Thursday, June 28, 2007
I am quite lost, my Lord. My days are full of pushing the days along. I want the patience, I so desperately need, to fulfill my job and take care of my nephew. I need joy again, in my heart. But Lord, right now, it is filled with pain and painful thoughts.
I have waited patiently, well sometimes, as a brat child. But my Lord, I do so want to be pleasing in your eye. Please help me today and get me through this time. I praise Your Holy Name. Amen
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Read this and ask yourself?
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I have grown weary, from this pain game. Please come to my assistance. Pick me up, as I am about to fall. Only you know, why I have had to live this life. Only you know how to help me. I desire to be a good daughter but the temptation is immense and the lure is powerful. I cry out Your Name and ask for your guiding hand.
Lord, my soul is sobbing, inconsolable tears. Hear my cries. I call out to you, my Master. You are the Great Physician, I know this. You have chosen to allow me to carry this burden of pain for almost 30 years. I have struggled and need my hand, in Yours, to keep me safe. I know my capability and I need Your strength, to keep me in check. Please do not let me suffer anymore, please?
You have placed this upon me, so I may learn and use this knowledge. I do not want to live a lie or be a contradiction. I beg for your help Lord, I am begging. It is your choice to not heal me. I must accept that it is for a reason. I must choose to, as Lot did, live my life for you, even in these trying times.
He is waiting to take me down. Protect me from my enemy. I have come so far and now I know his grappling. He would much rather, I go back into the fire. I feel the heat, upon my face. Protect me, I so humbly ask you. You are my Father, the one true God, my only God. Who shall I seek, if not You? Who shall help me and guide me through the storm? I can not see, I am blinded by the pain. You must take me hand and show me the way.
I fervently ask you for an answer, my Lord? Open the door and show me the way. Keep my feet from going down the path with my enemy. He lies to me and tells me it is the answer. You have given me free will, so I will seek your face. I would rather spend eternity as Your footstool, than dine in the finest or live the grandest with my enemy.
Forgive me, my King? I have been a bad daughter and he wants to rub my nose in it. When I ask for your forgiveness, he tells me I am not forgiven. He wants to destroy me, I can tell. Forgive me and allow me to heal. Please forgive my children and their children, have mercy, upon them. Forgive them, for they know not.
I seek you, my God, I cry out Your Name. Do you hear me, Lord? Please help me and save me from all this. Insist that Your Angels are placed around me and mine, with protection from our enemy. Take these terrible ideas from me and show me the way. Walk me through it and show me the path, where you want me to go.
Hear my prayer to you, my Master. I ask all this in Jesus Name. Amen
Monday, June 18, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Aunt Babz Free Advice
Please show your support. If we continue to accept this behavior, it will breed more discontent. Oh yea, these guys may get some time but it's behind the scenes that I'm worried about. It is a case so similar to Matthew Shepard. Do you even know that name and how he died? We can not allow this and we need to make it real clear that we will not tolerate this behavior...ever.
If we just say nothing, make no comment, the act will go, unchecked. We can't sweep this under the carpet. If we look the other way, it'll happen again and again.
Hatred wears many outfits, I personally have grown tired of the ignorance that goes hand in hand with this incident. We must not allow this to just go away, like a dirty little secret.
No way and I hold that town, their parents and all the people who silently say to themselves, "well, he shouldn't have come on to him, that would have never happened," in contempt. I Indict this middle American town and all like it.I would Bitchslap you if I could and slap the ignorance out of your head. I'd smack you so hard, your Grandchildren will feel it.
People, don't just say nothing. Don't allow this to happen to Aaron without saying something. The guy was beaten and dumped, naked, left for dead. He crawled away, naked and alone and died, succumbing to his beating. Imagine your child or brother, treated this way?
He is your brother. Do you have anything to say?
