This is going to be a series of how technology isn’t always the best thing.
When I was younger our family lived in a very tiny spot on the road called Hyder, AZ. Hyder is located between Gila Bend and Yuma, AZ. This would have been in 1974 or 1975.I use to think I hated it because there was never anything to do. We had to make up our own entertainment. Hyder was about the same temperatures of Death Valley, rattlesnakes were all over the place. We actually lived across the street from a den of rattlers. We also had what seemed like millions of scorpions. Hyder is now considered a ghost town and I can honestly see why.
I was in the 5th grade when we moved there. The school we went to was about 40 miles from our house and we had to be picked up around 4 in the morning and we got home around the same time. That’s because it’s all farmland and kids lived all over the place. It took us a long time to get to school. The school I went to was called Sentinel and there was 28 students from the grades 1-12. There were 2 trailers for the classes. For grades 1-4, they met in the single wide trailer. The teacher for those grades most of the time was drunk by the time we made it to school. I tried to find images of the school and it looks like it isn’t there any longer, which I totally understand why lol.
When the teacher was passed out on the floor, my teacher Mr. Hollingsworth would send one of the kids in our class over to teach those kids. He would decide on who went to help by who passed the spelling bee and math bee for that day. It was first thing when we got there since we needed to go over right away.
While we lived in Hyder, we had to create our own entertainment. Our T.V. had three channels and that’s with Rabbit Ears. My dad always chose what he wanted to watch and it was always news. There were no discussions of arguments. We never argued because of the way my dad was and the constant fights that were very heated. I won’t go into that right now.
We did have a phone and our phones were on a party line. A party line is a shared service line. I think we had to share our line with 4 or 5 people. The way we knew if we had a call was because of a code ringing system. I think our ring was a high pitch ring that rang three times. If we accidentally picked up someone else’s call, we just hung up and apologized. If we wanted to make a call, we had to pick up the receiver to make sure nobody was on the phone. None of us kids were allowed to make calls or receive calls. My parents always unplugged the phone after 5 since they went to bed around 6 pm and the same for us kids. Since we lived so far away from anyone, we didn’t really have many friends that would call anyhow.
I did make friends at church and my dads boss Jerome Thompson had kids our age, so their kids were our friends. My mom would allow me to walk over to Kim Thompson’s. But that was at least a 2-3 mile walk across the desert and I had to keep an eye out for rattle snakes since I had to walk right past the dens. My parents didn’t really care about us walking that far or the dangers I would come across. It would usually take me an hour or so to get there. That depends on how many stops I made to drink or sit down. If I seen a snake, I got there faster lol. Oh and also there is wild boars and no trees.
I usually always walked by myself. If something happened, nobody would know since there were no cell phones or anything out there. It would for sure NOT be anything I would ever let anyone I loved do. I did know enough though to bring a gallon of water. That water was gone by the time I got to Kim’s and her parents were more than happy to bring me home. Since we couldn’t use the phone, I couldn’t call them to tell them I was coming over. I would say that during the summer, our thermometers showed that it was always 125% F.
Since there was no entertainment or friends, we came up with ways to have fun. We would get up early on the weekends and during the summer. Most of our days were always outside. Because of how my parents always fought, we did anything to stay away. There was 5 of us kids, and we would play baseball, run, Frisbee, swim in the irrigation ditches, play in the orange groves and since we lived in cotton fields, we would play in the fields and throw the hard cotton ball pods. If the cotton was only partly showing, those hurt and they were sharp enough to cut ya.
We also played kick the cans, tag, running races and we played with cars on our made up dirt tunnels and roads. One of my favorite things to do was look for cool and unusual rocks in the gravel. It sounds boring, but I would spend hours looking for unusual rocks. That is until it got to hot outside, They would bruise like nothing else if you got hit by one.
Because of the lack of any kind of technologies, we knew how to play and use our imaginations. We were exhausted because of how hard we played. Which having to go to bed so early, being exhausted was a good thing. We weren’t allowed to sit around a computer, television or be on the phone 24/7. Since we couldn’t make any noises at night we had to sleep.
I won’t be going into any of the negatives in this series of posts. I’m going to do my best to talk about the positives. My next post will also be about living in Hyder and my faith and baptism happening in irrigation ditches. So, please check back.
