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Why do you HATE me?

Do you know of someone who dislikes the “Church?” I have heard several people within my lifetime try their hardest to disgrace the Church. When I was younger, I couldn’t understand as to why they felt the way they do.  But as I look into the world, I can see, that you just want to do what ever you feel... no matter how harmful it might be to someone else or yourself for that matter. You don’t like to have to take responsibility for your actions or lack of, and don’t want to see the harm. Now if you look up the word Church you will find where it talks about a building. But if you ask a Christian, you just might get several answers depending on their personal denomination.  I am Pentecostal.

For me, the word Church, has many meanings. Yes, the obvious one is an actual place with a roof and walls where other Christians gather around to worship, fellowship and understanding of God’s word. It is a place where I feel safe from the world and all the problems with it. Where I can relate to others and what they are going through. Where I can find support for the mayhem that maybe around me. But Church is without a doubt, so much more.

It is the place within myself where I can talk to God. Church is within my prayers. I can go within myself, so to speak, and find the peace that God has laid on my heart and soul. Church is within my worship. When I sing a song about Him, I sing to Him. I get a built up strength of God just for me. I can feel the walls of my faith getting stronger and yet having support all at once.

It is a place where my family is. It can be anywhere. If I am with my family, we will show God’s love and understanding for one another within our tiny means. We lift each other up, so that the other doesn’t feel far from God, or causes harm. We understand that not each of us are perfect and we don’t expect the others to be also. We talk to one another. We clear the air. We rely on one another.

When we have people who don’t understand just what they are saying when they say, “I hate Church”, my heart just aches. Church is personal to me. It is where my spirit soars. When you confess out hatred to the Church, you are,whether you mean it this way or not, confessing hatred at me, because I am part of the Church and it is a part of me.  I also heard them then try to twist it by saying, “well I mean “Religion”.  But my faith; what I believe in, is my Religion. I have faith in the Church and there are no two ways about it.  So their statement is still the same.  I know, some people might say that I’m being too sensitive.  That I need not to take things sooo personally. But let me ask them this.  If I were to say I hate anyone who is this or that and your love was this or that, would you not take that personally also.  Of course you would.  People have been doing this kind of thing since people have been around.  But, it seems to be easier for people to attack the One that they don’t want to see.

I believe in God, three in one. I believe in the church that He is building.  I believe in the word of God; the Bible.  I am a grown woman with a grown mind.  No one makes me or harasses me into any of it.  I do this of my own free will. {Which by the way was given to me by God}

With just some of the reasons I have now expressed, let me say that I can and do understand when people get hurt by “the Church.” I too have met with people who aren’t exactly what I would call loving. Or ministers who preach their own agenda in place of God’s will.  I cry for such people.  I don’t understand such people.  I get angry that these people who attack my God. I want to tell them off.  I want to tell them to find another Church.  I want to smack some Holy Spirit into them.   But as a Christian, I can only have one answer for these people of hate.  Prayer.

You read it right, when you don’t like the Church, it is the only place I can go.  Because I know it is safe, it is my worship place, it is where my family is. It is a my place of happiness and joy.  It is where God is.

We Just Need To Practice

Hey there everyone,

I hope that everyone had a safe and happy Christmas and New Year.  I most certainly did.  My oldest came home from college for Christmas, my daughter turned 17 (She is making me and the hubby old very fast.)  She also got a job right before her birthday (Which is one week before Christmas).  We all celebrated my three holidays together at home with no big hoop la.  Which was just fine with all of us.

At the beginning of each year you might be finding yourself looking back.  People like to see what if anything they got accomplished and what they didn’t.  They make new goals for the upcoming months.  They try to adopt new, better habits.  One thing I have found is that they don’t set these out on a day-to-day basis.  No they spread them out over an entire year.  Yes, I realize that there are some that may take that long.  But ask yourself when you wake up in the morning, what is the first thing that comes to your mind? Is it the tasks that need to be done? Or perhaps a soreness/pain you may have for sleeping different then you needed.  I could list a whole number of things that ; not only have I said to myself, but have heard others as well.  We are to begin each day a new. With the joy of the Lord.   Not with bitterness or need.  In order to do this all it takes is …… practice.  Practice means that you are trying each and every day with all you mind, body, and soul.  Practice means you won’t get it perfected or even do it some days.  It means you are trying.  That you are actually doing it with a good heart.  Practice mean you have taken you out of it and are doing it for the Lord.

