120528 Memorial Day Surprise

This holiday is always hard for me. So it was a double whammy for find this:




My mom had left a large box of sewing supplies that I had not completely emptied in the years since she died. This plaque was hidden between some folds of cloth. My brother was Mom's favorite. Not even my dad knew about this plaque. Has it been wrapped in that cloth since the day he died? He is forever 32; he has been 32 for thirty-six years.

120523 Scary Stuff

This kind of stuff disturbs me! Before my parents moved us to KCTX, I lived in a racially charged area where I was THE ONLY blond child in the entire school. The president sets the emotional tone for the country, and since 2008, I have been having flashbacks!

Walter Williams: Should Black People Tolerate This?

jewishworldreview.com

Walter Williams

My parents moved to KCTX when I was 12, and life improved greatly. Where we lived before that had race problems, with demonstrations and violence. My sister and I were hit weekly, and threatened daily. When I tried to tell adults that it wasn't my fault, they either called me a troublemaker or told me to stand up for myself. How could an Anglo be without power in the face of all these underpriviledged minorities? In fifth and sixth grades, I walked six blocks out of my way to avoid going near a certain group of boys.

Whenever the president speaks about race, or whenever I read about someone blaming whites (or Asians) for all the other minorities ills, I want to scream that it is NOT one-sided. Can't they see the evidence? Why don't they acknowledge the facts? Why is race mentioned ONLY when a 'white' person does the crime? 

I do not judge by skin tone, because people of all shades have hurt me. With a race-baiting president, however, and his enablers in the media, I trust only my closest friends.

120521 Happy Birthday

...to my sister. I thought this blog was boring, so I added a few people who seemed to post a bit. It put new stuff up for me to read, but this one guy spammed his blog and then complained that people didn't comment on every little thing.

Blah.

I'd rather have boring, so I deleted it.

Writer's Block: Muwahahaha!

May 16th, 8:24

If you were a mad scientist, what would your mad invention or plot be? How would you use it to show those fools at the institute?

First question listed was submitted by westrider. (Follow-up questions, if any, may have been added by LiveJournal.)

 View 52 Answers

I'd drop something first, and everything would go awry.

120430 My One Fear

For years, my only fear was what this man went through. Ironically, now that my ex is gone, so is the fear.

120423 High.

Since my first exposure to the Word rightly-divided (2 Timothy 2:15), I have been able to reach astounding heights of peace and joy. The weekend just passed was one of those many times where I felt the world lose its evil power over my life, and my heart sang. 

This month, I co-authored a play. Yesterday, a group of us performed it as part of a series of seven short plays. It was exhilarating! Our goal was to bless people, and we did. Moon played a karate instructor. (...a real stretch...) She may have caught the ‘acting bug’. Although each group was told to use the same theme, no two plays were alike. They blended together beautifully.

This weekend was our time to ‘fill up’ on the Word. The world is so negative and depressing, that the greatest truths can get lost in its abysmal seas. When Pontius Pilot asked, “What is truth?” it was not an original statement. What makes people think that it is an original statement two thousand years later? Technology aside, children always feel that they have learned lessons their parents missed, but they are only repeating what their grandparents or great-grandparents had learned a century earlier. Philosophies go in cycles, but Man himself doesn’t change. Only individuals change. Then the cycle continues. The Book of Judges demonstrates this, and it was written three thousand years ago about the events of 300 years before that!

What do we believe? What can we believe? Believe what you will, for we all have different needs. God satisfies our needs right where we are. For instance, everything has to make sense to me. I grew up with personal, first-hand experiences that confirmed that spirits existed, so that had to be explained. I had to know that there was more to life than pain and death. I had to have sound scientific answers to various questions.

True science and God’s Word rightly-divided match. For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. --Hebrews 4:12 

I’ve been told that the joints and marrow cannot be separated, except maybe cell by cell, which can’t be done by man without killing the cells. God designed it, so he knows how to do it, and the Word that He revealed is more precise than the latest mass spectrometer. Man changes things, so the Word has to be hunted down and pursued, hence the Keys to Biblical Research classes we teach.

Somehow, this pursuit causes endorphins to be released. (3 John 2) We get blessed and blessed again as the energy heals us all. My knee didn’t hurt while I was there. It works better today. Our particular play ended with this sprightly chorus:

We are all members of the Body of Christ, (1 Corinthians 12:27)
Sons of God with birth rights; (1 John 3:1,2)
We are Chosen Gems, (Ephesians 1:4)
Polished by God and His Word; (1 Peter 2:4-9)
We are beautiful in God’s sight (Romans 10:15).

Sometimes, people wonder why certain Christians are so happy. I just told why we are. It takes real effort to remain depressed when you have the Creator of the Universe and all His power on your side. The sad part comes when they think that joy is some sort of mental failing.

120420 Today's Blah

My daughter blogs. 

The Legend of Me

An exhilarating tale of friendship and conquest.

She writes well. Several years ago, she wrote some fantasy short stories while I was taking a few college level writing classes. I intended to write professionally, and accomplished that goal. It didn't, and still doesn't pay well. Her father read the stories, and made some disparaging comments that crushed her spirit. How appalling! He never wrote more than what was required by basic necessity or coercion, (school).  By the age of 40, he had written two letters, some papers in high school, and a number of short incident reports.

He claimed that as a reader, he should be able to criticize another person's writing. Yes, and no. A reader can say that he likes or dislikes something, but fails to give constructive criticism until he knows how to write something himself. Combining words on a page takes effort. A mere reader is not that helpful to a beginning writer. I tried to tell her that she was young and still learning, but she quit writing stories.

My daughter blogs, and it is good for her. She does well with writing projects at college, so maybe someday she will write fiction again. I don't read much fiction anymore. Maybe, I feel that all the stories have been written, though it hasn't stopped me from writing more of them. I just don't read anything new. When I looked at all the books I have read in the last year, they were almost all non-fiction. If Moon wrote fiction, however, I'd read that.