In September 1980 I had my first onset of Guillian Barre Syndrome. I ended up completely paralyzed from my feet to my forehead. I’ve had many people asking me to share my experience. I found out after I had a second round of Guillian Barre Syndrome because I was around a sick child. It was at this time that my Dr’s figured out that I have the CIPD variant of Guillian Barre Syndrome. Normally when you have Guillian Barre Syndrome, you will never have it when you’re getting better. Over the next week or two, I will be taking questions from anyone and I will do my best to give my experience.
Here’s a short video that will explain what Guillian Barre Syndrome is in a medical sense. But, I will be answering questions that pertains to my experience.
For the past year I haven’t been feeling good at all. Normally when I get sick I bounce back pretty fast. Since May is Guillian Barre Awareness Month, I decided that I will do things a bit differently. I have written other blogs about my experience and I will put links to all of those blogs, that way you can read them all. Since I will link all of the blogs and that way I won’t be repeating the same old things.
But, I’m going to do a Q&A type of blog post. If anyone has questions, I will post my answers on here in May.
So, you can comment on this post or you can email your questions. My email is firstname.lastname@example.org
I’ve been working on trying to save my churches website since a dishonest company stole our domain. But, while I was working on the Bible Studied and Small Groups page and the calendar, God was putting the fact that I haven’t been to Sunday School for a very long time. That’s something I need to change for sure.
I took a break from the website since I have spent 70 plus hours just getting it back online. I was having HTML code blocks. So, I took a bath and turned on my radio. When I take a bath, I always play the CD that was done by Joey and Rory. I’m not into the whole country music thing. But my mom loved Joey, so I feel closer to my mom and to God.
Sunday School has been a part of church culture for years. Unfortunately, its importance has been severely diminished and underestimated. Some people do not believe that Sunday School is important while others believe that Sunday School is only for children. This is seen as adults drop children off at church instead of going inside with them. But why is Sunday School important?
As I laid in the bathtub, I was thinking about how much I miss Sunday School. I think the last time I actually enjoyed Sunday School was when Ann Antrim was teaching it. Ann didn’t stand up and do all of the talking. She spoke softly and she would give everyone a chance to share their thoughts. I really like that kind of Sunday School.
As I was looking back to when Ann Antrim was still with us, I always felt that I learned more because of her style of teaching. Sunday School is a place where I’ve been able to really dig into the Word of God. As we sat around the tables downstairs there were those who helped me understand what the passage was meaning. Most of the times, others had the same problems that I had. Dena Allen and I would spend hours talking about whatever we didn’t understand in Sunday School.
For me I think the best way for me to learn is in small groups. We would take turns reading Scriptures and we all had the chance to get involved. We weren’t just sitting there. Her style of teaching was very much like the way we had Sunday school in the Nazarene Church.
Since everyone has our own Sunday School book, I would read ahead for the next Sunday and if I had questions I had them ready. By doing that, each day of the week I would spend reading the Bible and studying the Word. When classes are to big, it’s difficult to even say anything. People talk over the others. So, I don’t really get much out of bigger classes. I also don’t retain the study since it is done on the spot and there isn’t really anything to study.
I think the last time our church did that type of Sunday School was when Ellis Keck was there. Even though Ellis was the pastor, he wanted to have others teaching Sunday School or to become leaders even if they didn’t think they could. I’ve been to a number of churches and maybe it’s just the way it’s done where I live, but Sunday School is more of a lecture style. Whoever is leading Sunday School, they do 90 percent of the speaking and once in a while someone may speak up. I’ve really been wanting to find a place that does Sunday School like that.
There isn’t anything wrong with how my pastor leads Sunday school. But, for me, I don’t retain information like that. I have to see it, read it and be actively involved. I know a number of other churches that does Sunday School the same way. My daughter Jessica puts on Christian books in her car and they listen to the books that way. There isn’t anything wrong with that. But, everyone learns differently. To me it’s a bunch of talking and I get distracted very easily. I went to one church locally a number of years ago. The pastor did Sunday School where he would talk about the topic. He was just going on and on, People were getting off tract and I had no clue what the topic of the study was. I went to that church for a month, and I got tired of hearing people going back and forth.I don’t think it’s like that at my church.
I really miss a normal Sunday School where we sit around the table, pray, read, discuss and even if we don’t make it to the end of that weeks lesson, that’s OK. We continue the next week.
