Leprosy is mentioned many times in Scripture. I have never once seen a reference to an armadillo.
There must be some deep meaning in all of this.
Actually. No. I am simply suffering from information overload. I know this, you see, because I read it on the internet. I did not check and re-check this factoid. I will leave that for you to do.
Chipmunks, squirrels, prairie dogs and other rodents carry some form of plague. Scientists have been trying to control it by enticing the critters into a tube filled with something to kill fleas that transmit the disease to humans.
Most animals can become rabid if they are bitten by an infected animal or eat the raw meat of an infected animal.
HIV originated with some type of monkey. There are some people who eat the brains of live monkeys. Yuck!! but true.
My mother told me that gonorrhea originally came from sheep. Yuck!! again. Maybe it was syphilis. Either way. Yuck!! again.
Mad Cow disease comes from sheep. Why would anyone feed sheep meat to cows anyway? Do they not know cows are herbivores? That is what comes from teaching political correctness and no biology.
Lyme Disease can be transmitted across many species by way of a certain species of tick.
While lying did not originate in Washington DC, the spread of lying is at record highs across the nation. It seems that once one has been exposed to it, the contagion is carried back to the politicians home state rather quickly and it is now an epidemic across the United States.
A lie spreads faster than the truth ever could. A lie is believed long before the truth ever is. A liar can prove he was not somewhere that he was while a truthful man cannot prove he was somewhere he actually was if he was alone.
Humans prefer to believe that aliens planted the human race upon this planet but laugh at the truth of GOD creating everything for us to live here.
Humans prefer to believe that rogue aliens will come to destroy the earth and we will be saved by a lone fighter for truth, justice and the American way; but they refuse to believe that GOD sent HIS only SON to earth to die for their sins. HE will be back.
Shalom. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
Friday, April 29, 2011
"And we'll have fun, fun, fun 'til Daddy takes her T-bird away-yay..."
Anyone who is at least as old as I am might remember those words to a popular late 1960's song. That was forty plus years ago. My how time flies when you think you have all the time in the world.
When I was seventeen, most days I thought I had all the time in the world. The death of a classmate from cancer kind of gave me an idea that life just might be uncertain. No one in my family even knew that I had thoughts of death except my mother.
When I was fifteen, I had a diary. It was pink (of course) and had one of those dinky locks designed to give a child a false sense of security. I wrote my most private thoughts in there. I had the typical younger brother who was always trying to read it and I tried to keep it hidden. I learned too late that hiding something under a mattress or under my pillow was not really a hiding place when your mother washes clothes and bed linens once a week.
At fifteen with hormones raging, body changing and interests wandering seriously toward boys it was inevitable that I would put in writing my deepest, darkest thoughts. I had a summer romance which consisted of meeting this boy at the public pool almost everyday. We never went anywhere. He never bought me anything, not even a soda. We talked and we swam. A week before school started, he asked me to go steady. I was elated. We never even shared a kiss. We barely held hands and I was overjoyed.
School started and that first day was great! I had a steady boyfriend and my classes were great. Before lunch he came up to me and asked for his ring. He said he wanted to get it cleaned. Of course I handed it right over to him. He barely got out of sight when I saw him hand it to another girl who had that same foolish grin that I had just seconds before.
Of course when I got home, I wrote in my diary how devastated I was and how life was not worth living. Several days later, my mind on other things, my mother confronts me. She actually burst into my room after I had gone to sleep.
She yells at me that I am stupid and have no idea what life is all about. At that moment, I had no clue as to what she was referencing. She kept telling me I was stupid and asking me how I could write something like that and all the time she is haranguing me I am wondering what her problem is. Somewhere between the screaming of the fifteenth and the twentieth stupid it occurred to me that she had read my diary.
She informed me that there was nothing private in the house and she would read whatever whenever she chose. So, I did what any teenage girl would do under the circumstances. I burned my diary and never started another while I lived at home.
