Looking back at my county jail experience, reminds me of the old MAD cartoon character, Alfred Neuman? His famous saying was, “What me worry?” I know it makes little sense, but I never worried about the God Spot I was in the middle of. I prayed a lot, but didn’t worry. I just operated believing God was at work in my life and the lives of those around me. Check out how David summed it up…
“You who sit down in the High God’s presence, spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow, Say this: ” God, you’re my refuge. I trust in you and I’m safe!”" ~David
Even as I looked up at an incredibly mean looking guy and acknowledged to God if he kicks me it is really going to hurt. I had no worry.
Whatever happened was God’s abundance in my life (the perfection of God’s will and purpose). I was ok with it, but I still let God know I preferred to have the guy chill out across the room and skip the pain part. God honored my request.
“Yes, because God’s your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can’t get close to you,
harm can’t get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.
If you stumble, they’ll catch you;
their job is to keep you from falling.” ~David
I kinda figure the room was full of angels…
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First there was Y2K. I stocked up, waiting for the end of the world. God told me not to worry, but I did not listen. Then nothing happened, and I forgot about all the stuff in my storage shed. About 5 years later, I went in and had to throw a lot of stuff out.
Then, I got an email back in October saying there was going to be another disaster, so guess what i did. I stocked up again, but this time it was my car that got stuffed. I was waiting to get bombed by Russians or someone, and I knew that when the tribulation started, Jesus told his disciples to head for the hills. So, I was going to do that too. No clue where I was exactly going, or how long I would be there.
Well, we have not been bombed yet. My car is full of stuff. While most people go to their pantry to get a new item to open and use, I go to my car.
It is only a Toyota Corolla!
here is my inventory overview:
Sugar – 10 bags
oodles of noodles
sleep aid – I guess I have to sleep through the bombs
first aid stuff
chicken noodle soup
honey bunch cheerios
Well, aren’t I silly? It is a little strange. I had to give a ride to some friends, and I had to move all the piles of food over, to give them a place to sit. It is well organized, and a lot of it is boxed up. My son wanted apple sauce to go with his pork chops, but I could not remember where the apple sauce was in the car, until I checked a while ago. In box # 3!!!
Jesus told us to be prepared for his coming. I bet he was not thinking of me when he said this.
Did I go to some crazy extreme? Yes…….
But would I go to such a crazy extreme to prepare for Him to come as well?
While the neighbors think I am nuts, I am all too excited about the Lords’ return. He told us to be ready. He told us to have our lamps lit, and full of oil. Well, I am ready. You should see the back of my car! I have oil lamp back there too! ( being Funny here)
Jesus told us that the kingdom of heaven is like little children. They just believe what they are told, and they get all excited about things, and go to the extreme with childlike faith and enthusiasm. That is how He wants us to be also.
We may not have to stuff our cars, but we should be very excited in our preparations for His return. We should be on fire for Him, and not cold or lukewarm.
How much will you pay for an authentic James Harrison Superbowl record breaker T-Shirt? I think this shirt may have been worn during the Super Bowl game and James made his record breaking touch down. I think the guy that has this shirt stole it off his back while he was in the shower.
Or possibly you’d like to bid on Aretha’s hat she recently wore at the Oh’Bama inaugeration. She says she’s not sure if she is going to let the Smithsonian Institute have it.
And if nothing else you could always bid on Michael Swim Phelps’s hooka pipe. He says he used bad judgement. Probably thought the pipe was a bad fit for his teeth.
Or possibly my dirty socks.
I don’t know. I guess the Super Bowl brings out the best or worst in me. Sigh…
Which item will bring the best price on ebay?
Cora and her visiting sister from DC went house looking this week. You know it was that kind of thing you do about once a year. You either have to try on shoes or look at houses. You really don’t need either, but it is just something you need to do.
After careful prayer and consideration of all the Financial Peace University principles, I helped them pick one out. I cashed in our 201K retirement plan and figure this one will do fine. It is something we can afford and will be economical to heat in winter and cool in the summer. Family gatherings might be a bit cramped, but it’s all about love. So, it’ll be ok.
I thought the xeroscapping was well appointed. The cactus further actuates the sensitivity to conservation and treating mother earth with respect.
So in the new year, I want to invite all my blogging buddies from all over the world to drop by spend some time with us at our new digs.
I think the Bible says somewhere, “If a man asks for your shoe, give him both.” You just have to see this video. Sorry for the lack of Spiritual content, but it is just too halarious to pass up. Enjoy!
The Pope took a couple of days off to visit the rugged mountains of Alaska for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the campground in the Pope Mobile when there was a frantic commotion just at the edge of the woods.
A helpless atheist, wearing sandals, shorts, a ‘Save the Whales’ hat and a ‘To Hell with Bush T-shirt,’ was screaming while struggling frantically and thrashing around trying to free himself from the grasp of a 10-foot grizzly.
As the Pope watched in horror, a group of Grace Point Pastors came racing up. Pastor Mike quickly fired a 44 magnum into the bear’s chest. The other two reached up and pulled the bleeding, semiconscious Atheist from the bear’s grasp. Then using long clubs, the other pastors finished off the bear and two of them threw it onto the bed of their truck while the other tenderly placed the injured atheist in the back seat.
As they prepared to leave, the Pope summoned them to come over. ‘I give you my blessing for your brave actions!’ he told them. ‘I heard there was a bitter hatred between Grace Point Pastors and Atheist environmental activists but now I’ve seen with my own eyes that this is not true.’
As the Pope drove off, Pastor Mike asked his buddies ‘Who was that guy? ‘It was the Pope,’ another replied. ‘He’s in direct contact with heaven and has access to all wisdom.’ ‘Well,’ Pastor Mike said, ‘he may have access to all wisdom but he doesn’t know squat about bear hunting! By the way, is the bait still alive, or do we need to go back to Seattle and get another one?’
“They went, and while still on their way, became clean. One of them, when he realized that he was healed, turned around and came back, shouting his gratitude, glorifying God. He kneeled at Jesus’ feet, so grateful. He couldn’t thank him enough—and he was a Samaritan.” That’s a bit odd.
I love odd people. I suppose it is because I am a bit odd myself. I feel at home with odd people. My dad was an odd person. I loved my dad. What is it about odd people that make my day?
I think maybe it is because they love life. They appreciate what God has done for them and are confident enough in their identity to just be themself. While most of the world looks at them and giggles behind their back, they have a smile and beauty that maybe only they appreciate. They love God.
When I was a research scientist, I had a friend who wore different color socks. He had more interesting things going on in his head than worrying about the color of his socks. I had a mathmatician friend that took his toothbrush for a walk on a string. I had another scientist friend who was comfortable peeling his toenails in the middle of a party. These people were all brilliantly odd and didn’t fit in. They were modern day Samaritans.
Samaritans don’t fit in, but do great things. Wouldn’t you like the confidence to be a modern day Samaritan?
referred by The Sparrow
While I’m on the subject of winners…..
The 2008 World’s Ugliest Dog champion has been crowned, and this year’s winner is a one-eyed, three-legged,hairless Chinese Crested dog with skin cancer.
I didn’t see the other dogs, but if you ask me. This was no competition. This dog is ugly! Now, I’m in trouble. I have to come up with something spiritual to go with the picture. This is a site about God sightings.
Maybe, it is your turn to show some creativity by posting some spiritually relevant insight concerning this double ugly dog. Come on. Be just a little warped and have some fun with this. The dog has already been paid to be ugly. So…..