gittinfedupwiddit

2010-12-01T07:57:00.002-05:00

"For we walk by faith, not by sight. We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord." -- 2 Corinthians 5:7-8

My precious friend, neighbor, and sister in the Lord, Rita Stevens, stepped into glory last Wednesday evening. I wrote earlier about her in "The Bravest Woman I Know". I won't elaborate on that here.

Rita was faithful to the end, claiming God was great above all, able to heal or to take home. As I left her hospital room for the last time, I knew it was likely I would not see her in this world again. But I share the hope, as she did, that we will meet again, in the place He has prepared for His children.

Today, family and friends will remember her in a service at her Church; she will then be taken, as she requested, to Arlington National Cemetery and interred in her husband's gravesite.

There is a scripture in Proverbs about a virtuous woman. Verse 31:18 says, "...her light does not go out by night." Rita's loving, radiant light will never go out. It lives on in her family and friends, in everyone she ever met. Today she shines like the sun, safe and whole with her Lord. There is our peace and comfort as we honor her life.

We love you, Rita. No goodbyes; we'll meet again.

The Evil Men Do

2010-09-09T11:39:00.007-04:00

"You have heard it said, 'an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.' But I tell you not to resist an evil person. Whoever slaps you on the right cheek, turn the other to him also. ... You have heard it said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be the sons of your Father in heaven... Matt 5:38-45, excerpts

The morning in Tennessee was sunny and beautiful. My grandson was playing around my living room floor, and my daughters and husband had left for work. I'm sure I was doing my usual morning puttering, dishes, dusting, cleaning up whatever Caleb had spilled last...when the phone rang. My husband told me to turn to the news and find out what was going on in New York City.

The puttering stopped cold; I'm don't remember breathing; I couldn't tell you if the world was still turning. I was struck numb watching one of the towers of the World Trade Center blazing from what appeared to be a plane having gone mysteriously off course. Then, in horror, I watched a second plane fly into the second tower; and only a few minutes later, reports of a plane having struck the Pentagon, and another crashing in Pennsylvania. I called Dennis back and told him this was no accident...we were under attack.

These are my memories of September 11, 2001.

What happened that day cannot be forgotten, swept under a rug, imagined away, or rewritten. The destruction was greater than that of Pearl Harbor, the worst attack on American soil in our history. It was formulated, financed, and carried out by lunatic, fanatical followers of a religion built on hatred, deceit, and violence. Though there are those members who do not advocate the radical elements of this religion, very little is said or done within their ranks to stand against the terrorists who threaten to destroy every person or political power who opposes them.

And now, having said all that - -

I am a follower of the Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Most High God. My hope and my faith is in Him, and my guide through this world is His Holy Word. Over two hundred years ago, at the founding of our beautiful nation, safeguards were put into place to guarantee that I would be able to worship in freedom as My God directs. I am free to pick up a Bible and read it at any time, in any place, contrary to what some would have me believe. The same laws which protect my Bible also protect my grandson's copies of the Harry Potter books. They protect every newspaper in the country, every magazine from "Highlights" to "Playboy"; and, those laws protecting the Christian's Bible also protect the Jew's Torah, the Hindu's Gita, the Buddhist's Sutra, and the Muslim's Quran.

I would never, whether urged by my government or my Church, become a part of any group wanting to burn any book at any time. I do not believe the writings of the Quran; but I defend the right of others to read and believe it. If I do not want anyone showing disrespect for my faith, I must not show hatred for theirs.

To those who will be burning the Quran on Saturday...I hope that you will at least be honest with yourselves and the rest of the world. You are not honoring Christ; you are only fostering ill will and mistrust. In my humble opinion, this "convert or destroy" philosophy of yours makes you just another bunch of radicals. I'm praying you will allow the Grace of God to change your hearts and your plans. If that does not happen...I'll pray for His mercy and His protection.

The Bravest Woman I Know

2010-08-26T15:28:00.002-04:00

"Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he is also become my salvation." -- Isaiah 12:2

I have always felt a little...oh, who am I kidding?...waaay more than a little sorry for myself since we moved to Florida. So far away from family and friends, I envied Dennis being able to get out and actually see and talk to people. Because I am back in TN every summer and for various holidays, it hasn't been possible to become really involved in the Church we attend, so I really haven't made even casual acquaintences there. I began praying for God to send me a friend, just someone I could visit, and talk to, pray with, even if just once in a while.

Turns out, right across the street, lived Rita Stevens, a tiny woman with a huge smile, who had been praying virtually the same thing. Rita and I would see each other at the mailboxes, or while out fooling with the lawn and plants, but never really connected until one day when I mentioned how much I loved her hair style. She laughed, told me it was a wig, and that she would let me borrow it. It was then she began to share with me her fight with cancer.

Rita and I began walking around the neighborhood in the mornings, and there are times I visit just to talk. We have a lot in common. Both of us grew up poor, in large families; we both like antique stores, sewing, and our coffee black. We have husbands whose careers have left us alone quite a bit, and we love to talk about our children and grandchildren. In our time together, I have learned how long and hard her fight against her cancer has been. Not that she complains...ever. Her faith, strong and sure, is the most remarkable I have seen. In our prayers together, I'm the one bursting into tears. She does not talk about the pain, but about the God whose healing touch eases it. She doesn't complain about the weekly visits to the oncologist, but praises the Lord for being able to reach out to others in treatment. The doctors and nurses are amazed at her attitude and confidence in Him, and her willingness to help strengthen and encourage others even as she fights the battle herself.