I find when I’m engaged in real conversations about Go and about the Word of God I have a much easier time grasping and understanding what I’m learning. I would very much enjoy have a weekly Sunday School style of study once a week. I want to contact the Church of the Nazarene to see if I can purchase some guided Sunday School lessons that I can do around my dining room table. If I can’t I also located a study that sounds interesting. If there are any ladies that I know that would like to do that, let me know.
This is the Willcox Nazarene Church where all of my wonderful memories of being baptized, meeting wonderful people. Because of this church, that’s why I go to church at St. George Community Church.
When we engage in real conversations we are opening the dialog with others who are in the class, group of friends or whoever would like to join. I wouldn’t think everyone has to go to the same church in order to worship and learn about what God has in store for all of us. I believe the Sunday School lessons are split up in three months of lessons. I very much enjoyed learning that way. Since my church is non-denominational, I don’t even think that we have a place to buy those kinds of Study Guides. I could be wrong. Maybe I will ask Pastor Ray about that.
What I miss about Sunday School is that the classes are smaller and that makes it a perfect environment to have real conversations instead of yes, no, or shaking of heads in agreement. I know I couldn’t do this kind of study at my church since I know it isn’t a church sponsored guided activity. Also, the material wouldn’t be coming from my church since we aren’t affiliated with a specific denomination. So, my plan now is to find guided Sunday School Lessons and go from there. It will probably be mid-week around my dining room table unless someone wants it someplace else.
By engaging in dialog with other members of the class, listening to their questions and hearing the answers, you learn that you are not alone in your struggles in understanding the Word and living out your faith in a world that is increasingly hostile to Christians . Those friendships will also help keep you accountable and connected to the Body of Christ, especially during times of storm and crisis in your life.
Here’s a breakdown of why I think it is very important for everyone to be going to Sunday School. Sunday School helps me and I would think most people to understand the different stages in their lives. I never understood this when I was younger. I would be placed in the teens, young adults, adults and so on. A pastor friend of mine those me that it’s important to learn and encourage others who may need encouragement from someone who may have gone through the same type of things they are. A young adult isn’t going to know what it’s like from a senior citizens point of view. They can learn off of each others experience. But, there are some things and conversations they won’t understand.
When I would go to Sunday School with Ann being the teacher, she had a way of engaging everyone and she closed that generation gaps. I did find this study lesson on Life way, so. I’m thinking on this if I can get some people involved.
Here’s a description of what I’m looking at. I would just have to figure out where to have it at since it isn’t a church sponsored Bible Study.
CHASE CURRICULUM KIT: Chasing After the Heart of God
What are you chasing?
We’re all chasing after something, something that we think will make us happy—comfort, success, a bigger house, or someone’s approval. But if we are all honest, it feels like trying to catch the wind.
A man after God’s own heart… As David’s life weaves throughout the pages of Scripture, we see he was a man who spent his life chasing after God. Chase explores the events that defined David’s life and the Psalms that flowed out of those experiences. Through David’s example we’ll discover what God really wants from us.
The lessons in this study are simple yet deep and very interactive, offering Bible study, stories, and projects to dig into Scripture and deeply engage the mind and heart. God has carved out a space in each of us that only He can fill. So whether you are running from God or working your tail off to please Him, David’s journey will challenge your view of God.
God is invisible, and yet He is the only thing we can chase that won’t leave us feeling more empty.
Study Kit Tools:
Study. The study guide uses projects, stories, and Bible study to engage the mind and heart. There are seven weeks of Bible study and an introductory session for your group.
See. Eight short but deep videos provide a starting place for meeting God and for transparent conversations. Each video is 8-12 minutes long.
Ask. Conversation cards offer questions for spontaneous and authentic discussion time. You choose the questions that speak to you.
Lead. The leader’s guide prepares you to lead this study and encourages you along the way
Sunday School is very important when it comes to my spiritual walk and anyone else’s. When we go to Sunday School it provided the tools for learning. Sunday School encourages friendships and interactions while you are studying with like-minded people. Ephesians 4:11, includes teachers within the five-fold ministry of the church. “And he gave some, apostles; and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers”. Sunday School and going to church is a very important part when it comes to building a stronger relationship with Christ. Pastors are called to preach the Word of God and to Shepherd the congregation.
