Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Why God allows ...
A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed.
As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: 'I don't believe that God exists.'
'Why do you say that?' asked the customer. 'Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children?
If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.
I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.'
The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.
Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the Barbers do not exist.'
'How can you say that?' asked the surprised barber.
'I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!'
'No!' the customer exclaimed. 'Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.'
again and he said to the barber: 'You know what?
'Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me.'
'Exactly!' affirmed the customer. 'That's the point! God, too, DOES exist!
That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help.
That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world.'
If you think God exists, send this to other people---
If you think God does not exist, ignore it!
BE BLESSED & BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!!!!!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
A tangible miraculous healing!!!!
I was on Lithium years ago and it was depressing my thyroid so I had low thyroid. Now your thyroid, according to my cousin, affects every part of your body - your hair, your nails, and your weight! (Girls, don't you love that one!)
The doctors took me off Lithium because of it and I assumed that my thyroid would just naturally adjust itself. I didn't realize that it hadn't.
During a routine physical that I just got, they found I still had low thyroid and prescribed Synthroid.
I wrote my doctor and told her I would not be taking Synthroid and that Jesus Christ still heals today.
In the meantime, I went to the healing rooms in a suburb here and they anointed me with oil and prayed for healing.
I also spoke to my thyroid glands in the name of Jesus of Nazareth and said to be restored. I also read scriptures on healing out loud, and prayed for God to heal me.
My doctor ordered another reading, perhaps thinking I was actually taking Synthroid.
I just got the test back yesterday. When your thyroid is low your TSH level goes up. Mine had gone up to 7.45 and the normal range is 0.20-4.50. The test showed my TSH had gone down to 5.58!!!!!
Nothing but nothing would make it go down except a miracle of God!!!!!
Now my doctor didn't even say anything about Synthroid. She just said, (about my TSH) "it's still a little elevated."
I expect my TSH to go all the way to the normal level. I am so excited!
I have had other healings in this past year. My acid reflux went away (heartburn) after being anointed with oil and prayed for. I had pain in my knees and it went away after getting hands laid on and prayer.
One of our biggest challenges is physical problems as we get older, but with Jesus' healing power, I am not afraid.
Another big challenge is dealing with bitterness. It is a challenge to avoid bitterness.
I also realized today I have pride.
Please, pray for my pride - that God would wash it away.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
He may have been an icon, but to me he was a black man who helped me to embrace black people and black culture during an era when black people were gaining liberation.
His music was full of energy and life, and his body was amazing in how quickly it moved and how creatively he could use it.
His death hits hard.
He is not far from my age.
Look at the picture - his face before he ruined it with plastic surgery. There is the family resemblance. You can see Janet there. He is handsome. He must have known it and freaked out when he began to get older and realized his fresh youth was waning. He must have had a major mid-life crisis.
There are people who have no concept of how they look. He must not have realized he was actually making himself look like a freak instead of making himself look better.
I heard that he had some kind of skin disease, but I don't know what to believe. Maybe he did, and that's sad.
Here is a history of his face. Notice how handsome (masculine) he was at 21.
He is a sad story, and a sober reminder of the truth that we are fragile and break and die, and that nothing remains except what we have when we stand before our amazing creator.
I hope that Michael's soul is not lost.
Isn't it amazing? You can't take it with you. You can't take with you that you had the best selling album of all time.
I just pray for his children, to have a life, to have a normal life and to find a relationship with God - the things Michael didn't seem to have or be able to give them.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.
He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods.
He practiced in the woods; but he could never hit the target.
Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.
As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.
Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved!
In a panic, he hid the dead duck in pile; only to see his
Sister watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.
After lunch the next day Grandma said, 'Sally, let's wash the dishes'
But Sally said, 'Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen.'
Then she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?'
So Johnny did the dishes.
Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and Grandma said, 'I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper.'
Sally just smiled and said, 'well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to help?
She whispered again, 'Remember the duck?' So Sally went fishing and Johnny stayed to help.
After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he
Finally couldn't stand it any longer.
He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.
Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, 'Sweetheart, I know.. You see, I was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sally make a slave of you.'
Thought for the day and every day thereafter:
Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done wrong... The devil will keep using anyone he can to torment you and continually throw it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits, hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...whatever it is...You need to know that:
God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing..
He has seen your whole life... He wants you to know that He loves you and you are forgiven. He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you, and you will continue to allow that person hold something over your head reminding you of how bad a person you are.
The great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness;
He not only forgives you, but He forgets. He will never put it back in your face. If someone is doing this to you, just remember they are acting on the side of the devil who is also called, 'the accuser'. If it isn't coming from God, don't listen to it or allow it to bother you.
It is by God's grace and mercy that we are saved.