Rita just called me, laughing her infectious laugh, wondering how my Mom is, and how I am; then finally got around to telling me the Doctor has found new tumors in her shoulder. She knew I would be upset; by the end of the call, she was reassuring me. "God has this all in His Hands, and I don't want you to worry," she said.

I thank the Lord that He has brought this precious woman into my life. I have found a friend, a walking buddy, and a prayer partner. She is, without a doubt, the bravest woman I have ever known. Those of you who read this, please keep Rita in your prayers. As she puts it, "I know God is a healing God; but whatever happens, I am in His Hands."

"Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand;
But I know who hold tomorrow, and I know Who holds my hand"

Thank You, Lord...and thank you, Rita.

Grow Up!!!!

2010-06-25T08:52:00.004-04:00

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became an adult, I put childish ways behind me." -- ICorinthians 13:11

Have you ever watched Dr. Phil, or Keith Ablow or any of those TV "Mr. Fix-it's"? I have, a few times, though not within the last couple of years. They made me want to claw at the TV, gnash my teeth, and scream at their whining guests, "Oh, for Pete's sake, GROW UP!!!!"

It is so sad to watch a family falling apart, in any circumstance. But, to me, the saddest of all are those families made up of nothing but children. There is a father, a mother, and any number of youngsters; but the ones who are supposed to be responsible, in control, and mature have given all that up in the name of anger, spite, and coming out on top. As the real children watch, helpless, afraid, and guilt-ridden, the "adults" wage war over everything in the home. Money, house, car, sex, friends, family, and (usually last) the kids are all lines drawn on the battlemap, and the one who walks away with the most, wins. Or so they say.

Some of these family affairs get downright trashy. I'll stop there, you know what I mean. With both parents claiming they "only want the best for the children", the children suffer most. Watching the two people whom they trust for their safety and survival destroy their lives and each other tears at their hearts. The Big Kids don't really care, as long as one can hold the other responsible for all of it. The Little Ones, if they could express it, know the truth; but they are very seldom heard. They are neglected to the point of abuse as the whining brats they call "Mom and Dad" slug it out, hurling accusations, insults and blame at each other, and showing to all the world the very worst in themselves.

I'm praying right now for a family in crisis. I, like everyone else watching, have my own opinions about the situation. Most of all, I am concerned for the children. Neither parent seems to be really thinking of them. Might and right seem to be all that matter to this pair of spoiled children. How sad. How deeply, terribly sad.

What's This Country Coming To?

2010-06-03T11:36:00.013-04:00

"For whatsoever is born of God overcometh the world: and this is the victory that overcometh the world, even our faith. Who is he that overcometh the world, but he that believeth that Jesus is the Son of God?.....And we know that we are of God, and the whole world lieth in wickedness."

There are days I sit watching the news, practically dumbfounded by what I see.

America...the very name once stood for all that was just, right, and free in this world. She was the haven to which generations of oppressed, persecuted, and outcast souls came for safety and peace. America was hope and propserity for those willing to work. Millions upon millions fled war, dictatorship, famine and imprisonment to America's democracy, freedom and comforts. The US Constitution guaranteed a government created "of the people, by the people, for the people", with all the rights to life and liberty they had been denied in their own homelands.

Where is She, our beloved America, now? I was taught to be proud of my Land of the Free, Home of the Brave. I'm having trouble finding much of Her around anymore. Millions still come here; some come for all the same reasons, but the majority of others come looking not for a dream, but a free ride. Caring nothing for ourheritage, our laws or our pride, they expect our citizens to pay for their laziness and illegal activities. In fact, in many cases, they demand it as their right. Declaring their right to practice faith freely, some enter our gates demanding that Christians bow to their foreign and false faith in the name of "tolerance".

Our own government is working against its people. Taxes are imposed on a whim, on false data posing as "scientific evidence", or simply because some legislator wants to flex muscle. Our economy, the free enterprise system and business competition that made our country a leader in the world is systematically demonized and destroyed by those who seek to make us just another third-world generic country.

In short, our precious America is dying before our eyes. And, before you think I am laying blame at the feet of illegal immigrants, non-Christians, or corrupt politicians, let me be perfectly clear: it's my fault. And yours. Apparently, we haven't gotten angry enough. We haven't screamed loudly enough, we haven't gotten the attention of our government and made the powerful hear us. I was angry to the point of tears hearing that man in the White House on the Gulf oil spill. His lies no longer surprise me, I've become accustomed to the fact that he is incapable of telling the truth about anything. I was angry that no one appears to be standing up to him. It seems to me that we have just given up. I saw that a conservative organization in Iowa has decided to "sit out" the November election process because their candidates didn't win in the primaries. Yeah, folks, let's all just sit it out. That'll show 'em. In fact, the primaries thus far have not shown a very clear indication that there will be much change at all come November. We have simply thrown up our hands, thrown in the towel, and thrown our support to evil, deceit, liberalism and destruction.

To paraphrase Edmund Burke, "All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing." My "nothing" phase is over. From now on, I will cry out against whatever I feel is evil or wrong in my Land. I am not a violent person; but I can put up a fight with my voice, my writing, and my vote. I resolve that I will not throw this country away; I will not let my freedom go; I will not stand idly and silently by as others try to take it from me. My trust is not in my leaders, their empty words, or my own power. I stand on the Solid Rock, greater than all person, principalities, or powers, and through Him I have been granted the privilege of living in America, Land of the Free, and Home of the Brave. I pray my children will remember me one day as one of the proud, free and brave.