Good Morning my Lord, today is an important day. I have waited years to go to this appointment. You know my heart and my pain, please help me. I come to you, because I believe you to be the King of all Kings, Lord of Lords. I see your audience, my Lord. I asl for your favor. I ask that this be the pivotal answer. I have come so far, to this point, let me have a moment of joy because of this. Give me the words and wisdom, to make him understand. Warm his heart dear Lord and let him understand. See, I know that you are the Great Physician. Use him to do your will and I do ask for your grace and mercy. The answer is so simple, yet it has been made so complex. I know why and Dear Lord, you know why, yet it does not have to be that way. This may be my saving grace. Please heavenly Father, hear my prayer. Come to my assistance. Walk in there with me and allow your Spirit to speak and be heard. I know that it will be done, if you say it is so. I beg you for mercy, my Lord. You know my heart and I only want to do the right thing. There is so much potential and capability for me to do the wrong thing. I ask for your protection and favor. I ask you to speak to his heart. You are my Shepherd and I am a black sheep. But with your grace and mercy, I will become white again. You have the power over all things, the simplest things, I am more than aware. I come to you because I know you are my answer. Please help me Father, I cry out to you. I do not want to go another day, as I have. I want to find joy again. Please hear my cries to you. I will try to do my part. I have my convictions and am painfully aware. Please round me into the daughter, you will be proud to call your own. I am your daughter and had gone astray. I am here and never want to leave your side, ever again. I sit at your feet, in awe and wonderment. I never want to leave your side again. I ask you, to be there, in that room, for me today and speak to his heart and soul. I praise you, my King. In Jesus Name, I pray. Amen
Thursday, June 14, 2007
"So you believe in God?"
"Is God good?"
"Sure! God's good."
"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"
"Are you good or evil?"
"The Bible says I'm evil."
The professor grins knowingly. "Ahh! THE BIBLE!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help them? Would you try?"
"Yes sir, I would."
"So you're good...!"
"I wouldn't say that."
"Why not say that? You would help a sick and maimed person if you could... in fact most of us would if we could... God doesn't.
"He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"
The elderly man is sympathetic. "No, you can't, can you?" He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax. In philosophy, you have to go easy with the new ones. "Let's start again, young fella."
"Is God good?"
"Is Satan good?"
"Where does Satan come from?" The student falters.
"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he?" The elderly man runs his bony fingers through his thinning hair and turns to the smirking, student audience."I think we're going to have a lot of fun this semester, ladies and gentlemen." He turns back to the Christian.
"Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"
"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? Did God make everything?"
"Who created evil?
"Is there sickness in this world? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness. All the terrible things - do they exist in this world? "
The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."
"Who created them? "
[No answer] The professor suddenly shouts at his student. "WHO CREATED THEM? TELL ME, PLEASE!" The professor closes in for the kill and climbs into the Christian's face. In a still small voice: "God created all evil, didn't He, son?"
The student tries to hold the steady, experienced gaze and fails.
Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace the front of the classroom like an aging panther. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues, "How is it that this God is good if He created all evil throughout all time?" The professor swishes his arms around to encompass the wickedness of the world. "All the hatred, the brutality, all the pain, all the torture, all the death and ugliness and all the suffering created by this good God is all over the world, isn't it, young man?"
"Don't you see it all over the place? Huh?"
"Don't you?" The professor leans into the student's face again and whispers, "Is God good?"
"Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor. I do."
The old man shakes his head sadly. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen him? "
"No, sir. I've never seen Him."
"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"
"No, sir. I have not."
"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus...in fact, do you have any sensory perception of your God whatsoever?"
"Answer me, please."
"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."
"You're AFRAID... you haven't?"
"Yet you still believe in him?"
"That takes FAITH!" The professor smiles sagely at the underling."According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son? Where is your God now?"
[The student doesn't answer]
"Sit down, please."
The Christian sits...Defeated.
Another Christian raises his hand. "Professor, may I address the class?"
The professor turns and smiles. "Ah, another Christian in the vanguard! Come, come, young man. Speak some proper wisdom to the gathering."
The Christian looks around the room. "Some interesting points you are making, sir. Now I've got a question for you. Is there such thing as heat?"
"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."
"Is there such a thing as cold?"
"Yes, son, there's cold too."
"No, sir, there isn't."
The professor's grin freezes. The room suddenly goes very cold.