God is at the window
When Jesus died on the cross; he was thinking of you!
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
(The second DVD will tell about Christians there today.)
One thing that stands out to me is hearing of when there were hardly any bibles and were hard to come by and Christians cherished their bibles, or parts of them, above all their worldly possessions. One man told of people taking a piece of a bible and passing it around a secret house meeting where everyone held it and kissed it and cried over it.
Do you know the value of God's word? Do you know the power of God's word? Lately I've had a renaissance of love for God's word. I have this free time every evening when I get home from work and I have been dedicating many evenings to spending time in the Word.
I have typed up verses that pertain to each area of life - fear, financial need, healing, renewal and healing of the mind, sleep, etc. I have been reading these verses out loud.
I also go to the bible and open it up, asking God to lead me to what He wants to say to me. I also spend time meditating, so God can speak to me.
This can be life changing.
I don't want to take God's Word for granted. I'm going to eat it up and cherish it for as long as it is so freely given to me - with four bibles of my own, and how many others to be found throughout the house?
Your words were found and I ate them, And Your words became for me a joy and the delight of my heart; For I have been called by Your name, O LORD God of hosts. Jeremiah 15:16
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
WATER vs. COKE
I could not believe this..... Very interesting
#1. 75% of Americans are chronically dehydrated.
(Likely applies to half the world population)
#2. In 37% of Americans, the thirst mechanism is so weak
that it is mistaken for hunger.
#3. Even MILD dehydration will slow down one's metabolism as 3%.
#4. One glass of water will shut down midnight hunger pangs
for almost 100% of the dieters studied in a University of
#5. Lack of water, the #1 trigger of daytime fatigue.
#6. Preliminary research indicates that 8-10 glasses of
water a day could significantly ease back and joint pain
for up to 80% of sufferers.
#7. A mere 2% drop in can trigger fuzzy short-term
memory, trouble with basic math, and difficulty focusing on
the computer screen or on a printed page.
#8. Drinking 5 glasses of water daily decreases the risk of
colon cancer by 45%, plus it can slash the risk of breast
cancer by 79%., and one is 50% less likely to develop
bladder cancer. Are you drinking the amount of water
you should drink every day?
#1. In many states the highway patrol carries
two gallons of Coke in the trunk to remove blood from
the highway after a car accident.
#2. You can put a T-bone steak in a bowl of Coke
and it will be gone in two days.
#3. To clean a toilet: Pour a can of Coca-Cola into the
and let the 'real thing' sit for one hour,
then flush clean. The citric acid in Coke removes
stains from vitreous china.
#4. To remove rust spots from chrome car bumpers:
Rub the bumper with a rumpled-up piece of Reynolds
Wrap aluminum foil dipped in .
#5. To clean corrosion from car battery terminals: Pour
a can of Coca-Cola over the terminals to bubble
away the corrosion.
#6. To loosen a rusted bolt: Apply a cloth soaked in Coca-Cola
to the rusted bolt for several minutes.
#7. To bake a moist ham: Empty a can of Coca-Cola into
the baking pan, wrap the ham in aluminum foil, and bake.
Thirty minutes before ham is finished, remove the foil, allowing the drippings to mix
with the Coke for a sumptuous brown gravy.
#8... To remove grease from clothes: Empty a can of Coke
into the load of greasy clothes, add detergent, and run
through a regular cycle. The Coca-Cola will help loosen
grease stains. It will also clean road haze from your
FOR YOUR INFORMATION:
#1 the active ingredient in Coke is phosphoric acid.
It will dissolve a nail in about four days. Phosphoric
acid also leaches calcium from bones and is a major
contributor to the rising increase of osteoporosis.
#2. To carry Coca-Cola syrup! (the concentrate) the
commercial trucks must use a hazardous Material place
cards reserved for highly corrosive materials.
#3. The distributors of Coke have been using it to clean
engines of the trucks for about 20 years!
Quick! send this helpful info on to your friends health conscious or not!!!!
This is a beautiful photo of a giant American flag in Arizona .
The photo is authentic, UN-Touched and was taken on regular Kodak 35mm film. The person who took the Picture couldn't believe the image created by the suns rays. Nice of them to share it with the world! Read what it says under the picture.
For those who prefer to think that God is not watching over us. Go ahead and ignore this.
For the rest of us.. Pass this on!!!!!
Before photo - typical concrete & stucco facade
Eric in his element, 30' off the ground ,does most of the artwork himself & researches, paints and designs each project from scratch. His wife Kathy, also an artist, serves as project manager.
Here are some more examples of Eric's projects...Before photo -Great American Crossroad -Bucyrus , Ohio
Before photo Liberty Remembers
Hard to believe you're looking at a flat 2-dimensional wall.