God Bless America!

Jay Lynn

2010-04-25T14:34:00.002-04:00

"A good man out of the good treasure of the heart brings forth good things..." Matthew 12:35

The first time I met Jerry "Jay Lynn" Burnette was at a Church state convention in 1995. My precious father-in-law had died in 1994, and my mother-in-law, Jean, had been seeing Jay for a few months. I watched her slide her arm under his as we sat during one of the services, and I was suddenly possessed with an anger I had to fight down! Who was he to show up with Jean like this? How dare they...! I held back tears and began to pray as I sat there, finally asking "How dare I take this attitude?" God, bless Him, calmed me that day, and quickly began to show me what He had already confirmed to them: this match was indeed made in Heaven. Jay's wife had died shortly after Ray. Jay, though a good man, had never followed his wife's devotion to the Lord. After her death, he was saved, and, he said, needed someone beside him to help him in his spiritual walk. Jean, a Christian woman, needed a strong man to support and love her. In short, they were perfect for each other.

Jay was a simple man, kind, honest, and loved and respected by all who knew him. He loved to fish, hunt, and plant. His garden was widely known for producing some of the best vegetables around. He could catch more fish in one weekend and more deer in one season than some outdoorsmen could have hoped for. Jean shocked us all by eagerly joining him. This quilting/sewing/every-hair-in-place city girl soon had her own rods, reels, and deer rifle. What he caught and grew, she would cook, can, or put in the freezer. Dennis loved to say aliens had abducted his Mom and left the new Jean in her place.

There was no wanting around Jay. If there was need Jay could fill, it was filled to overflowing. Many an elderly member needing something fixed found a ready handyman in Jay. His gardens and freezers were open to those in need, and to those who just dropped by for a visit. But his greatest gift to us, his adopted family, was his love. "Papa Jay" was a joy to Jean's children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. He loved to have all of us around. He delighted us with his stories; he willingly shared his every possession; and, in the dark days after Dennis' brother was killed, Jay was our rock. He was Jean's strength and consolation through it all.

Jay left us suddenly on Saturday, April 17, after a short illness. Jean said it was as if he turned on his side, closed his eyes in this world, and opened them in Heaven. I thank God He gave Jay such a peaceful transition. I thank Him that Jean had almost 15 happy and wonderful years with him. But, more than anything, I thank God that He allowed our family to be so mightily blessed by this loving, funny, generous, and Godly man.

We love you, Jay.

2010-04-12T12:06:00.004-04:00

"Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right had of the throne of God. For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become weary and discouraged in your souls." Hebrews 12:1-3

I watched the very end of the Master's Golf Tournament yesterday. It wasn't that I care for golf; in the world's most boring sports, it falls second in line behind curling (see blog 2/17/2010).

The fascination for me with this tourney was the end, only the very end. Phil Mickelson had come from behind to win again. After a rather disappointing start, he played steadily and whole-heartedly through to the end, even pulling off what some called a "miracle shot" on the 13th hole. Mickelson was surrounded by cheering fans, reporters, and tournament staff all wanting to congratulate him. Mickelson, however, was looking for one face, one smile among all the rest: his wife, Amy, who was waiting at the end. Having been diagnosed with breast cancer eleven months before, Amy was weakened and unable to walk the entire Master's course with her husband. But she was there at the end, smiling through her tears, to share the joy and the victory with him, and that meant everything to him. More important to him than the win, the money, or that (ugly) green coat, was the hug he got from her. He told reporters, "It's something we'll share for the rest of our lives."

At any given point in our lives, the struggle of it all can bring us literally to our knees. We begin to wonder if there is any reason to keep going, any good to come from the fight, any hope left at all. Sickness, financial stress, family issues, trouble on the job...things we sometimes gloss over as "every day" worries...have the power to overwhelm us, to drag us down and keep us down. God knows that. He sent us an advocate, who, at one time, was tired, angry, broken-hearted, even hungry, thirsty, and homeless. He experienced all the cares of this life that He sees us facing now. And He showed us that our faithfulness, our endurance, and our reliance on Him will bring us to the victory.

Some day, I want to be able to stand in His presence, and say with Paul, "I fought the good fight, I finished the race, I have kept the faith. Finally, there is laid up for me the crown of righteousness..." 2 Tim 4:7-8. I want to run patiently, fight righteously, hope unfailingly, trust completely, and love unconditionally. That will bring me to the end, to that One smiling face and the eternal prize.

And my coat will be white.

2010-03-19T12:37:00.007-04:00

"Put not your trust in princes, nor in the son of man, in whom there is no help. His breath goeth forth, he returneth to his earth; in that very day, his thoughts perish. Happy is he that hath the God of Jacob for his help, whose hope is in the Lord his God; which made heaven, and earth, the sea, and all that therein is: which keepeth truth forever..." Pslam 146:3-6

Well, the wild ride continues. While all the conservative talking heads declared the "health care" bill to be dead, it seems to be rolling toward passage sometime this weekend. Can it be stopped? Sure, my God is able. Will it be? His will be done. No fortune tellers at this desk.

"Hope and Change" have given way to a deceitful, corrupt, "my-way-or-else" regime bent on bringing a blanketing totalitarian government to a once free and fiercely proud nation. The voice of the people is falling on not deaf, but arrogant and uncaring ears. The will of the people and the best interest of the nation no longer matter. The Constitution, the Bill of Rights, and the Declaration of Independence are now only wall decor in the halls of Congress. The vows taken to uphold and defend them were, for this "majority" in congress, just so much hot air.