The second Christian continues. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super- heat, mega-heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold, otherwise we would be able to go colder than 458 -
You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. "Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."
Silence. A pin drops somewhere in the classroom.
"Is there such a thing as darkness, professor?"
"That's a dumb question, son. What is night if it isn't darkness? What are you getting at...?"
"So you say there is such a thing as darkness?"
"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something, it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, Darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker and give me a jar of it. Can you...give me a jar of darker darkness, professor?"
Despite himself, the professor smiles at the young effrontery before him. This will indeed be a good semester. "Would you mind telling us what your point is, young man?"
"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with and so your conclusion must be in error...."
The professor goes toxic. "Flawed...? How dare you...!""
"Sir, may I explain what I mean?"
The class is all ears.
"Explain... oh, explain..." The professor makes an admirable effort to regain control. Suddenly he is affability itself. He waves his hand to silence the class, for the student to continue.
"You are working on the premise of duality," the Christian explains. "That for example there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science cannot even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism but has never seen, much less fully understood them. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, merely the absence of it."
The young man holds up a newspaper he takes from the desk of a neighbor who has been reading it. "Here is one of the most disgusting tabloids this country hosts, professor. Is there such a thing as immorality?"
"Of course there is, now look..."
"Wrong again, sir. You see, immorality is merely the absence of morality.
Is there such thing as injustice? No. Injustice is the absence of justice. Is there such a thing as evil?" The Christian pauses. "Isn't evil the absence of good?"
The professor's face has turned an alarming color. He is so angry he is temporarily speechless.
The Christian continues. "If there is evil in the world, professor, and we all agree there is, then God, if he exists, must be accomplishing a work through the agency of evil. What is that work, God is accomplishing? The Bible tells us it is to see if each one of us will, of our own free will, choose good over evil."
The professor bridles. "As a philosophical scientist, I don't view this matter as having anything to do with any choice; as a realist, I absolutely do not recognize the concept of God or any other theological factor as being part of the world equation because God is not observable."
"I would have thought that the absence of God's moral code in this world is probably one of the most observable phenomena going," the Christian replies.
"Newspapers make billions of dollars reporting it every week! Tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?"
"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."
"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"
The professor makes a sucking sound with his teeth and gives his student a silent, stony stare.
"Professor. Since no-one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a priest?"
"I'll overlook your impudence in the light of our philosophical discussion. Now, have you quite finished?" the professor hisses.
"So you don't accept God's moral code to do what is righteous?"
"I believe in what is - that's science!"
"Ahh! SCIENCE!" the student's face splits into a grin. "Sir, you rightly state that science is the study of observed phenomena. Science too is a premise which is flawed..."
"SCIENCE IS FLAWED?" the professor splutters.
The class is in uproar.
The Christian remains standing until the commotion has subsided. "To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, may I give you an example of what I mean?" The professor wisely keeps silent.
The Christian looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out in laughter.
The Christian points towards his elderly, crumbling tutor. "Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain... felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain?" No one appears to have done so.
The Christian shakes his head sadly. "It appears no-one here has had any sensory perception of the professor's brain whatsoever. Well, according to the rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science, I DECLARE that the professor has no brain."
The class is in chaos.
The Christian sits down.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Lord, I was emailed by Ginny and she has really been through so much, lately. Lord, I know you will comfort her and I know that you have your hand upon her heart. Warm her to what I have said and allow her to find joy again. Surely, you know her heart and you know how she suffers. She's lost her father, she's not on good terms with her mother, she was diagnosed and told she was dieing. Allow her to see the miracles in this situation. I pray for her comfort. I pray that the scales will be removed from her eyes and that she will see, that you've held her hand, the entire time.
If you read this, pray for Ginny and you may read her story here.
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
A Carrot, An Egg And A Cup Of Coffee
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil.
In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word. In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what do you see?" "Carrots, eggs and coffee," she replied. Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee.
The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity ~ boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg was fragile. Its thin outer shell protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which of these are you?" she asked her daughter.
