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home

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accomplished

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ACDC

I was gone for two weeks. I did not post the actual physical departure, because it was not necessary for the world to know that my teens were home alone. The 18yo had her job, and the 14yo had a mature guardian, but the entire Internet community didn't need to know that Mom had left the building. Mom has returned.



For two weeks, I have been taking a class known as The Advanced Class on the Way of Abundance and Power. It was the final portion of a three part series that took years to complete. Jesus Christ said that he was the way, the truth, and the life, and that no one came to the Father, but by him. Kind of puts a kink in the 'many roads' interpretation of salvation. Well, believe what you will. We'll all find out in the end.

What I really like about this class series is how one is shown principles from God's Word. We have power. We don't have to be doormats. We can be confident, polite, loving, and most of all: completely sure of what God says. God gave us power, more power than most Christians will admit. Evil trembles as the one who believes approaches. Who can be stronger than the True God?

The first night, a man from Togo, in Africa, ministered healing to my knee. I no longer walk with a cane. This wasn't one of the showy fake healings that one can see on TV. No. After the first teaching, which was on the subject of the accuracy of the Word, he asked me in private why I used a cane. Then, he prayed and asked God to fulfill His promise of healing for me.

I was ready. The pain completely disappeared. The swelling left. The muscles and ligaments worked again. Many were blessed. There were many more stories of deliverance. The most impressive to me were the sad people who learned to smile. Two girls in particular came looking like waifs, and left as confident women. One claimed a physical healing, but did not elaborate

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I don't care who believes me, (that's between you and God), but I know that signs, wonders, and miracles followed us. My life has moved up a notch.

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?

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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?

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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.