I have copies of letters I sent to the Presidents of the three major TV networks after Obama's election. I told them what would happen in the aftermath: destruction of the economy, government take-over of industry and the media, and those who do not follow along being attacked, demeaned and eventually outlawed altogether. I'm batting about .750 so far. Stay tuned.

Though I look at our country's situation and wonder how we could have been so duped, so blinded, so stupid to have allowed such things to arise, I keep turning to the blessed true Word and find so much Hope and Peace! America has been through some pretty rough times; by the look of it, there are more even rougher days ahead of us. But happiness, peace, truth, hope and change are there for the taking in those whose trust is in the Lord God. He is Truth; He is hope and peace, light and salvation for those who believe and rely on Him! This is not a time for fear, but for faith, confidence, and saints on bent knees boldly crying out before the Throne to the God who holds all the answers!

"The Lord openeth the eyes of the blind: the Lord raiseth them that are bowed down: the Lord loveth the righteous: the Lord preserveth the strangers; He relieveth the fatherless and widow: but the way of the wicked He turneth upside down. The Lord shall reign for ever, even thy God, O Zion, unto all generations. Praise ye the Lord." -- Psalm 146:8-10

"Though all the world assails me, there is One who never fails me; I am His own, He is my Only! Praise His Name!" -- Old chorus

2010-03-01T16:29:00.008-05:00

"Beloved, let us love one another; for love is of God and everyone who loves is born of God and knows God. He who loves not, knows not God, for God is Love.: -- I John 4:7-8

I have been through three Church "splits" in my lifetime. Trust me, one was more than enough, but sometimes things just happen, even in what we believe to be the closest and most loving of church families. There was hurt, anger, feelings of betrayal and loss of trust on all sides. From the oldest to the youngest members, there was not one left untouched, not one who was not forced to choose a path different from the one we began. To say "I'm the same as I always was" is denial; to say "It didn't affect me one way or the other" is simply not true. None of us came through unchanged. I hope most of us emerged from the struggle stronger and more assured in our faith than ever before; but sadly, some turned away in disillusionment, never to be recovered.

The worst fallout from any church battle seems to be from those who, for reasons only they can understand, cannot let go. Maybe the hurt was just too much; maybe their sense of having been betrayed or attacked has scarred them far too deeply. The fight rages on in them, resulting in everything from constant little digs at the reputations of others, to outright name-calling or threats; and, all the while claiming God backs them up, denouncing the faith, practices, and righteousness of other believers.

I have precious Christian brothers and sisters in church families to which I do not belong. I know -- I know -- that at any time I can call on them for prayer, and they will drop whatever they are doing and pray for my need. I know -- I know -- that at any time, I can walk up to any one of them and hug them just like I used to and still feel the love we have for each other. This is because we made the conscious decision to put our divisions behind us and let the Love of God reign in our hearts toward one another. There are many areas where we disagree; it happens in every family. I don't agree with everything my natural brothers and sisters do or think, but I love them with all my heart. It is same in the family of God. There will be unity and conflict, rejoicing and heartache. But to cast the love aside is to deny the very Grace of God that is the salvation of us all.

To all my brothers and sisters in the Lord, know that I love you very much. You are as precious to me now as you have ever been, and if you ever need me for anything, all you have to do is ask. It's time and past time to peel away the hurt, let the scars heal over, let His Grace heal the heart and mind, and His Love reign again.

"And this commandment we have from Him, that he who loves God loves his brother also." -- I John 4:21

The Mild, Mild World of Sports

2010-02-17T14:32:00.006-05:00

"The Olympic Games are the quadrennial celebration of the springtime of humanity." -- Pierre de Coubertin, Olympic organizer, 1894

"Okay."-- Jo Merrell, 2010

As many others in the last week or so, I have watched a few hours of the Olympic Games. I find some of them to be interesting, artistic, and truly athletic and competitive. I admit I enjoy some figure skating and ski events. Others leave me scratching my head wondering how in the round world such things were ever made into competitions at all, let alone made a part of the Olympic Games. To name just a few:

Curling -- Curling was invented in Scotland sometime in the 16th century. The earliest curling stone ever found was dated 1516. Curling is the "sport" in which a grown man slides a granite stone from one end of a sheet of ice to a target, or "home", at the other end. The stone is guided on its way by two other grown men with brooms who, without touching the stone, sweep a path in the ice ahead of it. (I have been told since posting this piece that there are women's Curling teams, too. I find it hard to believe that any woman would find any competition fun or entertaining if it includes a broom.) Each team gets 16 chances to land a stone on the target, while trying to dislodge the other team's stones. I have never read what may have prompted the development of this game; however, having studied up a bit on my Scottish ancestors, I am pretty sure long winters, rabid drinking, and mind-numbing boredom were involved. Remember, these are the same folks who brought you golf (which is only a little less boring), haggis, plaid skirts for men, and bagpipes. The winners in the 16th century went home with whatever whiskey, side of meat, or woman was agreed upon beforehand. Winners today get Olympic medals and their names in the news.

Biathlon -- (or, as I call it, ski-a-while-shoot-at-something) The Biathlon is a competition which combines skiing and shooting rifles. It is reported to have been developed by Norwegian soldiers as part of military training. I have it on good authority it was more along the lines of the following dramatization:
Gustaf: "But honey, all the guys are going!"
Ilse: "Sure, go; leave me here with wood to chop, fish to brine, wool to weave, and twins to birth, while you go off skiing with your drinking buds!"
Gustaf: "I'll be home by sundown."
Ilse: "Fine, whatever...but bring home dinner!"
Historically, object of the exercise was to repel advancing Nazis in the dead of winter. The Norwegian borders having been declared safe for some time, it now repels sports fans world-wide.

