Monday, May 28, 2007

~ Chuck The Blogster ~: Be There When Someone needs You

~ Chuck The Blogster ~: Be There When Someone needs You

I just loved this story, found on my friend, Chuck's blog. It will inspire you to be a better person, even if it is to sacrifice a few minutes or a few hours of your life, maybe to put a smile back on someone's face.

The Story of Jesus



The Story in Chapters

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Saturday, May 26, 2007

America Sells Out To/ For Satan

I don't know how many times, the name, "Satan" and all his aliases, were mentioned or I read, just today.
I think some people are actually catching on, to the dire significance of the name and his acts, hold and control of this nation alone.
Satan is mentioned numerous times in the Bible, is he not? Yet people tend to discard and discredit the name and the power Satan has. America is in the grips of a inside war and they don't even realize it.
Most people, when they think of Satan, think of some guy in a red suit with horns and a tail. Furthermore, they then conjure the notion of Satan as a mythical entity, they use and mention as a scare tactic for movies and such.
Satan is real and you need to be more aware of his power.
America was founded as, "One Nation Under God..." but Satan's emissaries and soldiers have managed to take that entire premise and twist, contort and strip it. In our desire to be Politically Correct, we sold our souls. We took prayer out of the school, we made it against the Law to have a statue of the 10 Commandments, nestled safely in Courthouse across the Nation. We no longer are sworn in, with the words, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God." We might offend somebody. Is that what's it's called to deny your God, "Offending someone?" Then I will be the most ignorant politically incorrect person alive because I would die with an exclamation that my God is King of Kings and Lord of Lords and there's nothing you will do about it.
You are letting Satan win, why can't you see this?
Cont'd...

2 Timothy 3

1BUT UNDERSTAND this, that in the last days will come (set in) perilous times of great stress and trouble [hard to deal with and hard to bear].

2For people will be lovers of self and [utterly] self-centered, lovers of money and aroused by an inordinate [greedy] desire for wealth, proud and arrogant and contemptuous boasters. They will be abusive (blasphemous, scoffing), disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy and profane.

3[They will be] without natural [human] affection (callous and inhuman), relentless (admitting of no truce or appeasement); [they will be] slanderers (false accusers, troublemakers), intemperate and loose in morals and conduct, uncontrolled and fierce, haters of good.

4[They will be] treacherous [betrayers], rash, [and] inflated with self-conceit. [They will be] lovers of sensual pleasures and vain amusements more than and rather than lovers of God.

5For [although] they hold a form of piety (true religion), they deny and reject and are strangers to the power of it [their conduct belies the genuineness of their profession]. Avoid [all] such people [turn away from them].

6For among them are those who worm their way into homes and captivate silly and weak-natured and spiritually dwarfed women, loaded down with [the burden of their] sins [and easily] swayed and led away by various evil desires and seductive impulses.

7[These weak women will listen to anybody who will teach them]; they are forever inquiring and getting information, but are never able to arrive at a recognition and knowledge of the Truth.

8Now just as [a]Jannes and Jambres were hostile to and resisted Moses, so these men also are hostile to and oppose the Truth. They have depraved and distorted minds, and are reprobate and counterfeit and to be rejected as far as the faith is concerned.(A)

9But they will not get very far, for their rash folly will become obvious to everybody, as was that of those [magicians mentioned].

10Now you have closely observed and diligently followed my teaching, conduct, purpose in life, faith, patience, love, steadfastness,

11Persecutions, sufferings--such as occurred to me at Antioch, at Iconium, and at Lystra, persecutions I endured, but out of them all the Lord delivered me.

12Indeed all who delight in piety and are determined to live a devoted and godly life in Christ Jesus will meet with persecution [will be made to suffer because of their religious stand].

13But wicked men and imposters will go on from bad to worse, deceiving and leading astray others and being deceived and led astray themselves.