"When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?" Are you the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity you wilt and become soft and lose your strength? Are you the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Do you have a fluid spirit, but after a hardship or some other trial, you become hardened and stiff? Does your shell look the same, but on the inside you are bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or are you like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, the coffee releases its fragrance and flavor. If you are like the coffe bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human and enough hope to make you happy. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.
~ Unknown ~
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Lord, I ask you, to comfort my good friend, Chuck. His brother recently died and he is so torn up. Chuck's brother had taught him everything, as a good brother does. But the man suffered, so many setbacks before his death. Allow Chuck to be comforted with the memory of his brother in health, good times, prosperity, let him have joyful memories. I ask your Spirit, to speak to Chuck's heart and comfort him in his, this time of despair. Heavenly Father, we know that it is a hard task, to find joy, in the face of death, especially, in the death of a loved one. But while our hearts mourn "Our" loss, we know that Chuck's brother, hurts no more, is safe and sound and actually, has us at an advantage. Let us find comfort in the fact that the body that gave out, is not the spiritual body he has now. We know that he is far better off, than he's ever been. I believe Chuck and his brother are good men. It's a bitter pill to swallow, when we must say good bye to someone who's meant so much to us, who we've looked up to and respected. Let us not mourn the loss but celebrate his entrance into heaven. Allow our souls to feast on the faith and remember that, it is a walk in faith to say, "good bye, I'll hope to see you soon." Please take away any uncertain feelings Chuck might have and allow him to only feel the joy, in this situation. It is a painful process, even if we have the faith, knowing that our loved ones are safe and sound and no longer in pain. What a joyous occasion. Let Chuck feel that joy again. In Jesus name, I ask all this. Amen
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
So, if we believe that Christ and God and the Spirit are one, then we need to pay attention to His words to us. We must look at His words as the extension of God the Fathers, personal words, to us. What was one of the most important things, Christ imparted upon us? That Charity and Love are one and the same and in my opinion, these words are probably the foundation for our well being. It starts at the root of all things. We may disagree with others, their habits, how they worship and so on but we must try to love them, we must try to look at them through Christ's eyes. How would he see them and what would He have me do? Would he want me to pick apart His words and use them to piously prove that I know the true Doctrine and all the answers? I do not think he would and I must embrace those that see and feel differently or have a different perception.
That is not easy, as we all tend to translate things as we see fit. The Catholics have their way, the Baptists, Lutheran, Methodist, Protestant, Muslim, all have their beliefs. Many would die for those believes and may even kill. Why must we spend so much time, being right?
We must be careful and mindful of man's teaching and go back to the source for our salvation. Simply put...Pray for what you do not understand. Pray for wisdom and tolerance. Pray for the truth. Do not allow yourself to be led by the nose, by any man. We are responsible for our own salvation and must always seek and embrace the truth.
If our perception of God is in question, we need only to go to the Son for our answers.
I must also pray for those who do not believe. I do understand, that they feel they are smarter, than the population and body of believers. I must pray for them and their salvation, rather than even questioning it. Directing my energy, to trying to figure them out, is futile, it is better spent in prayer, is it not?
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Dear Lord. I need your protection from his assaults. I am weak and I seek you out. I do and say things that are not desirable. I am sometimes confused by what is right and wrong. I mean no harm but religion forced down my throat, often leaves a bad taste of guilt upon my tongue. If I have done something wrong, I ask for forgiveness and the strength to not do it again.
Please do not strike me but support me. I am trying Lord, I am and I hope you know this. Please allow me to bridle my tongue. Give me the wisdom to do and say, only that which you will not be ashamed. I know that I have a big mouth and I ask for a bit of discretion. Help me to see the truth, heavenly father. Let me know and learn the truth. I do believe that Satan uses guilt and shame to keep me down. If I am wrong and have done something unfavorable in your eyes, show me, so I may improve myself.
Please do not punish me any longer and let me know joy.
Give me a time of joy Lord. Allow me to do the right thing and hold my hand along the way. Guard my children, please heavenly father. You are my only refuge, my only answer. You are my only God and I do not want to listen to anything else but Your voice. I praise our Holy Name. Amen