Cross-Country -- Cross-Country is just what it says. Competitors ski across miles of snow-laden country side, sometimes uphill, sometimes down, arriving at the finish line cold and exhausted. It is a long, hard, icy journey that takes hours by ski and five minutes in a Volvo, and one that even the most dedicated camera crew doesn't see through to the end. The phrase "We'll be back right after this!" was coined especially for, and used more often in, the Cross-Country events. The winner receives the Gold medal and his own oxygen tank.

Don't let my confusion make you think I'm not a fan of the Olympics. These events aside, some nights I'll still be right in there cheering on the good ol' USA, and hoping the Chinese and Germans slip, trip, and fall. Go, Yanks!

2010-01-18T15:29:00.006-05:00

"And when you hear of wars and rumors of wars, do not be troubled: for such things must be; but it is not the end yet. For nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom: and there will be earthquakes in diverse places, and famines and troubles: these are the beginnings of sorrow." Mark 13:7-8

An old song says, "In times like these, we need a Saviour; in times like these, we need and anchor; be very sure your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock."

I have, like I'm sure you have, been watching the coverage of the devastation in Haiti. Tens of thousand are dead, thousands more injured or still missing, and the despair of the people is incomprehensible to those on the outside. Hopelessness and fear are turning to violence and outrage as people wait for relief efforts hampered by the destruction. Food, water, and medical supplies are pouring in. Getting it to those who need it most is proving to be a logistical nightmare.

It never fails in a situation like this that someone who should know better decides to affix blame for it all. One popular TV minister claimed that because some 18th century Haitians "made a deal with the devil", God's judgement has rained down Port-au-Prince in 2010. A well-known actor, who apparently didn't have his writer handy, declared that it was the result of those in Copenhagen not getting that world-wide Global Warming agreement. Media commentators run the gamut from "the US is moving too slowly in relief efforts" to "the US is moving too quickly and not well-enough prepared".

Sigh.

Our world is not the victim of a curse pledged to an impotent beast, nor is it in man's hands to prevent any natural disaster by agreeing to use less gas. The events we see all around us are the fulfillment of a promise made by a promise-keeping God, incapable of falsehood, and sure to deliver on His Word. Are there wars? Yes, He said there would be. Do we see disasters, famine, and disease all around us? In every part of this planet, there is hunger, epidemic, want, and unrest. There is no hope in politics, legislation, wealth, or fame. He promised it would all come to pass, and He keeps His Word.

But, Bless His Name, that's not all He promised!

"And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption is drawing near." Luke 21:28

This world shouldn't scare us or have any hold on us; the troubles we see all around us are the dark before the dawn. His peace and grace, His Word and Truth will triumph! Praise His Name!

"For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us." Romans 8:18

He promised!

Watch this one, Gabe!

2010-01-12T13:20:00.005-05:00

"Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing? The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying, 'Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.' He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision." Psalm 2:1-4

Late last year, world leaders, worldly intellectuals, and a group of highly intelligent, unknown and formerly unimportant scientists met in Copenhagen in the name of "Global Warming". This new religion, headed by Pope Albert II of Tennessee, has followers of all races, creeds, and nationalities, whose mission is to save the planet and all flora and fauna thereon. Human life is a secondary concern, seeing that humans are to blame for the problem in the first place. God does not factor in to this religion at all, and belief that He has any part in controlling the world is condemned as heresy. The cornerstone belief of Global Warming is that man can somehow control this world through an environmentally sound use of fossil fuels, hair spray, and toilet paper. GW zealots seek control of all facets of our existence, from the air we breathe to the waste we flush away. To that end, they had congregated to form an agreement among all nations on laws, restrictions, and sanctions that would, in fact, establish a world-wide governmental authority on climate control.

All of Copenhagen was put at their disposal. Jets, private and public, flew in from every corner of the earth; every limousine and call girl in four countries was hired and ready at the snap of a finger; hotels and inns were filled and stocked to bursting. Pope Al II would be there, selling his autograph and a handshake for a mere $1200 a pope -er- pop. Leaders from poor, down-trodden-but-peaceful-freedom-loving nations like Iran, Venezuela, and the USSR would be in attendance, as would the evil, resources-guzzling monster dictatorships like England, Israel, Canada, and the worst of the worst, the United States.

But, as they say on Broadway, a funny thing happened on the way to the forum. E-mails leaked to the media from Global Warming U in East Anglia began to unravel the tangled web that surrounded the Global Warming lies. Numbers had been "tweaked", facts had been twisted, revised, distorted, deleted, and re-invented to make the data support the claims. "Nonsense, nothing to it!" cried the faithful, trying to shrug the egg off their faces. However, the minor glitch quickly became a major impediment. Pope Al II became a no-show, suddenly remembering a previous engagement, and our President, sitting quietly as the US was blamed for just about everything, apologized most humbly and returned without the universal agreement for which he so desperately wanted credit.

Then came the punchline. Never let it be said God doesn't have a sense of humor. While all the GW parishioners were gathered for their general assembly, Copenhagen was hit with the worst blizzard some had seen in their lifetimes. This was followed by the weirdest weather patterns the world has experienced in almost a century. From England to Ecuador, America to New Zealand, the old joke is becoming the fact: "Don't like the weather? Wait a minute..."

