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Friday, April 19, 2019

Eleventh Hour Gift

James 4:17 “Therefore to him that knows to do good, and does it not, to him it is sin.”

A Moral Compass

Yesterday I was reading one of my morning emails by Max Lucado, this one was titled “An Eleventh Hour Gift”. If you’re a Christian, you might know where I’m going with this and what it all means. The eleventh-hour gift was the gift of forgiveness as Jesus hung on the cross dying.

When one criminal hurled accusations at Jesus, the criminal on His other side chastised him for saying such a thing about a man who had done nothing wrong! “Yes we did something wrong, yes, but this man is innocent!” No one knows exactly what was said while three men hung bleeding to death on a cross but Jesus said something profound, “Today you will be with me in paradise.” My faith tells me that THAT is the kind of man Jesus was/and IS all about, love and forgiveness.

What? This criminal? Paradise? Full of sin gets to see paradise? Yes, people, that’s what Jesus’ death was for this tainted world, forgiving our sin-filled nature. Did these men attend church? Did they wash Jesus’ feet? Did they tithe and read scripture regularly, picking it apart word for word so they got it right with the Lord? Do they get to see paradise too? 

It gets tricky and I believe this is why we have an era stuck in a world judging God/Jesus and the moral compass. They answer to no one and forcing them to read a Bible that is full of sinners, rapist, killers, sodomy, and incest, the line of teaching gets lost and they come out on the other end with their own truth. Atheist didn’t become that way because they DIDN’T read the Bible, no, more than likely they read it and came away with their own summation.

I have a son, nieces, and nephews from blood and marriage and I know the different upbringings each of them had and what they carry with them. They define God in their own way, no matter what the Bible says, their parents said, ministers say, they come to their own conclusion of what a Moral Compass even is; they answer to no one. And even the ones that turned out to be Christians, came out believing ‘God didn’t mean it this way or that way, again, making their own truth fit what they’ve read and learned.

This is sad but when I read that email of Max Lucado’s it seemed pretty clear to me, Jesus didn’t die because we were all perfect in our moral compass worlds. He died because we are ALL sinners. So does that mean we get left behind because we’re out here with our high and mighty Moral Compass? We do everything right and honorable and fall on occasion, so does that mean we’re just going to be forgotten in our eleventh hour? I don’t believe so.

Will all of the children growing up today be forgotten because they don’t understand what the bible and the message said? No, they won’t! They are not being taught and much of what is taught is misconstrued, mixed and a jumbled up mess of laws, vows, deaths, and sins, they see no hope in the Word and are not taught of the HOPE in the Word.

People today are so vindictive, so eager to have the upper hand and smite the neighbor, it is a long line of misconceptions we teach our kids that it is okay, because of what, God forgives? TO ME, it is us, who already know that it’s a sin who will have trouble ‘knocking on heavens door.’

What I’m saying is, today is Good Friday, it is the day designated as the day Jesus was hung on the cross. I say designated because no one, and I mean NO ONE, knows of the day or hour our Lord was hung on the cross. One thing we Christians ARE certain of is that He died with one last breath forgiving a sinner who didn’t know any better all of his life, that Jesus was the God that many searches for. He forgave mankind, point blank!

I remember when I broke my femur last September and I laid crying in pain, what kept me sane at the moment was knowing Jesus suffered more as He made his way to the cross. The images of Jesus being whipped and beaten as He dragged the heavy wood to the top of ‘Skull’s Hill’ gave me something to focus on other than what I was enduring. Every drop of bloodshed, every laceration, every wail of pain from an innocent man, left my pain feeling small and petty.

As the past six weeks have been filled with pains all over my body that I DID NOT expect to feel, I thought I could handle any pain after Septembers rain of pain but this pain is just as immeasurable and I failed to conjure the images that I know might carry me through to the finish. I feel like a failure as I head into my New Year, no longer looking forward to ringing in the New Year in the fashion that I’ve done for years now. It’s all changed. Life has changed, the world has changed.

Easter Sunday will be different this year. My husband has to work, my son has to work, the family will rejoice with food and one another, sharing and caring and I’ll be left alone to celebrate my New Year in the fashion that I saw it coming, alone, with the One that forgave man, all of mankind, for being the sinners they are.