I don’t understand why people are putting so much disgust on themselves at the beginning of each year.  They haven’t lost enough weight, gotten any healthier, saved enough money, given enough money and so on. So what?!? Do the best you can with what you have daily and let God handle the rest.  Before you know it; it will be a new healthier, happier, habit and a wonderful start to your day.  Now for those who might be keeping score, I know that I didn’t write a whole lot last year, but within that time that I did these are the words I used most.

 

Angels, Bible, Child, Children, Christ, Christian, Church, Churches, Control, Faith, Family, Glory, God, Good, Gospel, Grace, Hear, Hearts, Jesus, Kids, Learn, Lessons, Life, Listen, Lord, Love, Luke, Man, Marriage, Matthew, Mercy, Mistakes, MS, Music, ORU, Parents, Pastor, People, Religion, Speak, Spirit, Trouble, Women, Word, Work.

 

I like to leave you with a song that I heard on a CD that my sister had a long time ago.  The song might be an old one but it still holds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wslEJVlnjRI

The Quest For The Holy Grail

Have you drunk from the Holy Grail?  “Just what is the Holy Grail?” you might be asking.  According to Dictionary.com=   This is what a grail is:  Also called Holy Grail. a cup or chalice that in medieval legend was associated with unusual powers, especially the regeneration of life and, later, Christian Purity, and was much sought after by medieval knights:identified with the cup used at the Last Supper and given to Joseph of Arimathea.  Well, some believe that it is an actual cup that Jesus drank from at the “Last Supper”.  Matthew 26:27-29  Then He took the cup, and gave thanks and gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you.  For this is My blood of the new covenant, which is shed for many for the remission of sins.  But I say to you, I will not drink of this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in My Father’s kingdom.”  Then there are those who believe that the Holy Grail is supposed to be referring to Jesus’s bloodline.  For which they say that Jesus married Mary Magdalene in secret and then had a child.  This has no scripture to back it up whatsoever. So I don’t believe this.  I am a child of God.  I believe that we Christians are the bloodline. Throughout centuries, fables have been told, written and movies have been done about the Holy Grail.  None of them actually giving any proof to having finding it or even coming close.  All of them leading to this or that country in this or that town.  There have been many people killed in the search for it.

People are (so it seems to me) always looking for something that they can touch.  Something that they can see.  Something that they can control in order to do (as they see it) good either for themselves or for a huge population.  All the while not remembering Isaiah 55:8,9  “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.” I think that the Holy Grail just might be both (and probably a lot more).  Not in the same sense as the others see it.  However, in this way.  If you read the Bible you will hear Jesus talk about drinking and it is not so much as to what to drink with, but as to what is in the cup.  Him.  Look at when Jesus was talking to the Samaritan woman.  John 4:10  Jesus answered and said to her, “ If you knew the gift of God, and who it is who says to you, “Give Me a drink,” you would have asked Him, and He would have given you living water.”  John 4:13,14   Jesus answered and said to her, “Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst.  But the water that I shall give him will become in him a fountain of water springing up into everlasting life.” This is just one example, there are several more references to “Living Water.” throughout the Bible.  The quest should not be on anything but the life of Jesus.  For He is the Holy Grail, He holds the living water.  So stop looking into the world’s view on the Grail.  Look upon the Lord.

The Attack is ON

Ok, so lately (like the last 15 years or so), we have been under attack.  We Americans, We Christians, We married, We stay at home moms.  Now I’m not a person who likes to go looking for a fight, but enough is enough.  Recently, we (Americans) were under attack in Boston.  The hubby and I just happened to have the t.v. on the Fox channel and watched in shock and not so shocked amazement.  We are shocked over the fact that people still have so little care over killing people that they don’t even know.  Killing people of all ages, nationalities, and beliefs.  People, who have put everything aside, who have been training for who knows how long,  to compete in a physical race that most of us wouldn’t even know how to begin except for placing our feet on the starting line.  And after the first line of bloodshed and mayhem, we then pray.  We pray for everyone.  All of those who were running, all who were waiting on the side for their loved ones, all those who were volunteering  all those who went running towards the destruction instead of running away, all those who couldn’t contact each other, all of the doctors and nurses who would have to deal with the trauma coming  through the hospital doors.