14But as for you, continue to hold to the things that you have learned and of which you are convinced, knowing from whom you learned [them],

15And how from your childhood you have had a knowledge of and been acquainted with the sacred Writings, which are able to instruct you and give you the understanding for salvation which comes through faith in Christ Jesus [through the [b]leaning of the entire human personality on God in Christ Jesus in absolute trust and confidence in His power, wisdom, and goodness].

16Every Scripture is God-breathed (given by His inspiration) and profitable for instruction, for reproof and conviction of sin, for correction of error and discipline in obedience, [and] for training in righteousness (in holy living, in conformity to God's will in thought, purpose, and action),

17So that the man of God may be complete and proficient, well fitted and thoroughly equipped for every good work.

My Prayer


Lord, give me a moment of my life that has joy. I have been beat down, for so long. I ask for a time, where I may undo some of the wrong, try to make it right, to teach my children, the important things. Give me this time, please Heavenly Father.
Forgive me for all the things, I taught them, forgive me for harming my children and teaching them so many bad things, habits, traits. Give me the time to try to rectify the situation. Give me the means to do it. Let my book become successful, so people will understand and see, the other side of the coin. I want their eyes to be opened to compassion, empathy and understanding. Let it be successful and reach the masses. Then, once I have their attention, I will write of my Spiritual Journey and they will see that it was You, that held my hand and guided me through the fires. It was You Lord, who tempered me, tempered and taught. Let them see this. Let them let go of their religion and doctrine and focus on your will, not that of a money hungry and controlling church. Let them understand your will for them to have a charitable heart. Let them begin to see that you want them to love and see people through God's eyes and not judge. Let them begin to understand, that if they do not understand, they must pray for wisdom and understanding beyond what they see and judge.
Give them ears to hear and eyes to see. May the scales fall off. Let me be and help with this. Give me the time and help me to use it wisely.
Give me support Lord by placing your Angels around me and mine. I ask all this in Your Name. Amen

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Encouraging Words


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(¸.·´ (¸.·' ¤~ {"Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets, so love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it'd be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.}¤~ ♥


I've been having a hard time. My thoughts are jumbled and I'm bitter. I feel my sarcastic side is flared. I feel crass and nasty, questioning all things. I do so not want to feel this way. I pray for you protection, my Lord and I ask you to guide me through this. Amen

Monday, May 21, 2007

Homeless but Heartful & Grateful

My friend Cat Lambe, down in Florida, just sent me this heartwarming story. This fella, just graduated High School, even though he was homeless.
Click Here.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

The Crucifiction; A Doctor's View


A Physician Testifies About the Crucifixion

by Dr. C. Truman Davis


Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Bless This Child

My Granddaughter...Aries

I wrote this, not long after my release from Prison. I had laid there, alone, one night, unable to sleep. I began to think about all I had seen and heard, some of the stories.As part of a therapeutic community, a rehab within the prison, we delved into a lot of issues, most brought on by addiction. Some were honest and frank, matter of fact. Some showed no remorse but often times, the women did not understand how they could do the things they had done. They had killed, starved, sold, cut, maimed, abused, neglected their children. I'd spoke with women, outside of a treatment setting and many of these women knew not, why they did what they did. I think it is and was Satan. His best tool; Drugs and Drinking

But who suffered the most, when the Mother was taken to prison? The children and they paid the price for it all. They had already been neglected and hurt and now they would be passed around like a garage sale rag doll. Pray for the children, will you?


Bless This Child

Bless this child who's beaten daily,much more than he can take

Bless this child who cries at night,his hunger still awake.
Bless this child who's born of drugs,no habit of his own,
Bless this child who screams in silence he bears his pain alone.
Bless this child not wanted still,a lonely path to lead,
Bless this child so young,too young,molested, made to bleed.
Bless this child born of pain,whose mother barely cares,
Bless this child afraid of dark,it only brings nightmares.
Bless this child too frail to eat,afraid to die just yet,
Bless this child disease will claim,his dreams are never met.
Bless this child who wants to die,his life seems only lies,
Bless this child through suicide can't say his last good-byes.
Bless this child who's father's gone,his love poured out in vain,
Bless this child through poverty who'll only know hate and pain.
Bless this child who's shook in anger, now knocks at heaven's gate,
Bless this child you'll never know,his story told too late.
Bless this child who's sent to you,a present from above,
Bless this child you call your own,make sure you show them love.
Barbara Jean Moore