One thing I can say is that this Sunday I will RISE from my bed, and embrace the chance to live another day, basking in His glory! Another sunrise and sunset to tell the people of the world that no matter the sin, no matter the pain and shame you feel, there is the eleventh-hour forgiveness awaiting each and every one of you. Remember, it’s your magnetic moral compass that will lead you north or south

James 5:15 “And the prayer of faith shall save the sick, and the Lord shall raise him up; and if he have committed sins, they shall be forgiven him.”

James 4:11 “Speak not evil one of another, brethren. He that speaketh evil of his brother, and judgeth his brother, speaketh evil of the law, and judgeth the law: but if thou judge the law, thou art not a doer of the law, but a judge.”

Unknown quote: “The more fake you are, the bigger your circle will be. The more real you are, the smaller your circle will be.
These are well known facts.”

May each and every one of you have a most Blessed Celebratory Day as we remember the reason for the Season!






Saturday, November 11, 2017

Images


I love taking pictures of trees. Dead or alive they hold mysterious beauty as to the struggles, the winds and the storms they've endured.

The sunrise...

and sunsets...the trees come alive.

I think the clouds lend a hand in the beauty. 

Simply put... trees are the branches of life

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Ice Storm 1 16 17






The petrified tree branches are creaking with the slightest breath of wind. Weakened limbs snap and fall missing the electric wires and the beloved truck. Littered is the lawn with limbs gone by. The darkened sky speaks to my heavy heart and the tears from the clouds erupt into ice pellets that are attacking everything in its path. Blessed be His name, the Protector of all! 

Thursday, November 03, 2016

Sunrise/Sunset

Sunrise out my front door

Deut. 33:14 “And for the precious fruits brought forth by the sun, and for the precious things put forth by the moon,”

Sunrise and Sunset

I love the warmth of a sunrise as it slowly moves up the horizon and clouds gently part as if they are welcoming the fresh new start of the day. The sunset is similar as the clouds bow down to sun bidding it a farewell until the morning comes around again.

Shoes fascinate some women; some are preoccupied with clothes, while women captivate men, and in my weirdness, I’m riveted by sunrises and sunsets! Since the first time at age ten of sneaking out of the house at four in the morning with my sister and cousin to watch the sunrise, the orb that appeared every morning like clockwork casting shadows across the land, fascinated me.  

Luke 21: 25 “And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars; and upon the earth distress of nations, with perplexity; the sea and the waves roaring;”

I’m not as obsessed with the sun and moon as I am with God but they come in a close fourth, the second being the Christ man, the third the spirit. Yes, I believe in the trinity, Father, Son, Holy Spirit but that did not stop my immersion into reading everything I could about astronomy. I worship and praise only ONE God and I don’t give into idol worship.

As a child, I wanted to be an astronomer, an astronaut, an archaeologist or a nun. Well as life happened and the city life tried to swallow me whole, I matured in what was possible within my grasp and that was a life as a writer. Never did my consummation of the cosmos, archaeology or theology stray from me.

We all have a tendency to become obsessed with one thing or another whether it is politics, money, hair, clothes, men or women and my obsession of God is no different. I can never get enough of the Light that shines into my soul then floods out my fingertips in way of words being leaked to people who might read what I have to say.

Since I held my first camera in my hand my next fascination was capturing the sunrise and sunset so I could keep the image alive whenever I needed a pick me up on cloudy days. Yes, believe it or not, the ball of fire was a meditative healing spot for me.



As I think of the Thankful November momentum, I’m thankful for every single day that I wake and have the ability to see the sunrise and am able to bid my God a good morning via prayer. Ironically, in my own little mind I have become all I wanted to be as a child, a closet astronomer, still a wannabe archaeologist, as I love rocks and anything I dig up and find, and am some form of nun in my own aspect, as my life is dedicated to God. What about an astronaut you say, well I fly to the moon every night when I close my eyes so yeah, I’m my own astronaut too. Maybe THAT is why some consider me ‘spacey’. 

Rom. 12:2 “And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.”

While I strive to soar and not conform to this world. I have hopes that my spiritual family will accompany me one day wherever it is we wind up on the eternal plane. I realize that God brought me to this juncture in my life surrounding me with souls that He knows will meet Him in heaven and at least I’ll have a chance of having SOMEone being on the other side to greet me.

Since the Internet came into my life in 2003 there was never a better day to find many of the answers to my vast amount of questions that couldn’t be answered by leafing through the yellowing pages of life. NASA has visually shown me the cosmos where my love of astronomy flourishes.  National Geographic takes me on an explorer’s expedition and the King James Version of the Bible fills me with the Words that I need to sustain the blood pumping through my veins. 

