Is it a gift, a talent, or a bad habit?

Yabbut … what if … butbutbut

I’ve always wanted to know why and how.  I don’t want to lay blame in order to punish necessarily especially if there’s no benefit to it, but to reset the status quo in order to prevent a repetition.  But more than looking behind for reasons, I want to look ahead to protect myself, my loved ones, and those around me.  I want to know what’s coming head on.  I hate unpleasant surprises like “You are being terminated effective immediately.”  Why?  “I don’t have to tell you.  You have ( x amount of time) to pack your personal items.” No, I haven’t been fired from my current job.  But I have been fired elsewhere and the above is an exact quote.

Needing to know has been a curse and a criticism since my earliest memory.  Letting go is foreign to me although I have accomplished it, but with great difficulty.  My need to know has labeled me a pest.  Looking ahead has identified me as pessimistic.  “Yabbut, what if….”

Mom said I was borrowing trouble, always borrowing trouble.  Trouble is, no one wanted me to return it.

I am a watchman on the wall.  I am looking for the train and warning people to get off the tracks.  I laid my ear on the rail and felt the hum.  Y’all better clear!  But they’re having too much fun and don’t want to hear it because they don’t see it nor are they interested.

As a watchman, this frustrates me to no end.  I’m getting a Jeremiah complex and expect to be sitting in the bottom of a well soon.

Ever since my first baptism — that’s another post — when Dad told me that Jesus is coming back, that He’ll split the eastern sky, there would be an anti-christ, Jean Dixon was of the devil, the democrats are for the laborin’ man (Dad, I think you just went over the top), and so much more, I have listened intently to prophecy and tried to understand.

If you consider world history to be a theatrical drama, back in 1962 there wasn’t a whole lot of props on the stage, much more plot to unfold before the climax and that climax will be the return, the rule and reign of our Lord Jesus Christ in Jerusalem for 1000 years before the final judgment and the new heaven and earth.

Until then, there are a few trains coming out of the tunnel and heading straight for us.  There’s a few swords and shields beyond the crest of the hill barreling down on our swiss cheese fort.  Do you not want to at least lock the door?  God has spelled out warnings in scripture.  It’s up to the watchmen to point them out and piece them together. I am one of them. I deliver messages but don’t want to claim the title of prophet exactly… yet, anyway.

Most people, especially young people who have most of their lives ahead of them and don’t want to think they won’t have long, fruitful ones like their parents, don’t want to hear it.  I want to remind them that God never lays out his prophetic clues to scare but to prepare.

Do we buy life insurance? Car insurance? Property insurance?  Prepare for the worst first, then live life as if you won’t have to deal with it.


Did you see me?

I saw Geraldo Rivera get swept off his feet.  Just whoosh and he was down and sliding fast.  The beauty and comfort that was Galveston is marred, torn and muddied in one devastating event, something that couldn’t be stopped or controlled. But many lives were saved by the advance warning of the watchmen.

For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, that each one may receive the things done in the body, according to what he had done, whether good or bad. (2 Corinthians 5:10)

Don’t confuse this judgment with the Great White Throne at the end of the thousand year millennium wherein all the dead and all who ever lived will see Him for Who He is.  This judgment is for the saved who know Him and are taken in the rapture.  It is this one on one that determines our individual rewards, our crowns.  It is here that our deeds will burn like chaff of not.

Lord, when did I see you thirsty?  When you gave a drink to the least of them.  In other words, you are indeed your brother’s keeper.  The big things people see, but the little things He sees as big.

Do you see the little ones buried in the big numbers, one big number being 38 million? Or is that so out of your control, it’s not on your radar enough to point out that it’s wrong, very, very wrong?  Are you afraid to make them part of any conversation anywhere so as to not invade someone else’s comfort zone?  If you help one person think twice about them, maybe the chain reaction will save one of them.  If you don’t, then nothing changes.

An old one liner from my Bible college days was the challenge “Are you standing on the promises or sitting on the premises?” (Other favorite sayings from Bible college days were “Hang it on your beak” and “In your ear with scuba gear” but they have absolutely nothing to do with this post.  I just thought they were funny.) I am guilty of sitting my premises too often.

We are salt and light.  Salt without savor is useless.  Light hidden away benefits no one.  The enemy is a roaring lion seeking whom he can destroy any way he can through anyone he can find.  If I don’t fight back and I let him trample babies, countries, ideologies, faith….. what do I say to the little ones who were deprived of their futures, to the Christians killed in Sudan, to the martyrs in North Korea and China, when they ask “did you see me?”

Yes, honey.  I didn’t shut up.

From designer babies to engineered species

This from the UK reported by The Family Research Council:

The British House of Commons has passed an animal-human hybrid law that pushes the U.K. deeper into science’s uncharted waters than any other country in the world. After just three hours of fiery debate, critics of the research fell far short of blocking this radical marriage of the human and animal species. By a lopsided 336 to 176, MP’s granted scientists the license to create any kind of hybrid, including those derived from cloning, animal eggs and human sperm, genetic engineering, and more. From here, the outlook is bleak. Hybrids will likely be approved in a final vote next month. Making matters worse, MP’s also approved the creation of “savior siblings,” which means that parents can use fertility treatments to create an embryo whose genetic material would be harvested to help a sick older child. Here at home, Sen. Sam Brownback (R-Kans.) and Rep. Chris Smith’s (R-N.J.) bill banning animal-human hybrids sits idle. Contact your leaders and ask them to move quickly in distancing America from Britain’s ethical quagmire.