At my age, I have started another diary of sorts. This blog is probably the closest I have come to having a diary or journal in awhile. It is not so much a recounting of the days events as much as it is a look back. More than anything it is an autobiography with some embellishments here and there when I write my stories which I post on another blog.
If there is anything that I can tell a mother who finds their child's journal it is this. Do not scream and yell at them about the contents. Keep your mouth shut. Watch them. Give them a chance to come to you.
You scream. You yell. You accuse. You drive them away. I believe that it is okay for parents to be nosy and read those private thoughts. Just keep them to yourself and remember those things so you can use opportunities to instruct them; to guide them in the right direction. It might just keep you and them out of trouble. You may learn what your child really thinks and it may not be as bad as you think. There is always the chance that it is worse, but then you are armed with information not ammunition.
Do not forget that what you read may only be feelings but to your child they can seem like life and death, and those feelings may just need to be written not necessarily broadcast.
I do not care what anyone says. Being a child in today's world is much more difficult than it was when I was a child. There are many more opportunities for disaster today. They have the internet, cell phones and all manner of incorrect information coming at them from every direction.
Be a parent all the time, not just at your convenience or when your job allows. Do not wait until they are teenagers to get involved. Know who your child is. Listen to them. Do not just try bullying them into submission. That only works for most 2-year-olds and younger.
Teach them at home from the BIBLE. When they start school, help them with their homework. Know what they are being taught. Know their friends. Keep the lines of communication open.
I would like to think that I did some of the above with my own child, but one can never be sure. We never really know what kind of parent we have been until... Well, I am not sure that we ever truly know. Good parents can have bad children and bad parents can have good children. But do not take what I just wrote as a license to be a bad parent. Always do the best job you can.
Rely on GOD for HIS Wisdom. After all, HIS SON gave everything HE had for a bunch of sinners and ingrates. Do not compare yourself to others. Look to HIM for HIS advise.
Shalom. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
When I was seventeen, most days I thought I had all the time in the world. The death of a classmate from cancer kind of gave me an idea that life just might be uncertain. No one in my family even knew that I had thoughts of death except my mother.
When I was fifteen, I had a diary. It was pink (of course) and had one of those dinky locks designed to give a child a false sense of security. I wrote my most private thoughts in there. I had the typical younger brother who was always trying to read it and I tried to keep it hidden. I learned too late that hiding something under a mattress or under my pillow was not really a hiding place when your mother washes clothes and bed linens once a week.
At fifteen with hormones raging, body changing and interests wandering seriously toward boys it was inevitable that I would put in writing my deepest, darkest thoughts. I had a summer romance which consisted of meeting this boy at the public pool almost everyday. We never went anywhere. He never bought me anything, not even a soda. We talked and we swam. A week before school started, he asked me to go steady. I was elated. We never even shared a kiss. We barely held hands and I was overjoyed.
School started and that first day was great! I had a steady boyfriend and my classes were great. Before lunch he came up to me and asked for his ring. He said he wanted to get it cleaned. Of course I handed it right over to him. He barely got out of sight when I saw him hand it to another girl who had that same foolish grin that I had just seconds before.
Of course when I got home, I wrote in my diary how devastated I was and how life was not worth living. Several days later, my mind on other things, my mother confronts me. She actually burst into my room after I had gone to sleep.
She yells at me that I am stupid and have no idea what life is all about. At that moment, I had no clue as to what she was referencing. She kept telling me I was stupid and asking me how I could write something like that and all the time she is haranguing me I am wondering what her problem is. Somewhere between the screaming of the fifteenth and the twentieth stupid it occurred to me that she had read my diary.
She informed me that there was nothing private in the house and she would read whatever whenever she chose. So, I did what any teenage girl would do under the circumstances. I burned my diary and never started another while I lived at home.
At my age, I have started another diary of sorts. This blog is probably the closest I have come to having a diary or journal in awhile. It is not so much a recounting of the days events as much as it is a look back. More than anything it is an autobiography with some embellishments here and there when I write my stories which I post on another blog.
