Friday, February 27, 2009

'God vs Science'

Author Unknown:

'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.'

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'

'Yes sir,' the student says.

'So you believe in God?'

'Absolutely.

'Is God good?'

'Sure! God's good.'

'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'

'Yes'

'Are you good or evil?'

'The Bible says I'm evil.'

The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! 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 him? Would you try?'

'Yes sir, I would.'

'So you're good...!'

'I wouldn't say that.'

'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. '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 student remains silent.

'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.


'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'

'Er..yes,' the student says.

'Is Satan good?'

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'

'Then where does Satan come from?'

The student falters. 'From God'

'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything correct?

'Yes'

'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'

Again, the student has no answer. 

'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'

The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'

'So who created them?'

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom.  The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues onto another student.

'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'

The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'

'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 smelled your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'

'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

'Yet you still believe in him?'

'Yes'

'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'

'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,'  the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'

' Yes.'

'And is there such a thing as cold?'

'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't.'

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.  

 The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 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 the lowest -458 degrees.'

'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. 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 across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'

'Yes,'  the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't 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, wouldn't you?'

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?

'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'

'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains.. 'You argue that 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 can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. 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, just the absence of it.'Now 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 begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

'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 preacher?'

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'

The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.

'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelled the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'

'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'

'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is.  We see it everyday It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man.  It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created todescribe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'

The professor sat down.

The student was Albert Einstein.
Albert Einstein did write a book titled God vs Science in 1921...


"For we walk by faith, not by sight." 2 Corinthians 5:7

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

FLORAL DELIVERY

A friend once told me:
I would rather have one rose
and a kind word from 
a friend while I'm here   
than a whole truck load
  when I'm gone  

  THAT FRIEND SENT ME THESE FLOWERS
 AND I WANT TO SHARE THEM WITH YOU  
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!      

Happiness keeps you
Sweet,
Trials keep you Strong,
Sorrows keep you
Human,
Failures keep you Humble,
Success keeps you Glowing,
But Only God Keeps You Going!  

Monday, February 23, 2009

HOLDING FAST


by Karen James, wife of Mountain Climber Kelly James
http://www.holdingfastforpurpose.com/

Karen James was married to Kelly James, one of the climbers who tragically died atop Mount Hood in 2006. She is a former award-winning journalist who reported at ABC, NBC and CBS TV news affiliates across the country. In addition to working in communications at AARP for a number of years, she is an accomplished painter and an award-winning public relations consultant. She now speaks on surviving tragedy and loss and is committed to sharing her story and the lessons she has learned in hopes that it will bring peace and comfort to others who are facing difficult times. She shares her life with her four stepchildren and greatly enjoys spending time with her family and friends.

The Situatuon:

“At 11,239 feet, Mount Hood is the highest point in Oregon, and each year, nearly ten thousand people attempt to climb it. Most climbers choose the route on the south side of the mountain near Timberline Lodge and make the climb in the spring and summer. Kelly, Brian, and Nikko wanted to tackle some serious ice climbing, and that’s why they chose to venture up the treacherous north face, above Eliot Glacier, near Cooper Spur, in the winter. Kelly and Brian were preparing for Everest and Mount Hood’s north face in the wintertime provided a training opportunity.”

– Karen James

What Others Say:

Living on an island in Puget Sound, I am surrounded by mountains. I remember listening to the daily reports, not quite two years ago, of the rescue efforts to find three men on Mount Hood. I though at the time, "What would make one want to climb a mountain in the midst of winter?" 

Karen James answered that question in Holding Fast, the story of her husband Kelly - one of those three stranded on Mount Hood. Through pictures recovered from her husband's camera, Karen was able to reconstruct what happened on that fatal climb. The men were avid ice climbers and had planned the climb for some time. After they began their ascent, they were aware of the impending bad weather and changed their plans to shorten their time on the mountain. It seems Kelly must have fallen and was injured. An ice cave was dug out for him while the others tried to go for help. As the storm of the decade settled in, with hurricane force winds near the peak, rescue attempts were thwarted. Only Kelly's body was eventually found. It is thought the others were swept off the mountain. 

Kelly's death was a very public event and Karen shares the struggles she had. Yet her faith in God was sure as was the help and support of her friends. 