We were not so shocked that there are still terrorists running around in our country.  We were not so shocked that the government messed up (again) in allowing them to be here.  We were not so shocked that they were able to get the supplies that they needed to pull of this mass destruction.  And sadly we were not so shocked to see that they, (the ones who pulled it off)  were so young.

When I am asked to pray for someone, I do it with my full heart and soul.  Because I believe in the power of prayer.  But if I express my belief in the Bible or of Jesus, I get criticized for doing it.  I get labeled a hater. All over twitter and Facebook people were sending out words of encouragement and prayers.  I did not see one person telling another to stop.  I did however see a lot of people asking for more and more prayer though.  Funny, how when they don’t see what else can be done by them, they turn to the Christian and ask them to pray.  Without a moment of hesitation or guilt for the words they had just used to try to cut you down with.

If you are married to the opposite sex, lookout!  You are going to (if you haven’t already) get hit with mean and ugly looks from those who are trying to get away with marrying the same-sex.  I’ll be quite honest with you, when I was a teen, I rarely saw or heard about homosexuals.  When I did, I thought that it was a “phase or trendy” thing that would go away with some time (or when common sense kicked in).  But now, I supposed to believe that my marriage is in the minority of what people think is acceptable!  I think that these are the people who need the most prayer.  I do believe that they are lost in what is the difference between right and wrong.

And now I’ve got this Melissa Harris-Perry lady telling the world that their children, my children don’t “belong” to me.  That they belong to the community! What a load of bull!!!  After I raise them they become a part of the community that they choose to live in.  In the manner that they choose to live. Not the community telling me how to raise my child that God gave to me.  I don’t go at this alone.  I have God, my husband, my friends and family on both sides, and Church.  And I would love to see if (which I am really thinking that this is the case) she is trying to get God and the Church out of my children’s lives.  And then at the end of her little video she has “lead forward”, which is an attempt to show that she supports Obama. Here is the link to the video if you would like to see it.   http://www.nbcnews.com/id/51498490/t/caring-children-share-your-story/#.UXi7OaJJ7DM      As if that is in her favor.  Not where I am concerned it isn’t.

So now I sit here typing as all of my rights are being taken away from me and I’m not supposed to do anything about it.  I am no longer allowed to be me, myself in a land that I was born in, which is supposed to be free.  Which is supposed to have given me rights and has had those rights upheld for hundred of years from men, and now women, who have died for you and me.  Yes, my friend, the attack in on.  I’ll just leave you with these few scriptures to think about before you leave.  John 7:7  The world cannot hate you; but me it hateth, because I testify of it, that the works thereof are evil.    2 Peter 2:12-15    But these, as natural brute beasts, made to be taken and destroyed, speak evil of the things that they understand not; and shall utterly perish in their own corruption; And shall receive the reward of unrighteousness, as they that count it pleasure to riot in the day time.  Spots they are and blemishes, sporting themselves with their own deceivings while they feast with you; Having eyes full of adultery, and that cannot cease from sin; beguiling unstable souls: an heart they have exercised with covetous practices; cursed children: Which have forsaken the right way , and are gone astray, following the way of Balaam the son of Bo-sor, who loved the wages of unrighteousness;

The Last Few Months

Hey there gang of readers.