If there is anything that I can tell a mother who finds their child's journal it is this. Do not scream and yell at them about the contents. Keep your mouth shut. Watch them. Give them a chance to come to you.
You scream. You yell. You accuse. You drive them away. I believe that it is okay for parents to be nosy and read those private thoughts. Just keep them to yourself and remember those things so you can use opportunities to instruct them; to guide them in the right direction. It might just keep you and them out of trouble. You may learn what your child really thinks and it may not be as bad as you think. There is always the chance that it is worse, but then you are armed with information not ammunition.
Do not forget that what you read may only be feelings but to your child they can seem like life and death, and those feelings may just need to be written not necessarily broadcast.
I do not care what anyone says. Being a child in today's world is much more difficult than it was when I was a child. There are many more opportunities for disaster today. They have the internet, cell phones and all manner of incorrect information coming at them from every direction.
Be a parent all the time, not just at your convenience or when your job allows. Do not wait until they are teenagers to get involved. Know who your child is. Listen to them. Do not just try bullying them into submission. That only works for most 2-year-olds and younger.
Teach them at home from the BIBLE. When they start school, help them with their homework. Know what they are being taught. Know their friends. Keep the lines of communication open.
I would like to think that I did some of the above with my own child, but one can never be sure. We never really know what kind of parent we have been until... Well, I am not sure that we ever truly know. Good parents can have bad children and bad parents can have good children. But do not take what I just wrote as a license to be a bad parent. Always do the best job you can.
Rely on GOD for HIS Wisdom. After all, HIS SON gave everything HE had for a bunch of sinners and ingrates. Do not compare yourself to others. Look to HIM for HIS advise.
Shalom. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Reality - What Is It Really?
There is much confusion these days about what truth is. There was even a President in the United States who was confused about the meaning of the word "is." Only history will tell whether it was his escapades or his lack of ability that he will be known for.
There are those who believe that truth is whatever you want it to be. That is simply insane. If that were true there is no need for mental hospitals, nor psychiatrists, nor the drugs that help people to focus on the real world.
As I sit day after day watching the blather that marches across the liquid crystal display, it occurs to me that there truly could be a misinterpretation of reality. The shows have been transformed from basic pure fictional half-hour to hour to 2 hour long Reality Shows. Are they truly real? Just how real can it be to have cameramen follow you around and have cameras in every room of the house? Do you finally forget that they are there?
But how real is reality anyway? We have someone who follows us around where no camera can go. How do we act? Do we act as though no one sees? Do we go through our daily routine without a thought for those who watch us? Is what we are experiencing real or are we simply lying in a coma in some room playing out a dream or a nightmare of reality?
Sometimes I wonder. As a child, I read science fiction and lost myself among the space travelers on far away worlds. I escaped with "Stranger in a Strange Land" because the real world was full of despair, molestation, vulgarity, profanity, verbal fights, alcoholism, divorce, fist fights and all manner of violent behavior. I escaped with "Methuselah's Children." There was time to correct bad behavior and that was what I needed. I needed to believe that there was a way to correct all the violent behavior and those peculiar idiosyncrasies that caused perceptions to become blurred and right, wrong, real and imagined became meshed together where there were no boundaries.
Church and preaching had become just another way for Satan to do his dirty work. There was no way that I was going to believe some preacher. He was just another man talking about things he had no heart for and did not believe.
I knew preachers that spoke of fire and brimstone and listened to them talk about the love of God, a God they did not even appear to know nor care about. I even walked past one who called me a whore (using an old Biblical term) and mentioned that I was one of those women to be avoided.
The reality of the Scriptures had been twisted. Half truths were told and embellished to suit the desires of the one doing the preaching. I was 42 when I finally got the TRUTH. I finally got it. I finally understood that it was not what some man was saying, but it was right from the mouth of GOD.
I finally knew the TRUTH and it did indeed set me free!