I feel bad as I’m writing this because I hardly ever go to church because of my health. I do listen to the sermons and I also listen to the sermons that Pastor Craig from Oro Valley Church of the Nazarene in Tucson does. I have always been a Nazarene and I will always be. So, I do enjoy listening to their services when I catch it. Even if I can make it to church, I don’t go to Sunday School. Again, that isn’t because of what Pastor Ray is teaching. I just don’t learn in that format and when people talk over each other. I need something in hand to read and study, not just listening.
When I got really sick this summer and I was in ICU for at least a month, and then I was on the 2nd floor for close to 3 weeks and then the rehab center. I wanted to share just one very important part of the hospital stay and that all resolves around my grand-daughter Josalyn and her toy unicorn.
After I got out of the ICU and they moved me to a regular room I was having a lot of problems understanding who people were and I couldn’t really carry on a logical conversation. I had my cell phone with me, and I knew it was my phone, but I couldn’t remember how to dial it, who the people on my contacts are and I couldn’t text. It took me a while for the connections in my brain to work. I still have issues on some of the things.
During my confusion for some reason my focus was on my grand-daughter Josalyn. Jessica and Josalyn always came up there. Josalyn left her little unicorn with me. But, I vaguely remember talking to the Dr’s about how I needed to make sure that she could eat and that she needs chocolate milk and she needed cookies. I felt this crazy need to make sure she was OK. I remember mumbling things about her to my nurses.
One night I asked my nurse to call my daughter Jessica. I left some kind of strange message on Jessica’s phone. I may have even texted her. For some reason my focus was entirely on Josalyn, her unicorn and my pug Jasper. I kind of remember talking to my Dr’s and nurses about how worried and even scared that with me in the hospital there is nobody feeding and taking care of Josalyn.
One afternoon when my sisters Joyce, Bren and my dad came to visit me from AZ. My husband, Jessica and Josalyn was also visiting me. I couldn’t even talk much. When I did talk, it was jumbled and I couldn’t talk loud enough to be heard. And I didn’t even know what was going on. I did know that my daughters, my husband, my sisters and my dad literally filled my hospital room with yellow and white roses. They were gorgeous. I had to leave some at the hospital since I was having major allergies.
During that visit with everyone. I started throwing up blood. The nurse was telling me to calm down and to put my head in the back. She was trying all kinds of things. But, blood clots the size of part of my fist was being thrown up. Some of them went into my lungs. This all happened when everyone was visiting. My dad was scared to death. He had to leave the room. I was throwing up so much blood, it was all over my med, blankets and me. The nurse I had was off work and she didn’t tell the incoming nurse that I was having a nose bleed.
JJ and Josalyn
I love Josalyns Smile
It was much worse than a nose bleed since it was being thrown up and some was from my nose. Something perforated somewhere in my stomach. The nurse that was in my room 24/7 immediately called a Dr. She knew the problem was much worse that a simple nose bleed. Within minutes they had me going out of the room and they took me to have some kind of a procedure to try to stop the bleeding. I think I was in a surgical room. As they were moving me to hopefully stop my bleeding, I wanted them, well demanded them to get me Josalyns unicorn. The nurse didn’t want to, but I guess I got pretty loud lol.
The procedures that they had to do is something I don’t remember. All I remember at that time is that I know I’m loosing a lot of blood and I didn’t know anyone could loose that much blood and still be alive. All I remember is that I had Josalyn’s unicorn and I didn’t want any blood on her toy. I was heavily crying because of Josalyn and the unicorn. They worked on me till around 3 in the morning and if it wasn’t for that unicorn I don’t know if I could have stayed focused. The pain was so bad that not even the morphine and the dilaudid helped with some of the pain. But, I think I only got through this ordeal because I was really scared of ruining Josalyn’s Unicorn. I was also praying so much. Even though I was given a ton of medications, I was still in pain, but when I asked God to protect me and to take the pain away that worked.
One of the nurses was told by the Dr to keep me calm because things were going to be bad. There was only one other way to help stop the bleeding. So, this nurse noticed how many times I mentioned Josalyn and the unicorn. I was protecting that unicorn. I wasn’t worried about me bleeding to death, but I was about her unicorn. So, the nurse got me talking about Josalyn and she wanted to hold the unicorn. That was a negative. I will hold her unicorn. But, at that moment, God put this on my heart and I haven’t shared that with anyone.