My mind has been filled with new and different arrays of thought.  Deep I know, but none the less true.  The house as been turned around and I have been trying to adapt to the change.  Probably not as well or as fast as some around here would like.  Joe went to Doc. L about 2  1/2 months ago and the Doc decided to put him on some new medication for his tremors with the possible Parkinson and not the MS.  He also placed him off work until we can see how his body adapts to the new meds.  Last month we went back for a check up.  There was no change that any of us could see.  So Dr. L decided to double the dose.  We will be heading back there soon.  I still see no change at all in the tremors.  What I have been able to see is all the aches and pains, the fatigue and over all not feeling well that Joe has been going through.  To think of all the time that he had been on the road going through all of this by himself makes me so sad.  For him to not having the opportunity to just go lay down until things pass.  For him having the stress of having to push himself to get the job done.  Well, I could go on and on, but I won’t.  I will say that I have seen a great uplifting of the kid’s spirits since Joe has been home.  They love their daddio so.  We will be getting ready for the end of the school year and the homecoming of Joey from ORU.  He didn’t get to come home for spring break and I miss him so much!  I have caught myself many times over the past year getting ready to call out his name only to remember that he isn’t here.  I will also be watching 3 out of the 7 kids that my sister has, at the end of May so that they can move.  While the others are big enough to help the 4 yr.old and the twin 2 yr.olds will only get in the way.  So I am the blessed one who gets to spoil them while the new house gets ready.  I can’t wait!  I love her kids so much.  I feel so proud to get to call myself their Aunt.  They are all such a joy and delight. So for now I keep to my Bible study and learning how to run the house with Joe home.   I will keep my eyes on the look out for what lies ahead.  And with a little guidance I just might get to see it before it comes and smacks me in the face. Life changes all the time all around you.  Life needs to get smacked a few times before it tries to smack me.

Dream A Little Dream

How many dreams have you already had in your lifetime?  Martin Luther King day is coming up.  He had a wonderful dream.  A dream that I don’t feel has come to pass yet.  Although I do believe it started, I don’t think that the Christian community has truly rallied around it.  How about we take a look at his famous speech and see for ourselves.  I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation’s capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked “insufficient funds.” But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God’s children. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro’s legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, “When will you be satisfied?” We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro’s basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating “For Whites Only”. We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God’s children will be able to sing with a new meaning, “My country, ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim’s pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.”

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, “Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

Children dream a lot.  And as they grow, hopefully, we have encouraged at least one of their dreams.  My oldest son has a great talent in the field of art.  He can draw freehand better than most people can with rulers, erasers, and computers.  We set him up with everything we could to encourage that talent and dream that he had to become an artist.  As time went on his dream changed into writing.  To which, we had also encouraged.  Now his dream has changed again.  He is now wanting to be a pastor.  This dream was handed to him from the hand of God.  During two different church services, he was told that he would be God’s voice.  Which confirmed what God had already laid on his heart.  We are trying our best to encourage his new path toward his dream.  Dreams have life in them.  But, without support they will never come to pass.  We should all be so blessed to have someone who will encourage us to follow our dreams.  If we all allow God to be our encourager, our dreams will be no longer.  They will be reality! God speaks to us through dreams since the begin.  One can look throughout the Bible and find numerous times when God spoke to someone through a dream.  He has never stopped.  What a wonder this world could be if we would support each other’s dream, rather than trying to destroy them.  Mr. King was killed because he spoke his dream out loud and it encouraged others who had the same dream.  His death destroyed the fulfillment of his dream.  Dreams are meant to grow inside of us.  Dreams give us hope.  Dreams help our faith.  Dreams help us love.  Spend some time dreaming this weekend. 

Thanksgiving Day Prayers

A few years ago, I found these prayer while cruising the internet.  I do hope you enjoy.

Our Heavenly Father,

Thank you for bringing us together to celebrate another year. We ask You to preside over this gathering. There have been both trials and blessings. You have been with us ever step of the way and we trust You to be with us for the future.
Thank you for the feast that You have provided. We ask you to bless this food and everyone that is gathered here.
We thank you in the name of Jesus,Amen.

Dear Lord in Heaven,

We are so grateful that you have brought us all together to celebrate Thanksgiving Day.
We are thankful for your mercy and your grace.
We thank you for your plan of salvation and for the Bible containing Your holy word.
Thank you for your guidance and protection during the past year. We are grateful that you will continue to guard our hearts and minds in the year to come.
We love you Lord. Your’s is the kingdom and the power.
It is in the name of Jesus we pray,Amen.

 

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