For Kelly, climbing was like breathing - he had to do it. Karen surmises that all of this happened to show that Christianity is for adventurous and daring men. When people ask her, "Where was God?" she answers, "In the ice cave with Kelly, holding him." 

Holding Fast is a refreshingly honest look at how Christians deal with tragedy. It is an amazing story of God's comfort and support in a time of great distress. ~~ Reviewer "bookwomanJoan"

This book is an amazing story of faith. Karen James, wife of Kelly James, takes you inside eight long days as many people attempt to rescue her husband and two other men off of the top of Mt. Hood. Karen provides detail into her ordeal, focusing on how she relied on God through it all. 

The first half of the book details the account as many rescue workers worked day after day in the worst storm on Mt. Hood in a decade. When I first started the book, I had some recollection of what happened in 2006 as the entire country watched the events unfold. As I read further through the pages, many more of my memories of the story surfaced. Ms. James does a great job of detailing her feelings as well as what was happening day in and day out. 

In the second half of the book, she provides detail of how she copes daily without the love of her life and how her faith in God has been strengthened through the entire process. Ms. James did a great job of making me feel like I was in the story. The way she discusses the details and her feelings is truly remarkable. This book is a must-read for anyone, especially those going through the loss of a loved one.~~J.Bussell

My Take:

I look for the relationship angle in any book I read. This was an inspirational read. A book with take home value.

Kelly was Karen's prince charming, and he lead her to God by the sheer strength of his own faith. Karen wanted what Kelly had. He had mended her broken dreams, and she wanted to live the rest of her life with him.

I read the book and learned how much goes into planning a mountain climb. I gained a little more insite on how climbing can get into a man's blood. Sort of like my own husbands love of flying a small plane. It becomes part of who the man is and a wise woman knows this. The thing that helped Kelly refuse to give up the search was her knowledge of her man. How careful he was. His keen planning ability. Knowing that he was not reckless. 

As I took the journey with her I could relate to her fears, her hopes, her despair. Her growing friendship with two other women whose husbands were also missing on that mountain ~~ the ups and downs of the search. I could not put the book down. 

Friday, February 20, 2009

Hard To Explain Wrecks

Some wrecks arejust too hard to explain...

 



Note that the guard rail goes all the way through the car!

What WAS this when it was what it was?

I've looked and looked at this and still don't understand it!

Was this being unloaded...from a trailer?

Hey...aren't the wheels supposed to be on the bottom?

That's not a tank, you know...stay on the road.

That's just plain stupid!

Oh well...there goes another 100 Million!

Another...what WAS it before it was what it is?

Obviously NOT a drive-in.

Let me guess...dummy had his bed up in the air...right?

It is beyond me how THIS happened.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Puppy Love

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the four pups. And set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of little boy. 

'Mister,' the little boy said, 'I want to buy one of your puppies.'

'Well,' said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, 'These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.'

The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. 'I've got thirty-nine cents.Is that enough to take a look?'
 


'Sure,' said the farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. 'Here, Dolly!' he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur.


The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence,


The little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up....


'I want that one,' the littl e boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, 'Son, you don't want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.'

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers.

In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe.

Looking back up at the farmer, he said, 'You see sir, I don't run too well myself, And he will need someone who understands.'

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. 


Holding it carefully handed it to the little boy. 

'How much?' asked the little boy.
 
'No charge,' answered the farmer, 'There's no charge for love.'

The world is full of people who need someone who understands.
 

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

LORD PROP US UP

 on our leanin' side.'


Every time I am asked to pray, I think of the old deacon who always prayed, 'Lord, prop us up on our leanin' side.' After hearing him pray that prayer many times, someone asked him why he prayed that prayer so fervently.

He answered, 'Well sir, you see, it's like this... I got an old barn
out back. It's been there a long time; it's withstood a lot of weather; it's gone through a lot of storms, and it's stood for many years.

It's still standing. But one day I noticed it was leaning to
one side a bit.

So I went and got some pine poles and propped it up on its
leaning side so it wouldn't fall.

Then I got to thinking about that and how much I was
like that old barn. I've been around a long time.

I've withstood a lot of life's storms. I've withstood a lot 
of bad weather in life, I've withstood a lot of hard times, and I'm still standing too. But I find myself leaning to one side from time to time, so I like to ask the Lord to prop us up on our leaning side, 'cause I figure a lot of us get to leaning at times.