I sometimes imagine God punching Gabriel in the ribs and saying, "Watch this, it's gonna be hilarious!" God lets us go so far in our "knowledge". He watches our weak, vain, scrambling attempts to control our world and our lives for just so long, then, in an instant, lets us know that He is still in charge, and our intelligence is nothing. He laughs at our silliness, winks at our arrogance, and waits patiently until we come back to our senses and call on Him. Because, despite it all, He still loves us.

As Bro. Billy Murray once said, "Ain't we sweet? Ain't we pitiful!" Isn't God great? Isn't God good? Isn't God still in charge? And His love endures forever!

Mr. T and the Women

2010-01-07T12:51:00.003-05:00

"Were they ashamed when they had committed abomination? No, they were not at all ashamed, nor could they even blush..." Jeremiah 8:12

I don't often take time to comment on celebrity affairs, except among family, if the subject arises. I don't think promiscuity among public figures is entertaining, "captivating", or worthy of headlines. Frankly, it sickens me. But, this once, I've had enough and I am speaking up. To those who expected more of me, sorry. To those who disagree, tough.

For the last several weeks, we have been treated to the sexual indiscretions of golf legend Tiger Woods. He has been laid bare (no pun intended) for all to examine and judge. The sad thing is, he is being judged not by people who feel he did wrong, but by those who see headlines, TV specials, and dollar signs in their coverage of his sins. I agree with Fox News commentator Britt Hume: Woods desperately needs to turn his life over to a God who sees the man in sin, loves him still, and will forgive if he asks. I pray that he does.

My disgust with the whole mess comes not at disappointment in a man who has been held up as an example to young people; big men sometimes fail, fact of life. It comes in the depiction of the women who were using and being used by Woods as pawns or victims. When I was in my 20's, a woman caught in blatant immorality would avoid the press and try to assume at least some sense of shame for her part in the scandal. However, following the notoriety (and, in some cases wealth) bestowed on the likes of Donna Rice, Marla Maples, Jessica Hahn, and Monica Lewinsky, being the backseat babe of some rich, famous, or powerful man now carries a badge of honor. Near-naked shots of these women can be found on any news or tabloid site, sexually explicit tapes are going high-dollar, and talk shows are fighting over interviews like rabid dogs in a pit. Every one of these women knew who Woods was, knew he was married, and knew what they were doing. Not one of them, to my knowledge, has expressed any shame or remorse; not so much as a blush.

I don't watch "The View." I don't know anything about Joy Behar, except that the expression "foul-mouthed broad" seems to be tailor-made for her. Apparently, she has been asked to apologize for calling these women "prostitutes". It seems, on the surface, to fit the situation. They serviced a famous man and now they want to be paid. However, I don't think these women compare to the girls on the corner of Jefferson Street, who are earning a living the only way they think they can. I'm not condoning the profession; I'm just saying I have more respect for the girl on the street than I have for someone who willingly plays a part in a filthy and immoral game and then tries cashing it all in for fifteen minutes of fame.

"Wow, Jo, hard on 'em much?" Maybe. I am just so tired of sin and filth being made to look glamorous, fun, and profitable to us and our precious children. Maybe if more of us came down harder on the side of righteousness, public figures will get the message that we don't want this in our lives. So, yeah, I'm ticked off and not afraid to say so.

At the same time, I want these women to know that the God who will forgive Tiger Woods will forgive them. Don't believe me? Pull out your Bible and turn to St. John, the 8th chapter. He is faithful, loving, and forgiving, no matter who you are or what you have done. Will it all go away? Nope, not for a while, at least. Will He guide you through it and give strength and grace to bear it? Without a doubt. I pray that you let Him.

Said my piece; done.

2009-12-31T09:00:00.003-05:00

"Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall you not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert." Isaiah 43:19

In a few short hours, 2009 will be done. What a ride this has been!

On a personal level, I have been through a myriad of emotions this year. Dear friends have left us for their heavenly home; while I miss them, I praise God for their release. We have added a precious new member to our family, Lorelai Ann Blackwood, healthy, whole, and a joy to us all. For the most part, we are all well and working, a definite plus these days. Praise God for His Grace, sufficient for all our needs!

Globally and nationally, our world is a hot mess. Economies are collapsing as governments turns their backs on people in their lust for power. Radicals rage, their hatred of God's people white-hot and murderous. People world-wide starve as "intellectuals" meet to further the support for their new religion, a global hoax invented to bring about world government. And, in this great Land of the Free, politicians led by an incompetent and deceitful President work tirelessly to destroy the freedoms that have made us great.

From Rick Warren to Rush Limbaugh, the talking heads are constantly telling us what we must or should do to stop this or that. But the simple fact is, regardless of what we are able or unable to do, God will have His perfect Will in these last days. His Word tells us He will do a quick work, and boy...have you ever seen things happen so fast? In 2010, the strongest weapon we have against whatever is to come is a pair of bent knees. Our power to face and withstand is in Him alone, in His Word and in our daily communing with Him. He will be our way through whatever is to come, a new work of Glory awaiting us with every passing moment!

To all who read this, I wish you a Blessed and Glorious New Year!

2009-11-11T11:32:00.004-05:00

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13

Today, I feel very thankful for the men and women who have freely given their lives so I can live free.

Last month, a young soldier from our home town was laid to rest. Corey Kowall died in Afghanistan, doing what he had always wanted to do: serve his country in the military. He is a hero, and I am honored to have known him. Thank you, Corey.