The reality is that this earth is in meltdown mode. Right is wrong. Wrong is right. Evil is good. Good is evil. It is everyone for himself. The love of many is waning. The sick, the old, and the handicapped are being discarded like empty soda cans. The love of GOD has its place in the church and only the church, if even there. Governments promote their own agenda without much thought for the true welfare of the people. Politicians are in it for their own power struggles and fame and fortune. The welfare of the people and the furtherance of virtue is far from their mind.
I know one thing for sure and for certain. GOD is love. GOD is Truth. GOD is in charge. GOD's Will be done. It (whatever it may be) will go as GOD wills it. Evil will not prevail. Jesus of Nazareth was a real person. HE was the Son of GOD. HE was born and HE died for my sins. HE rose from the grave. HE sits at the right hand of GOD. Yes, I said one thing but all of these things are from One Source. They all come from GOD ALMIGHTY and they are all TRUE.
The reality is that there is ONE GOD and only ONE way to GOD. Read the Bible.
Shalom. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
There are those who believe that truth is whatever you want it to be. That is simply insane. If that were true there is no need for mental hospitals, nor psychiatrists, nor the drugs that help people to focus on the real world.
As I sit day after day watching the blather that marches across the liquid crystal display, it occurs to me that there truly could be a misinterpretation of reality. The shows have been transformed from basic pure fictional half-hour to hour to 2 hour long Reality Shows. Are they truly real? Just how real can it be to have cameramen follow you around and have cameras in every room of the house? Do you finally forget that they are there?
But how real is reality anyway? We have someone who follows us around where no camera can go. How do we act? Do we act as though no one sees? Do we go through our daily routine without a thought for those who watch us? Is what we are experiencing real or are we simply lying in a coma in some room playing out a dream or a nightmare of reality?
Sometimes I wonder. As a child, I read science fiction and lost myself among the space travelers on far away worlds. I escaped with "Stranger in a Strange Land" because the real world was full of despair, molestation, vulgarity, profanity, verbal fights, alcoholism, divorce, fist fights and all manner of violent behavior. I escaped with "Methuselah's Children." There was time to correct bad behavior and that was what I needed. I needed to believe that there was a way to correct all the violent behavior and those peculiar idiosyncrasies that caused perceptions to become blurred and right, wrong, real and imagined became meshed together where there were no boundaries.
Church and preaching had become just another way for Satan to do his dirty work. There was no way that I was going to believe some preacher. He was just another man talking about things he had no heart for and did not believe.
I knew preachers that spoke of fire and brimstone and listened to them talk about the love of God, a God they did not even appear to know nor care about. I even walked past one who called me a whore (using an old Biblical term) and mentioned that I was one of those women to be avoided.
The reality of the Scriptures had been twisted. Half truths were told and embellished to suit the desires of the one doing the preaching. I was 42 when I finally got the TRUTH. I finally got it. I finally understood that it was not what some man was saying, but it was right from the mouth of GOD.
I finally knew the TRUTH and it did indeed set me free!
The reality is that this earth is in meltdown mode. Right is wrong. Wrong is right. Evil is good. Good is evil. It is everyone for himself. The love of many is waning. The sick, the old, and the handicapped are being discarded like empty soda cans. The love of GOD has its place in the church and only the church, if even there. Governments promote their own agenda without much thought for the true welfare of the people. Politicians are in it for their own power struggles and fame and fortune. The welfare of the people and the furtherance of virtue is far from their mind.
I know one thing for sure and for certain. GOD is love. GOD is Truth. GOD is in charge. GOD's Will be done. It (whatever it may be) will go as GOD wills it. Evil will not prevail. Jesus of Nazareth was a real person. HE was the Son of GOD. HE was born and HE died for my sins. HE rose from the grave. HE sits at the right hand of GOD. Yes, I said one thing but all of these things are from One Source. They all come from GOD ALMIGHTY and they are all TRUE.
The reality is that there is ONE GOD and only ONE way to GOD. Read the Bible.
Shalom. Pray for the Peace of Jerusalem.
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