.
I am human, not a robot.
Dallas Texas used to be a place of sorrow for me.
I did all my crimes in that general area back in 1974-1976.
I don’t live in my past any longer.
It is because of Jesus I found the road to life. I got off the freeway of foolishness and found the overpass to eternity.
It is because of His Blood I can proclaim I am Born again.
Mix master?
Perhaps it is time for us to stop, look and listen to the Spirit of God.
He will answer you and me. It is His promise to us.
“My sheep know MY voice, and they follow Me.”
What voice do you listen to?
My mix master was a web of sin and rebellion, with a dead-end street at the end.
Our mix master can be a road that leads to life.
Go ahead and, if you must, get lost on the freeway of life. Not all roads lead to eternity.
Only one.
His name is Jesus, and He is waving at you every time you stop at the next exit.
You will never be able to say, you did not hear the Gospel after reading this letter.
It is a letter of love from a man who knows pain.
I hit every possible roadblock in life.
I did it to myself.
I am now free.
No more mixed-up thoughts, because my Master is Jesus the Christ.
Our mix masters must be sorted out before it is too late.
Look at the road you are on.
Go find a Bible; it is the best roadmap for your life you will ever need.
In fact, it is the only map you will find that leads to the right eternal destination.
Heaven.
And if you read it, you will find the right exit ramp.
It begins with believing on the Lord Jesus Christ.
He is flagging you down now.
Do not run that red light. Stop and breathe.
Remember, we are all only one heartbeat from eternity.
Can you feel your heartbeat?
I feel mine.
It belongs to Him.
He gave me air to breathe.
He is the air I live on.
My days are numbered. So are yours.
Stop, Look, and Listen.
Copyright © 2025 by Joe Wilkins