John Frizzell and Robert Finney, two of my uncles, served in Europe during WWII. Uncle Johnny is with the Lord now; Uncle Bob is still with us. Neither ever spoke of the ugliness of the war they fought; I want them to know I am proud and thankful for both of them. Brother Blythe, enjoy that Honor flight; you have more than earned it. Thank you.

Roy Fields, a dear friend, does daily duty with the Murfreesboro Police Force. Family friend Eddie Mitchell serves with the Murfreesboro Fire Department; our neighbor, Dewitt Cooper, is a member of Jacksonville Fire and Rescue. Thank you, so very much.

It doesn't matter whether the fight is overseas against a foreign enemy or on our neighborhood streets, these brave men and women are standing in the gap for us, ready to fight, and, if necessary, die to protect us. What makes them willing? A strength far beyond any I have. And that is why, this Veteran's Day, I want to say to all of them, "Thank you. I appreciate everything you do for us. God bless you and keep you."

2009-11-10T09:35:00.002-05:00

"Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised." Proverbs 31:30

I guess I will always look on my children as "my babies." It was wonderful to be there for the births of both grandchildren, and I was thankful to know they were whole and healthy. But I could not leave the hospital until I could touch my baby, and know for myself that she had come through it whole and healthy, too. It's a Mom thing.

Now, as I look at my beautiful grandchildren, I am so thankful that, through all my mistakes, misgivings, fears, and bad decisions, my daughters are wonderful mothers.

Amanda has gone through more than her fair share of trial as a Mom. She is, single-handedly, raising one fantastic boy. She works so hard every day to provide the things he needs, but she always has time and energy to keep going after those long days. She sees him through homework, baseball, flu, and 9-yr-old cranky. She shares the home runs and the losses, the "I'm #1!" times and the "I'm such a loser!" moments. She never preaches at him; she chooses to talk to him, and help him deal honestly and fairly with whatever he's facing. She is firm and fair in discipline, and unconditionally loving. I hope, as Caleb grows and matures, he will see just what a great Mom she is.

Karen has just become a Mom. She still has that "Where did you come from?" glow on her face when she looks at her precious daughter. She's dealing with feeding, changing, up-all-night, and random crying, and having to work and leaving the baby in day care. She truly seems to cherish every moment with Baby Lorelai. She is loving, gentle, funny, and fiercely protective. I am so thankful for Jay, her wonderful husband, who deeply loves and cares for them both. Rorei will grow up knowing she is truly loved.

I am so proud of both my daughters. "My babies" are fine, strong young women. And, lest you think I would spend all this ink and not say it, I want to end by declaring that I have the most wonderful, intelligent, handsome/beautiful grandchildren on the face of the earth.

I'm not bragging....just stating the facts.

Brenda

2009-11-05T09:01:00.004-05:00

"Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing; then said they among the heathen, The Lord has done great things for them. The Lord has done great things for us; whereof we are glad." Psalm 126:2-3

The first time I met Brenda was at the Church's State Convention in 1979. Her husband, Ray, had just been appointed as our Pastor, and we went to the stage to welcome them. I was struck first by his pink suit; then, by her wide, beautiful, dimpled smile. I told my mother-in-law afterward that Brenda seemed very sweet, quiet, and shy.

OK, OK...at least I got the "sweet" part right.

While they were moving into the parsonage in Antioch, I invited them to our apartment for dinner. At some point, I forget when, the room was filled with high-pitched, purely joyous, and infectious laughter. I learned very quickly Brenda loved to laugh; and I think that is what I will always remember most.

Brenda was not afraid to laugh right out loud if it brought the Joy of the Lord to the House of God and the hearts of others. We found that Brenda was serious about her faith, but seriously happy about it. It was Brenda who took a group of us to our first Ladies' Retreat one Halloween weekend, where we shared rooms close to general and state WMB workers. It was also Brenda who painted our faces with eyeliner and lipstick, and led us up and down the halls of the lodge trick-or-treating in our nightgowns and robes. It was Brenda who made us see the silly side of our whining..."Oh, for goodness' sake, you're not dying, you're just pregnant!"...and the child side of our worried, adult lives..."No, what you need is a good spanking!"

She gave the best hugs! When she wrapped us in her arms, we could feel every ounce of love and warmth she had to give; and when she let go, we could still feel it, like a blanket around our shoulders. Children would line up around her and stand there until they got one of those hugs!

And speaking of the children..."Beeba" saw them all as pure joy and wonder. Never did she allow children or young people to be shoved aside or ignored. And they adored her. Who can forget her as Mother Goose in the children's Christmas pageant? Or, year after year, working in youth camps? While some worried about the problems they could cause, Brenda saw only the energy, passion, and eagerness in the young. More often than not, she was encouraging harmless mischief, her "camp voice" and that wonderful laughter leading the way, urging the kids to have fun, and the adults to "lighten up."

That joy, that love, and that laughter will be my memory of Brenda.

Brenda stepped into Glory this morning, just a little while ago. I pray for comfort and peace for Ray, her beautiful daughters, and all those precious grandchildren she cherished so. A dear friend was wondering what would be the first thing Brenda would do when she walked through the gates of her new Home. I think I know. Above the sound of the angels singing, I can almost hear her laughing, all the way to His throne. He's going to love that hug.

I love you, Brenda. Save me a seat.

Dennis

2009-11-02T14:12:00.000-05:00

I have been married to Dennis for 35 years as of today.