How to dress up a drab Shopping Mall- Niagara , New York
Look at the close-up of left side and middle sections
(I wonder how many birds fly into this wall every day?)
Indoor Murals: Miller Brewery...HallwayAfter photos...
- Past meets Present in the Miller Brewery Fermenting Rooms.
Detail view looking down the illusional hallway in the previous mural.
I wonder how many people walk into the walls, while trying to go down a hallway
My dad watches on Saturday nights, and this program can be pretty light weight, but this night there was some substance. This woman had been into all sorts of things - drugs, addictions, she was in bondage. Some missionary invited her to the Congo for a visit and she went. I'm just relating what I remember of her story. Some Christians there bonded together and did deliverance prayer for ten hours for her, and she was delivered! She was set free!
My mouth just waters, my mind reels. Where can I find this kind of committed Christianity? Where can I find this kind of passionate love for Jesus and Christians who will engage in deliverance prayer like this, here in the States?
I knew this once. When I had my first manic episode, there was a group of Christians living in a mansion in the Twin Cities who did deliverance prayer. They took me in and prayed over me for three days! I was radically delivered and didn't need medication. I came out of the episode and began my life with Christ, and also found I had been baptized in the Holy Spirit.
That mansion no longer exists. I know of no group like that anymore. I know of a church here that says it does deliverance ministry, but I haven't investigated it yet. And you wonder if you still need deliverance in order to get fully healed.
I know a ministry that offers healing, but they hold back on deliverance. They say that if someone needs deliverance they have to be sent somewhere else.
We need people who will be willing to engage in deliverance ministry.
Please pray for me to find Christians dedicated to deliverance ministry that I can be involved with.
Monday, June 15, 2009
5 Thus says the LORD:
“ Cursed is the man who trusts in man
And makes flesh his strength,
Whose heart departs from the LORD.
6 For he shall be like a shrub in the desert,
And shall not see when good comes,
But shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness,
In a salt land which is not inhabited.
7 “ Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD,
And whose hope is the LORD.
8 For he shall be like a tree planted by the waters,
Which spreads out its roots by the river,
And will not fear when heat comes;
But its leaf will be green,
And will not be anxious in the year of drought,
Nor will cease from yielding fruit.
This passage is dear to me right now as I think about trusting more in the Lord and drawing away from trusting in people, as I draw nearer to the Lord and His word.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
You do stupid things when you’re seventeen. Things that maybe don’t make much sense later, but certainly do at the moment. It’s a scary age. You stand right on the pivot point of your life, teetering and tottering between the child you were and the adult you want to become. You try to find your balance, but more often just stumble and fall.
At seventeen, I stumbled and fell.
I referenced Allison in one of my posts this week and the events surrounding her then-anonymous letter to me, and I alluded to what I considered at the time to be a one-way trip into the mountains above my town. At the time, I wrote only what I had to in order to put the rest of the story in perspective. But since so many of you wanted to know how I came to Christ, I'm going to do that right now.
Here’s the part I didn’t tell.
The sad thing about high school is that everyone from teachers to guidance counselors expects you to be able to plan the rest of your life. That’s just not possible. Being a senior in high school is all about living in the moment. The now. It’s enjoying what you have because you’ve realized you won’t have it much longer.
Me, I enjoyed my senior year for that very reason. I was leaving. Headed for either college or some major league farm system. So while my classmates crammed and studied and stressed over SATs, me and my motley crew of friends partied, fought, and chased girls. Looking back, I was being stupid. But at the time? Oh, it was magical.
But it’s usually when we manage to convince ourselves that we have the world on a string that the string breaks. Mine broke during the sixth inning of a baseball game. Not slowly, mind you. I didn’t hear it tighten, didn’t hear it strain. There was just one clean, violent snap.
My future was there, then it was not.
Then there was nothing.
Men define themselves by what they do. It’s one of the first questions we’ll ask when meeting another man for the first time. “What do you do for a living?” we’ll ask. Me, I was always going to answer “Ballplayer” to that question. That was all I had. All I was.
I was an awkward teenager. Never confident, never truly happy. But when I stepped between those lines I was both. It was the one thing in my life that brought me joy.
Also the one thing God took away.
In a matter of weeks I had spiraled downward into the blackest hole I had ever known. I couldn’t sleep, couldn’t eat…couldn’t feel. I was dead inside. Seventeen and dead already.
Those classmates I had been secretly mocking all year I now secretly loathed. They had their entire lives in front of them. Years of happiness. All I had were years of regret and Coulda Been. And I just couldn’t live with that. I just couldn’t live at all.