So all in all the sunrises and sunsets fill my world in a kaleidoscope of color and vibrant life that keeps me feeding words to you via the life in me. Space, the final frontier, this is my mission, to explore the heavens, to seek out new souls and wondrous galaxies, to boldly go where all men will one day strive to be…with God!

All Glory to God!

Isaiah 61:7 (NIV) “Instead of their shame my people will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace they will rejoice in their inheritance; and so they will inherit a double portion in their land, and everlasting joy will be theirs.”



Sunset out my back door





Sunday, August 07, 2016

Poetry Sunday ~ Peace


Ecc. 9:5 “For the living know that they shall die: but the dead know not any thing, neither have they any more a reward; for the memory of them is forgotten.”

Peace

Peace like shadows on the water
listening to the gentle whisper 
of God’s Spirit leaving ripples
on your soul.

Peace like the sunrise rising
without sound but the warmth
washing over your being bringing 
you to a new day.

Peace like the night sky alight
with embers of your soul
fragmenting you to who matters
to Him.

Peace like the veil of death
the breath of everlasting
life’s first kiss that stirs
your soul awake.


Sunday, January 26, 2014

Poetry Sunday ~ Sunrise


Luke 1: 79 To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.

Sunrise

The morning breaks
With flaming sun
I hear the winds
The rays outrun.

I see the shadows
In length from trees
Swaying softly
To the morning breeze.

Darkness lingers
Before the dawn
Creatures who creep
Are now withdrawn.

Softly the daylight
Breaks through the sky
Warming the ground
Without a sigh.

I raise my eyes
Begin to pray.
For God has granted
Me this day.

I will soar
Always share
With all I love
And whom I care.

Nothing dark
Will come from me
I’ll shine as the Son
For all to see.

Matt. 10: 27 What I tell you in darkness, that speak ye in light: and what ye hear in the ear, that preach ye upon the housetops.


Monday, May 17, 2010

Moody Monday

2 Sam. 22:3 The God of my rock; in him will I trust: he is my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower, and my refuge, my saviour; thou savest me from violence.
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Ever have one of those days where you just roll over in bed and don’t feel like waking up and facing the day? Have you ever had a Moody Monday? Well some might say that every day is a moody Monday for me, but I do digress.

I wake up in the still of the morning when the birds are all tucked away. As I sit here and await the sunrise, I drink my morning coffee and relish the quiet time I have. The birds begin stirring, chirping can be heard, then it happens, the orb in the sky peeks over the trees blanketing the farm with orange light.

Today ghostly shadows stood erect as the sun began its ascent. Fog covered the entire farm and out of the shadows came soldiers marching to war in silence. Ok, they were just barns, but when you’re only half awake, I’m telling you, they sure look like ominous men of war.

I’ve been feeling pretty good lately. No fears with driving. I made it into church yesterday with nary a tremble. It was raining and although at first I thought, “I don’t want to drive in the rain, I’m scared of the slippery roads.”  I was God slapped! He said, “Don’t you trust me?”

“Well, yes I do!” And all fears drifted off somewhere, I imagine to his shoulder so he could carry the fear for me, then off to church we went! :) There was no Pastor Mike this time and we had to settle for the youth minister because apparently, this weekend was graduation weekend. So the service was dedicated to the youth of society. Remind me to tell you about this wonderful church, someday.

My dad is feeling pretty good, and he is back to being his ol ornery self. Things should be feeling pretty good to me but something is missing. I have God in my life, a roof over my head, food to eat, a healthy son, a man whom I think loves me, what more could anyone want?

Oh, I know, passion. I’ve been writing, reading, critting, all good things right? But I feel passionless towards things. Today I woke up and just felt ‘blech’. I think I know what I need to do, June’s words are always reverberating in my head. “Prioritize,” she whispers, “Organize,” she rants, “Set goals,” she hails; a bombardment of voices I tell ya!

June might say, “That’s a good thing if I have that kind of impact.” Well June, you do dagnammit! lol So now today I need focus. If only the sun would stop looking so beautiful, the trees would just sit still and allow me to gaze at their beauty, if the birds, the glorious birds, new and old alike, would stop for a minute and let me get a picture of them at play.

If the weather, the mean, unknown weather would comply, I might just have a Marvelous Monday!