Everyone gets married thinking life will be all roses and romance, sunshine and sweetness. Truth is, marriage is hard work. For every bright day when everything just goes so right, there are the days when the kids are sick, and the car won't run; the checkbook won't balance, the bills won't go away; get home from one trip, and have to leave right out for another; the kids won't stay home and the in-laws wont't leave; like Roseanne Rasannadanna said, "It's always something."

We have had our fair share of life. We have had arguments to rival the MidEast negotiations. But, we've also had more than our share of joyous and proud moments with our children and grandchildren, and quiet, loving times without them. Dennis, through his years of hard work and dedication, has made quite a respected name for himself with his corporation, and I am very proud of him for that. But, what I respect more, and what makes me love him most, is his dedication to the Lord, his children and to me. I have never, through any trial or fearful time, doubted that.

So, here we are, 35 years later, looking back on how far we've come together. It's been a wonderful journey. Would I change anything? Maybe some minor adjustments here and there; but then, the bumps in the road let you know you're still on the journey.

And they said it wouldn't last!

Do a Little Dance

2009-10-28T15:17:00.000-04:00

"Let them praise His Name in the dance: let them sing praises to him with the timbrel and harp." Psalm 149:3

My brother, John, called me earlier today. I just love him. Of all my brothers, I believe he is the most down-to-earth and plain-spoken. I've heard it said that kids and dogs are good judges of character--well, they all love John.

Whenever I think of John, I remember a time when he was about 9 years old and I was in high school. For whatever reason, we had been up the street and were walking home. All of a sudden, John grabbed my hand and said, "Let's skip." I had no idea a boy that age would dare be caught in front of his friends skipping with his sister; but, all the way back to the house, down the middle of Riner Drive, we skipped. It didn't matter who was watching, or what they thought. That memory is dear to me.

In Church last Sunday, we sang "I'm gonna dance like nobody's watching, I'm gonna sing like no one can hear me." I wish sometimes I didn't care so much what others think of me. In some matters, I really don't care; then, at other times, I find myself so conscious of where I am, and how others will judge me. I want to sing and not care that I'm flat, as long as I'm praising Him. I want to dance and not care if I fall flat, as long as I'm dancing in His Spirit.

David Baroni once said, "Lord, drain me of me, fill me with You." Amen.

To A Friend

2009-10-26T15:42:00.000-04:00

"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity." Prov. 17:17

I guess everyone has a friend like Charlie; Charlie is the kind of friend I wish I had known better.

Charlie is an "extended" friend. I always knew his wife better, since we attended the same Church for years. Though Charlie was seldom there himself, every one of us has known him and has loved him as a friend. Charlie is one of those people most other people just...well...like. I have always known him to be friendly, with a great sense of humor, the guy who is always willing to help if he can, and find the help if he can't. He is a hard worker, generous, and I don't know a kid who ever met him who didn't love him.

Through the years, as our lives all changed, we drifted apart from Charlie and his family, and now, I find myself wishing I had gotten to know him better. Charlie's Mother was taken from them in a terrible accident a few days ago, and he and his children are grieving, and missing her, and saying goodbye. I hope, if any of Charlie's family reads this, they will forward to him our love and prayers. I pray God grants them peace and comfort, and that Charlie finds the love of his friends surrounding him during this difficult time.

We love you, Charlie.

Day in the Life

2009-10-23T10:27:00.000-04:00

"For I reckon...

(Don't you love it when Paul goes all Southern on us? {:-) )

...that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us." Romans 8:18

The kids won't get ready to go, the car won't start, there's a wreck on the way to work, the baby was up all night, the central heat is out, the meatloaf flopped, the boss is a jerk, the government is too twisted for color TV, which has very little to watch anyway, the weatherman was wrong again, the favorite team is comfortable in last place, yadayadayadayadayada.....

"One of those days" seems to be happening more often than it used to. Isn't it great to have a God who knows just what we're facing, when we're facing it, and how to deal? And, His outlook is "Ain't no biggie...look what's waiting for you!"

Sigh....like the old song says, "Heaven will surely be worth it all!"

A prayer for the Children

2009-10-22T09:15:00.000-04:00

"In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not." Mt 2:18

My heart is broken for the Thompson family, whose child was abducted Monday while walking home from school. Her tiny body was found yesterday in a landfill in Georgia.

My mind reels when something like this happens. I heard someone once say, "I don't care if it walks upright and brushes its teeth, if it would do something like this, its not human." I disagree. Animals kill for survival or out of fear. Only a human being has the thought process-decision, planning, selection, implementation-to carry out such a despicable, sickening deed. Whoever this person or persons are, they have destroyed a beautiful, loving and innocent life simply because they could. They have proven themselves to be the lowest of the low; human waste, fit only for that trash heap where they left her broken, violated body.

Many years ago, my Pastor, Ray Dupre, stood before our small congregation and prayed that God would, for that one day, throughout our land, stay the hand of the child abuser; that, for 24 hours, no child would feel threatened, feel pain, or face death at the hands of a parent, friend or abductor. Call me silly--though I never checked it out, I fully believed God heard and honored that prayer. I believe He still will. I am calling on all of us who trust Him to kneel before him on behalf of children everywhere, asking His Hand of protection on them. I am asking as well for His guidance for the authorities to find the evil muderer(s), bring them to justice, and get them off our streets. I'm sorry if I say this too strongly, but I no longer care about their rights or protection. They certainly cared nothing about Somer Thompson.