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Sooner or later we’re going to have to speak up against things we’d rather not look at. 

Taking out the trash

“Come ON, Dad. We know it’s rated R but it’s only about 10% language and sex.  The rest is quality art.  You raised us right, we know the difference between right and wrong.  It’ll just go right through us.”  The next day Dad made a pan of his kids’ favorite brownies.  Their eyes were sparkling with anticipated taste sensation as Dad cut and served. “It’s the highest quality chocolate, pure sugar, not that fake stuff, and only 10% dog poo and cat litter. Continue reading


What happens when I don’t post an entry for over a week?  I have so much to write I don’t know where to begin.  Over that amount of time I hear things that make me mad, things that make me laugh or make me think of things that, if not written down, are gone.  As a matter of fact, I do write notes.  Where did I put them?  So I ramble.  Chronological order is out the window.

Friday after work I went to the Feast of Tabernacles celebration put on by my Messianic congregation friends. By the time I got off work and found them at the retreat’s A-frame log lodge, the leftovers were just under warm but still tasty.  The feast started last Wednesday and will end this Wednesday.  Hopefully, I will get back there for the last day.  It’s an 8 day week, and in the opinion of many Jewish/Christian researchers, the actual birth week of Jesus aka Yeshua.

I have completed one week of 5 workouts and started the second week this morning.  Honey has instructions to pull me out of bed at 6am.  So far, none of the bruises show or impair movement.

A local news item from the town just 10 miles east of us was the report of a 4 month old baby at Noah’s Ark daycare who was found whimpering on the bathroom floor, packing tape over his mouth holding his pacifyer in place.  It occured to me that had he been a dog, the outrage and fallout would be deafening.  But since he’s only a human……….

In the national news, another husband has come home to find his children drowned in the family bath tub. Andrea Yates and this poor overstressed mommy have one thing in common — bad timing.  I predict a new phrase in the ongoing slaughter of our babies.  Since the Roe v. Wade decision, the process has progressed from First Term (tissue) to Mid Term (inviability) to Anytime Before Labor (my doctor told me I could wave away my son anytime I wanted, the jerk) all the way to Partial Birth, a brutal excrutiating death in the name of convenience.  Choice.  Custodial privilege.  The next phrase is Post-birth Abortion.  A time frame will be given to determine if a child’s future appears to afford him a desirable quality of life.  If not, we’ll issue a FedEx call tag ……….. Planned Parenthood will have to add on rooms.  Buy stock in Home Depot now while you have the chance.

If I offended you, it’s because certain compromises slipped into our society have slid the body parts of over 35 million unborn children down the proverbial slippery slope literally into the sewers; compromises that have become outrageously offensive to my very soul and spirit.  I don’t apologize.  Neither do I blow up clinics.  Nor do I refuse to forgive anyone who was sucked into the psyche of choice-at-any-cost if she wants forgiveness.  Again, if it were 35 million dogs ……………

(deep breath).  The summer heat is finally history.  We are enjoying this week’s daytime highs in the low 80’s and overnights in cool 60’s.  (But then, the 60’s defined cool).  The fall colors might not happen.  So far, already in October, we are still green.  However, our trees appear to be drying rather than turning.  Not enough rain in August, I’m told.  The good news is that the windows are open, the fans are on and the AC is not devouring electricity.

One more random thought.  Today marks the first day of a statewide ban prohibiting smoking in public places.  In Tennessee, of all places on the plannit, to ban smokin’!! Our local talk show host, Phil Williams, spent the better part of his 3 hours taking calls from people, smokers and non-smokers alike, who did not rejoice over the fresh air without tobacco, but instead complained about the government’s intervention in our private lives.  There just hasn’t been enough proof in enough numbers to declare as an absolute truth that random second hand smoke kills nearly as many people as smokers.  It’s even been stated that it takes 10 times as much time exposure to second hand smoke to cause the same health problem as in the smoker.  But intervene they did.  What next?  If a smoker is outside on his own porch and the smoke drifts to the windows of the neighbors, does Big Brother step in?  “Everybody” smoked when I was a kid.  Make the adjustment.  One caller pointed out something I hadn’t heard before:  When was the last time every non-smoker in a restaurant bent over their plates choking? I wonder if we’ll see an increase in chew’n’ too-bakkie.

On a giggle note, praise team was free-fun Sunday morning.  No more music stands!  And the choir special was fun too, all because of the new screen on the back wall.  No more books, no more director’s dirty looks.  Ok, that was soley for the sake of rhyme.  She doesn’t do that.  An eyeroll or two maybe, but that’s it… and she smiles at the same time.  One of these days, I’m going to show up in a robe. 

Well, wasn’t that all over the place?  That’s what happens after 8 or 9 days of silence. I’ll report in sooner … soon.  Choir’s tomorrow, going to Sukkot Wednesday …. Thursday? See ya Thursday.