Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
See how they run, see how they run
(and the song goes on....)
A few days ago, my Bible reading included Matthew 15.14, “...if the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.” It was a verse that I immediately connected the three mice with. Now tell me if that’s not an imagination! (No, I blame it on being an only child).
Seriously, sometimes our way is not always the best way. Sometimes we need to hear, "that's the wrong path, that's the wrong cause", etc. We don't need to attach ourselves to "itching ears" buddies. We need friends who will warn us of dangers ahead - not nonchalantly escort us into harmful and destructive settings. And I believe that we cannot afford to take for granted what we are told. We must confirm our leading by seeking answers in the Word and through faithful prayer. We must open the eyes to our hearts, and not risk blindly falling into the ditch (where danger lurks to destroy our souls) .
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
What Is Life?
Poem written in memory of my son, Mark
What is life? It is but a brief moment,
a vapor, to appear then suddenly vanish.
It takes our plans, tossing them into obscurity.
Consider life's uncertainty, its presumptions.
Daily we put our trust in false securities,
assuming them safe as mist over a field at dawn.
Vapors reluctantly moving, breezes following,
portrayed as two children engaged in a game of tag.
"Unconditional" and "Conclusive" are their names.
The chase begins, with life designated to be "it".
There will be no escape, no place to hide,
for we are vapors, small fleeting seconds in time.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
that the King of glory may come in.
Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty,
Friday, January 23, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
our 44th President of the United States of America
BTW: The picture above is the official portrait of President Obama, which was shot by Pete Souza, the new official White House photographer, using a digital camera for the first time to take an official presidential portrait. The "digital" portrait will hang in federal buildings throughout the United States.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Martin Luther King, Jr.
January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968
"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. But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. And when this happens, when we let it ring, we will speed 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're free at last."
** The Words of Dr. King, 1963 **
May we as Americans, and with God's speed, let freedom ring - and may we as humanity recognize that God created all men equal.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
I'm strong to the finich
Cause I eats me spinach
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
Popeye made his debut January 17, 1929 in a comic strip called Thimble Theater. Originally the comic centered around Olive Oyl and her eccentric family but Popeye eventually took over the entire strip because his spinach-eating character, with its strength and perseverance, was so irresistible.
But why did I REALLY post this? It's simple! Today we are host to the same plot as the 1929 cartoon. Many times we are overtaken by bullies which work at wounding us. Popeye didn't stay down so I say let's not be pushed down by every wind of dissent and hostility - let's become "Popeyes". Why all we have to do is pull out our "can" of faith, flex our spiritual prayer muscles, and through perseverance, strength will come to foil any eccentric situation in our pathway.
BTW: Visited my friend Tena's blog this morning, and wham! There was Popeye. Guess great minds think alike. lol She's posted an old cartoon so take a visit to watch Popeye.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I love to ramble (it is what I know best) so here I go.....Oh, the thoughts about the candy and bake sales of old....
and how through that "manual" labor, the sales helped sustained our churches financially. We spent much time baking cookies, pies and cakes for sale in front of a grocery store (or bank). Our kitchens smelled sickening sweet, and we vowed never to eat a "sugary" again. (Oh for curses, I didn't follow my vow; for to this day, I still pick up a sugary treat - oh well, the Bible says all men are liars, doesn't it?). Now to get on with my story - then we "Betty Crocker" mamas wrapped our goodies in saran wrap, loaded them in our trunks/backseats, drove to the designated site, decorated the display table, and sat for hours in front of Bank of America or the local grocery store selling our savory treats. BTW, reason I mentioned Betty's name was that we ladies saved the coupons off the cake mixes to purchase silverware to grace our tables. Funny how I never did collect enough box tops to finish my set of tableware. It just took way-too-many tops to complete a set, with serving pieces, for a family with four kids.
Then there was the peanut brittle....
Ah, now that's another story. I remember the hours and hours of creating this nutty temptation, the inevitable burns (and scars), the aching backs (sore muscles), cleaning pan after sticky pan, mopping gooey floors, and comforting swollen feet that were held hostage in size 9 shoes (feet had strutted to size 10s). It would be good to stop here, because that's enough physical labor in itself; but usually the women who made the candy took their children and a few other kids out to sell the stuff too. Have you ever taken 4 or 5 rambunctious 8-10 year old boys out for a selling adventure? Mercy me! I'm having reoccurring nightmares.
I could call the names of so many of my baking/cooking buddies/friends, but most of all, they were my spiritual mentors. While slapping those patties together we would pray, sing, and just about "preach" in hopes of helping each other through one of life's obstacles. We didn't realize it at the time, but we were having church every Tuesday and Friday morning (during the holidays, it was more). Yes, these were ladies going beyond the norm so their families and others might have a place to worship next week, next month. Their labor helped with the mortgage/rent payment, made sure the electricity would be on for the next service, or that the pastor and his family would have food on their table for another week. Oh yes, saint and preacher alike realized what sacrifice was being made - and the appreciation was so real. Some days I feel ashamed of how easy it is now to take money out of a church fund, or saints take it out of a savings or put it on a credit card to pay for the "needs". We just "electrically" open our sacrifices, nary lifting a finger. Back then there were no funds/savings/credit cards available. However, in all the labor required to make ends meet back then, it developed people of faith – ones laying hand to the spindle in a common cause - the cause of Jesus Christ.
Now in my simple way (and somewhat beating around the bush), I am wanting to say, that we need to renew our acquaintance with “laying hold of the spindle” – perhaps not in the form of candy/bake sales and peanut brittle but in the terms of getting busy about the Lord’s business. It is up to us - to either stay with the “electric doomaflatchie” (hope the spelling is right as I don't have a clue how to spell it so used my feeble phonics skills to create) - or we can get out the “manual reliable one” (which means work!) to accomplish something for Him.
As for me, turn off the electric, please.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
“A Collection of Yesterday’s Memories Today”
Offering Years of “Collectible Addiction”
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
When coming home from our mini-vacation, we stopped at our favorite orchid grower, Gallup & Stribling, south of Santa Barbara just off Highway One - and it was right in time for their annual sale. Most flowering beauties were $9.95 to $19.95 a plant (some higher but not that many). Restraining myself, I only bought one this time. However, upon thought, I will try to make a trip back in a couple of weeks to pick up a few more. Thanks Kel for taking the pictures.