My grand daughter was with my daughter every day at the hospital. But, Josalyn looks exactly like Jessica did when she was a baby. I know people will think I’m nuts. But, in my mind I needed to protect Josalyn because I was thinking she is my daughter Jessica. I also use to collect unicorns. When I was worried about Josalyn needing to eat and drink and taken care of because it is my job to do that. But, I honestly think that during my hospital stay, I was thinking Josalyn was Jessica.
I wanted to share this video of my grandson JJ and Josalyn. I didn’t want to leave him out.
Around 3:00 am, I was back in my room and the unicorn had absolutely no blood on it. I did loose a lot of blood. They had to give me a couple blood transfusions. On that night they had to and then about a week later they had to give me more blood. I don’t remember anything from that ordeal except that there was blood all over the room, the floor, the bed, my gown, the Dr and the nurses even had to get clean cloths.
The nurse that I had when the bleeding started should have let the oncoming nurse know that I had a problem. I really couldn’t talk because I was throwing up big blood clots from my throat and nose. I really appreciate those who helped. I know there were a lot of people in the area they had to take me and I thank God that is had Josalyn and her unicorn to help me get through it all.
“Jesus entrusted to Peter the keys to open the entrance to the kingdom of heaven, and not to close it.”
I’m wanting to keep this post more about Christ and not turn it into a political post and I’m soory that I have included more political things than I wanted.
It’s been bothering me big time that people are posting this picture and saying that if Heaven has a wall then why can’t the United States. Donald Trump and politicians on both sides of the fence are NOT GOD. We are NOT in Heaven, we are here in the United States.
Part of the president’s order stated that, “In order to protect Americans, the United States must ensure that those admitted to this country” don’t have “hostile attitudes” to our nation’s “founding principles.”
It added: “The United States should not admit those who engage in acts of bigotry or hatred (including ‘honor’ killings, other forms of violence against women, or the persecution of those who practice religions different from their own) or those who would oppress Americans of any race, gender, or sexual orientation.”
When I was listening to what the president was saying, I found it laughable that he thinks that all people should be “vetted”. When someone is being vetted,that means that they will be investigated heavilty. The reason why I found his statement laughable is because Trump has problems with those who are gay and lesbians. He also has issues with race and so on. I know many won’t agree, but it is what it is. I guess I have issues with those who thinks they are better than others and they put themselves higher than Christ.
I have absolutely no problem when it comes to making sure that those who come into our country are here legally and that they haven’t committed crimes against others or are planning on hurting and killing people from our country. But, I do find it horrible that people are ready to hate on someone because they may look different and they don’t speak English. No matter what country they are from, all people should have a clean record and have never commited a crime such as murder. I have absolutely no problem with keeping criminals out of our country that’s fine. That’s important to do.
What I’m upset with is those who are that Trump is going to come riding his white horse across the country to save the day.
Here’s what Jesus tells us will happen to those who doesn’t pass His criteria when it comes to going to Heaven: They will “go off to eternal punishment.” Or as he says elsewhere in Matthew about those who fail this test: “Throw this useless servant into the darkness outside, where there will be wailing and grinding of teeth.”
Of course, the United States isn’t heaven, and Donald Trump isn’t God. But if the President and conservatives want to enact vetting based on the teachings of Jesus, they should look to Christ himself.
In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus tells us what it is he requires from his followers for entry into heaven, his domain: Feed the hungry. Give drink to the thirsty. Welcome strangers. Clothe the naked. Minister to the sick. Visit the imprisoned. Here are some Bible verses that I live by each and every day.
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Whoever believes in him is not condemned, but whoever does not believe is condemned already, because he has not believed in the name of the only Son of God.
Because, if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved. For the Scripture says, “Everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.” For there is no distinction between Jew and Greek; for the same Lord is Lord of all, bestowing his riches on all who call on him. For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.”
Ephesians 2:8-9For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.
Matthew 7:13-14“Enter by the narrow gate. For the gate is wide and the way is easy that leads to destruction, and those who enter by it are many. For the gate is narrow and the way is hard that leads to life, and those who find it are few.