Sometimes we get to leaning toward anger, leaning toward
bitterness, leaning toward hatred, leaning toward cussing, leaning toward a lot of things that we shouldn't . So we need to pray, 'Lord, prop us up on our leaning side, so we will stand straight and tall again, to glorify the Lord.''
If you stare at this barn for a second you will see who will help us stand straight and tall again.  

Monday, February 16, 2009

Healing Promises


by Amy Wallace.


The Blurb:

Facing a new threat
When FBI Agent Clint Rollins takes a bullet during a standoff, it might just save his life. But not even the ugly things he's seen during his years working in the Crimes Against Children Unit could prepare him for the overwhelming powerlessness of hospital tests revealing an unexpected diagnosis. If only Sara weren't retreating into doctor mode...he needs his wife now more than ever.

Frozen in fear
Sara Rollins is an oncologist with a mission--beating cancer when she can, easing her patients' suffering at the very least. Now the life of her tall Texan husband is at stake. She never let the odds steal her hope before, but now the question of God's healing promises is personal. Can she hold on to the truth she claimed to believe?

Faith under fire
As Clint continues to track down a serial kidnapper despite his illness, former investigations haunt his nightmares, pushing him beyond solving the case into risking his life and career. Clint struggles to believe God is still the God of miracles. Especially when he needs not one, but two. Everything in his life is reduced to one all-important question: Can God be trusted?

Visit www.DefendersofHope.com  

What Others Say:

Faith Under Fire makes you want to hold your children a bit closer--it's a real eye opener. In addition to tackling the subject of child abductions one of the main characters has to deal with cancer. Amy Wallance handled this difficult subject well. 
This book is fast paced, and gripping.~~ Kimberly Johnson ~ Author

This is one of those books that I couldn't put down. From the first page, Healing Promises takes off running. Wallace has populated her book with an intriguing cast of characters. There are no cookie-cutter, two dimensional people here. Wallace dares to look at the reality of each situation with honesty and hope. She's not afraid to say it like it is, even when getting into the head of the "bad guy." But this isn't just a crime novel. While the agents of the Crimes Against Children Unit continue their desperate search for a serial kidnapper, Agent Clint Rollins and his wife, Sara, are facing the biggest trial of their lives; Clint's battle with cancer. The juxtaposition of these two plotlines provides a wonderful combination of heart-stopping action and heart-rending emotion. 
I highly recommend this novel, and look forward to more great reads from this talented author! ~~Jennifer AlLee

My Take:
A book about multifaceted relationships as real as life itself. Love of parents, love of a spouse. A doctor's love for her patients. A brother's love for his sister. Parents love for their children. 

If you've ever been in that hard place, where you wonder why God has allowed something unbearable to happen in your life, you will relate to the characters in Amy Wallace's book.  And you will stay on the roller coaster ride with them to the end.

A book with take-home value. This is the first book of Amy Wallace's I have read but it won't be my last.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

You Are Special To Me


There comes a point in your life when you realize

Who matters,

Who never did,

Who won't anymore...

and Who always will.

So, don't worry about people from your past,

there's a reason why they didn't make it to your future.


Be Kinder Than Necessary 
Because Everyone You Meet Is Fighting Some Kind Of Battle . 



A sharp tongue can cut my own throat.

If I want my dreams to come true, I mustn't oversleep. 

Of all the things I wear, my expression is the most important.

The best vitamin for making friends..... B1.

The happiness of my life depends on the quality of my thoughts.

The heaviest thing I can carry is a grudge. 

One thing I can give and still keep...is my word. 


If I lack the courage to start, I have already finished. 
One thing I can't recycle is wasted time. 

Ideas won't work unless I do.

My mind is like a parachute...it functions only when open. 



The 10 commandments are not a multiple choice. 

The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime! 
 It is never too late to become what I might have been.

Life is too short to wake up with regrets. 
So love the people who treat you right.. Forget about the one's who don't. 
Believe everything happens for a reason. 
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands. 
If it changes your life, let it. 
Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would be worth it.

Friday, February 13, 2009

JOHNNY THE BAPTIST


Matt. 18:4-5 'Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.  And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.