Church Moments

It's not scripture but they are words to live by; Laughter is the Best Medicine

Monday, May 07, 2007

My Prayer


Life is not easy. It never has been. I pray that in my later years, I can rest. I am tired. I know it could be worse, I have seen it. I pray for this book. Heavenly Father, please guide my decisions. Let this provide my way. Let it be written to help, not hinder. Lord, help me keep my big mouth shut, words can harm more than a slice with a knife. Sweet Jesus, I thank you for all you have brought me through. You were there, even when I didn't deserve it. You held my hand and walked me through the flames. I could not see that I would be better for it but I am grateful and now I want to rest a bit. I praise you my Lord and Master. There is no other God, I come to you for my shelter and my answers. Please watch over my family, my children and theirs. Allow Kassandra to breathe. With this cold, settled into my chest, I get a glimpse into her world and I can't imagine what it is to live your life with Cystic Fibrosis. To struggle for ever breath. Bless her Lord and honor my requests to clean out all that garbage in her system. No one else can do this but you my Lord. I can go to no one else but you and I ask you to have mercy on my grandbaby. I ask all this in Jesus name. Amen

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Donuts For the Class


A bit long but worth the read. An excellent illustration...



Donuts for the Class


There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the Western United States. Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course his or her freshman year regardless of his or her major. Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously.

This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was the best student in the professor's class.

One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him.
"How many push-ups can you do "
Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."
"200 That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you think you could do 300 "

Steve replied, "I don't know... I've never done 300 at a time."
"Do you think you could " again asked Dr. Christianson.
"Well, I can try," said Steve.
"Can you do 300 in sets of 10 I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it I need you to tell me you can do it," said the professor.

Steve said, "Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it."
Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson' s class.

Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts "

Cynthia said, "Yes."

Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut "

"Sure." Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.

Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a donut "
Joe said, "Yes."
Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut " Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten pushups for every person before they got their donut. And down the second aisle, till Dr. Christianson came to Scott.

Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship. When the professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut " Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own pushups "
Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."
Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."

Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked,
"Steve, would you do ten pushups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want "
With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten pushups.

Scott said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"
Dr. Christianson said, "Look, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut on Scott's desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow. Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry.

Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut "
Sternly, Jenny said, "No."
Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more Push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want " Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say "No" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks.

Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these pushups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten pushups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely. Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row.

During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it. Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.

Steve asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one "

Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your pushups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want." And Dr. Christianson went on.

A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!" Jason didn't know what was going on.

Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."

Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten pushups for him "

Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut"
Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a donut "

Jason, new to the room hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he said, "give me a donut."

"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut "
Steve did ten pushups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row, then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. Sweat was profusely dropping off of his face and, by this time, there was no sound except his heavy breathing, there was not a dry eye in the room.

The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut "

Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."

Professor Christianson quietly asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want " Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow pushups for Linda.

Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut "

Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him "

Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it alone, I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve, here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes. Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut " As Steve very slowly finished his last pushup, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 pushups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said. "And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'into thy hands I commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, he yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten." Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. "Well done, good and faithful servant," said the professor, adding "Not all sermons are preached in words."

Turning to his class the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He spared not only His Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all for the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid. Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it laying on the desk "

- Author Unknown

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Spiritual Life?








Bible and a Christian cross
Christian Perspectives
The Call to Follow Jesus Completely
The Reverend Dr. Kenneth A. Corr

Branching Out Toward God
The Reverend Dr. Daniel P. Matthews




Mosque


A Muslim Perspective

Dr. Nabil A. Bayakly




star of David


A Jewish Perspective

Rabbi Micah Greenstein





Buddha


A Buddhist Perspective

Dr. Mark W. Muesse

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