What I needed, what I craved, was rest. I had shrunk myself down to a gaunt 120 pounds and developed a pack a day Marlboro habit. I couldn’t sleep because of recurring nightmares and couldn’t eat without getting sick. I was killing myself slowly. So why not just get the whole thing over with?
People decide to kill themselves for the simple reason that doing so no longer prolongs the inevitable. Suicide seems like the most rational thing in the world, which is why at that moment you are as insane as you will ever be. I was never going to find rest in this world. The last shred of hope I had said that maybe I would find it in the next.
One thing was for sure. I was going to do it right. My end had to come in the mountains, of course, which was where so much of my life had been lived. And it would come with the obligatory teenage angst, too. I had the music picked out (Cinderella) and the alcohol already stolen (a bottle of Night Train from the local 7-11, snatched after I had sweet-talked the cashier into going into the back to get me a cold Coke. I was always a charmer). I was going to smoke a few cigarettes, down the bottle of three-dollar wine, and jump. For rest. And there would be a smile on my face the whole way down.
There, on that ledge, was when God first spoke to me. “You’re not afraid of dying,” He said, “You’re afraid of living.”
That was true. It didn’t take God to make me realize that. But it didn’t matter. Like I said, my world was black. There were no shining parts, no points of light.
“What if there’s one?” He said. “One point of light. Would you leave?”
I took a long sip of wine and tossed a spent cigarette into the bushes. “How’m I supposed to see a light in all this darkness?” I mumbled.
I looked down over the valley below, quiet and peaceful. And in the middle of all that blackness, I saw one tiny speck of light.
That’s when I left.
I drove home with no music and no alcohol. The cigarettes, of course, were still with me. I decided to take a dirt road home to avoid the police, not considering the potholes that would accompany it. I managed to dodge most of them, but the one I did hit sent my Marlboro light flying out of my mouth and onto the floorboard.
I pulled over at a small church so I could find the cigarette before I managed to either ruin the floor mat or explode my truck. I parked under the light post so I could find it. I did. As I tossed it to the side of the road, my eyes wandered to what had been put on the sign in front of the church:
OUR REST IS IN CHRIST ALONE.
I stared at that sign for a long while. Coincidence? Maybe, I thought. There were a lot of churches around with a lot of things on their front signs. But then I realized this was the only sign I would be able to see this time of night because this was the only church with a light post.
I looked back up the mountain to where I had been, and shuddered as I realized two things. One was that it was not a coincidence at all. The other was that the light post I was under was the speck of light I had seen that convinced me to live.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
She has done a post asking for prayer because she went on a trip to hell the last time she went to Florida with her family (she and the Griswolds have a lot in common) and she doesn't want a repeat.
Please pray for her while she is on her trip. She leaves Thursday, June 11th.
- Largest population in US of: Somali, Hmong, Oromo Ethiopian, Liberian, Karen Burmese, and Anuak peoples. 2nd largest Tibetan concentration.
- Phillips neighborhood in South Minneapolis has the largest concentration of Native Americans in US, and most diverse neighborhood in US with over 100 languages spoken.
- Largest number of Korean adoptees in US
- Fourth largest homosexual population in US
- One of the largest concentration of witches—20,000 in the Twin City area
- 8 of the top 10 largest Lutheran churches in US, including the largest in the world
- The four largest Baptist General Convention churches.
- World HQ for the Eckankar cult.
Read with caution...
American capitalism gone with a whimper . . . . .
It must be said, that like the breaking of a great dam, the American decent into Marxism is happening with breath taking speed, against the back drop of a passive, hapless sheeple, excuse me dear reader, I meant people.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Now, a friend who I met at his church has sent me his testimony of a recent healing he had of his prostrate.
Now, on the good side of things..........about a month ago Pastor Mac gave an amazing testimony at the weekend services to the entire congregation. I will attempt to relate it here to you.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
For you have the poor with you always, and whenever you wish you may do them good; but Me you do not have always.
When Jesus said this, I do not believe he meant that we should have a fatalistic view of poverty, that it will always be present in the earth and we can never hope to eliminate it, as I have heard some preach. He was merely referring to the fact that he would be leaving the earth soon, and the act of love that was being shown to him, the anointing him with perfume, had to be done in the here and now, because he would be gone soon.
Some had protested the idea of spending money on rich perfume with which to anoint him, when it could be spent on the poor. He was saying that the opportunity to help the poor would exist after he had left the earth, but the opportunity to anoint him with oil was only available now.
And Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life. He who comes to Me shall never hunger, and he who believes in Me shall never thirst."
This is a powerful verse to remember when dealing with poverty and hunger. Jesus is talking about both physical hunger and spiritual hunger. He treats the whole person.