Johnny's Mother looked out the window and noticed Him 'playing church' with their cat.  He had the cat sitting quietly and he was preaching to it.

She smiled and went about her work.


A while later she heard loud meowing and hissing and ran back to the open window to see Johnny baptizing the cat in a tub of water.

She called out, 'Johnny, stop that! The cat is afraid of water!'


Johnny looked up at her and said, 'He should have thought about that before he joined my church.'

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

WHERE ARE YOUR GLOVES?

author unknown

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.

As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 'I will work for food.' My heart sank.

I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.

We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.

Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square.'

Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.

I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.

Looking for the pastor?' I asked.

'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.'

'Have you eaten today?'

'Oh, I ate something early this morning.'

'Would you like to have lunch with me?'

'Do you have some work I could do for you?'

'No work,' I replied 'I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.'

'Sure,' he replied with a smile.

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface  questions. Where you headed?'

' St. Louis '

'Where you from?'

'Oh, all over; mostly Florida .'

'How long you been walking?'

'Fourteen years,' came the reply.

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to
 reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending Story.'

Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach  in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were  putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he  thought.

He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but  revival services, and in those services he saw life more  clearly. He gave his life over to God

'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I
did, some 14 years now.'

'Ever think of stopping?' I asked.

'Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of  me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles . That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and  Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.'

 I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was  on a mission and lived this way by choice The question  burned inside for a moment and then I asked: 'What's  it like?'

 'What?'

 'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your  back and to show your sign?' 

'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten  bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me  feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that  God was using me to touch lives and change people's
 concepts of other folks like me.'

 My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and  gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused He  turned to me and said, 'Come Ye blessed of my Father and  inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I  was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me  drink, a stranger and you took me in.'  I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use  another Bible?' I asked.

 He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled  well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal  favorite. 'I've read through it 14 times,' he  said.

'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but  let's stop by our church and see' I was able to find
my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very  grateful.

'Where are you headed from here?' I asked.

'Well, I found this little map on the back of this  amusement park coupon.'

'Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?'

 'No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone  under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's  where I'm going next.'

 He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the  sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the  town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we  drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his  things.

 'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked.  'I like to keep messages from folks I meet.'

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his  calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay  strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from  Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for you, declared the  Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans  to give you a future and a hope.'

'Thanks, man,' he said. 'I know we just met and  we're really just strangers, but I love you.'

'I know,' I said, 'I love you, too.'

'The Lord is good!'

'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged  you?' I asked.

 A long time,' he replied

 And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my  new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had  been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his  winning smile and said, 'See you in the New   Jerusalem .'

 'I'll be there!' was my reply.

He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign  dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped,  turned and said, 'When you see something that makes you  think of me, will you pray for me?'

 'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God bless.'

 'God
 bless.' And that was the last I saw of him.

Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew  strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I  bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached  for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle.  I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if  his hands would stay warm that night without them.

Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?'

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 'See you in the New  Jerusalem ,' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...

'I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I  can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.'

'Father, I ask you to bless my friends,and relatives right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name Amen.'
 

 GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!!


Monday, February 9, 2009

Seeing Through The Lies

by: Vonda Skelton
I met this lovely dynamo of a woman at the Writers Conference in the Blue Ridge Mountains, May 2008. Like a magnet those of us at the conference were drawn into her enthusiasm. As I read this book I could "see" Vonda moving and feel her energy coming through the words.

The Blurb:

We have been seduced by half-truths and lies since time began. Remember the garden?

Are you striving to be a woman of excellence, but feel you're landing somewhere between mediocre and unfit?

Do you want to be your husband's lover, but feel more like his mother?

Are you convinced that busyness is next to godliness?

Are you trying so hard to be everything to everybody that you feel like you’re nobody to anybody?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, you’re not alone—you’ve simply fallen victim to the lies of Satan! But you don’t have to be seduced by his masquerade any longer. Join the fun as we take a hilarious journey through all things female on our search for real truth in a counterfeit world. From spider veins and webs of deceit to cartoon characters and feminist funnies, Seeing through the Lies: Unmasking the Myths Women Believe will help you recognize the lies and take joy in the light of His Truth.

As Vonda says: Who Put a Stop payment on My Reality Check?

What Others Say:

What a great book! 
I loved how Vonda writes about the lies we easily buy into--through stories to which I could easily relate while laughing out loud! Her take on the Proverbs 31 woman is especially enlightening since we try to "do it all" unsuccessfully and feel like failures. With outstanding suggestions, such as getting over life being all about "me" by "Serve on Your Birthday,"
 she shows us exactly how to live in truth instead of lies. And the biblical references at the end of each chapter give us the opportunity to dwell of God's Word, letting it soak into our being and help us live in the truth instead of the opposite. I'll be quoting from her book when I speak!– JoFranz

Real, real, real. I so appreciate the candidness of this author. She lets us know that she's had her own ups and downs, and continues to deal with challenges in her own life. I especially liked the chapter titled "It's a Wonderful Life?" where she helps you, the reader, learn from your own "imperfect life" story--crazy as it might be! The practical suggestions are great, and reassure you that God is bigger than any problem you might have. The gentle advice, combined with Vonda's willingness to make herself vulnerable, add up to one thing: the Ultimate Girlfriend! Once you start reading, you'll have a hard time stopping, and you'll hate to see it end--I promise!– Jill E. Baughan
I thought my masks were secure, after all I'd carried them with me for years. When I sat down to read Vonda's book, I thought I knew my masks well enough and had no intention of removing these comfortable friends. Well, Vonda's honesty, vulnerability, and wisdom and wit got behind my hidden self. Little by little she pried them loose. I learned a lot in reading this book and will recommend it to my girlfriends because I'm more convinced than ever we are more beautiful (without our masks) than we allow ourselves to believe.– Cheri Cowell

My Take:

As Vonda says: A half truth is a whole lie. And that is how the devil gets us, with half-truths. 

Vodna led me through ten chapters, teaching me that it's not how beautiful I am, nor
 how much stuff I manage to accumulate but learning to trust in Him. 

I will never be good enough. That is true. But I don't have to be. Jesus Christ has said He is the way the truth and the life. He wants me to submit to him and to His will for my life. 

"Our past failure does not have to affect our future calling." ~~ Vonda Skelton

Read Seeing Through the Lies and be blessed.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

A LETTER FROM GOD






To:      YOU 
Date:   TODAY      
From:    GOD       
Subject:YOURSELF    
  
Reference:  LIFE 

This is God.  Today I will be handling All of your problems for you.  I do Not need your help.  So, have a nice day. 
I love you. 


P.S.  And, remember... 
If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself!  Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME.  All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.
  


 Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it.  Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now. 
 

Now, you have a nice day.
                           God 

  
God has seen you struggling, 
God says it's over. 
A blessing is coming your way.  

Friday, February 6, 2009

A WRITER'S WAY OF HAVING FUN

We live in a high tech world. 

It's great for introverts like me because we need lots of alone time to thrive . 

My mother often said all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. And she made sure my father did not live a dull life.

Writers have fun playing cyber tag, which I have resisted. But these are my friends and they have asked me to come play. What would Momma say? Okay, I'm on it.

Georgina Daniels tagged me with this fun picture tag game. http://georgianad.blogspot.com/  

Here's how you play:

The rule is you have to go to the fifth photo folder on your computer and then pick the fifth picture you find. After you post the picture, you tag five friends to do the same and blog it just like I'm doing now.

This is too funny. I did not cheat. And this is a writer having fun. Can anyone guess who this is? We were on the shuttle from the airport going to the Americian Christian Fiction Writers Conference in September. Taking pictures of each other.

I am tagging:

Cynthia Ruchti
http://splashinginthedeepend.com/

Sharon Hinck

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

I CAN'T WALK ALONE

BEAUTIFUL CHRISTIAN SISTER


by Maya Angelou

' A woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ
that a man should have to seek Him first to find her.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not shouting 'I'm clean livin''

I'm whispering 'I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven.'

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I don't speak of this with pride.

I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not trying to be strong.

I'm professing that I'm weak and need His strength to carry on.

When I say.. 'I am a Christian' I'm not bragging of success.

I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not claiming to be perfect,

My flaws are far too visible but, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I still feel the sting of pain..

I have my share of heartaches, so I call upon His name.

When I say... 'I am a Christian' I'm not holier than thou,

I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow!

Pretty is as Pretty does... but beautiful is just plain beautiful!