I don’t know why Christians would think it would be funny to have all of those who are from foreign countries or those who have come to the United States illegally to go to Hell. I know that we all have to follow the law, but I do make mistakes. I drive to fast and I forget to turn on my signal and so on. One of my friends was deported because she didn’t register her car. She was pulled over because of that. She was 2 days past the time to get her tags. So she was arrested and sent back to El Savadore.
When I was younger there was a family that came to our farm. They needed work so he could feed his family. They were given jobs and they also were given a single wide trailer. All I can remember about his name is that his name was Miguel. I would go visit his family everyday. I wanted to learn more aboout their culture. They had two children and his wife was super sweet. I was introduced to Mesican food for the first time because of them.
There were nights that our family didn’t have any food in our house. My parents did the best they could, but one night I was at Muguels home and they were getting ready to sit down and eat. They asked me if I would like to stay and eat. I told them I was fine, they can go a head and eat. That’s when they made me sit and eat with them. I must have been really hungry. They asked me if I would like to take some home with me. I told them that I would get in trouble if I told anyone that our family had no food at all. Instead, she made up a plate of burittos, beans and rice. She told me to tell my parents that they had so much and they didn’t want to throw it away.
I did tell my parents that and I was very scared of telling them that. If mom and dad thought I was begging for food I would have been beaten literally. When I gave the dishes of food to mom, mom had tears running down her face. There was so much food for us, that we even had left overs for the next day. If it wasn’r for Migeuls family we would have gone hungry for that night and the next day. We hated it when there was no school. If there was no school, most days we didn’t eat.
When I hear all of the hatred that people have towards the Mexican people that they don’t know, it breaks my heart big time. Then I have had some close friends who have said that Mexicans and those who are Democrates should go to hell also and they are destroying America. They feel that just believing isn’t going to be enough for a person who votes for democrats or those who are liberals are all destined to go to hell. One woman who I have known for many yearts said that everyone who didn’t vote for Trump or the Republicans have no place in Heaven and she said she wouldn’t even sit with someone that is from Mexico and she wouldn’t sit next to a Democrat.
For those who aren’t going to be entering Heaven, there are a variety of thoughts that people have and what I imagine for them. Either they will be thrown into outer darkness and they will be wailing and grinding their teeth. Personally I find it horrible when people post this image that shows the Gates of Heaven and how Heaven has walls. If you want to learn more about the grinding of teeth and the wailing, click here. This is a good page to learn about that and what it means.
When I read this verse from, John 3:16 I can’t even fathom Heaven having the kinds of walls that us humans and politicians can put up.
John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
I totally understand that all countries and our country as well has specific standards. I also feel that if someone is going to be in our country they need to go through the legal chain of events. With the way things are now, there are a lot of hoops to jump through and it is very costly. Most of those who are coming into out country are looking for a better life.
My family worked in the agricultural business. My dad worked in cotton fields and other various crops. We lived close to the border of Mexico by Yuma, AZ. Many of those who found their way to our farm wasn’t here legally. This was back in the 70’s and I’m sure things have changed somewhat. But, we have never had any problems out of those who found our farm. They were some of the nicest people. My dad and sisters lives around 20 miles from the border of Mexico right now. They are by Douglas, AZ. The haven’t had any problems.
But, I absolutely believe that if someone wants to become an American, they should do that legally. I know it costs a whole lot of money and takes a lot of time, but, it’s best to do it legally. I don’t know of any other country that would let us just stay or live in their country without a visa or proper documents. No matter what country you are visiting or wanting to stay, you have to stay there legally.
Now, when it comes to those children(Dreamers) who only knows the United States and they don’t know anyone that they are supposed to be related to, they should be able to stay since they came as babies or young children. I don’t know all of the answers for these children, but I know that if they were my children, I would want the best for them.
When I had friends of mine posting and sharing this image it made me sick. They are Christians and they believe anything and everything that Trump says and does. It bothers me beyond words when I hear people say , “Make America Great Again.” I know it is a slogan, but I feel like we already live in the most amazing country ever. There are many things that we could do better. But, when people say “Make America Great Again:, it makes me think about how horrible out country really is.
When this image came up on Facebook, it really called a lot of frustration. Why in the world would anyone think it’s OK to compare how Heaven has a wall and so should American. It drives me bonkers big time.
There is mention of walls and gates in the Book of Revelation. Click Here to read about t
he meaning for that. Here is a paragraph to that commentary and then you can read more about it. It is pretty inspirational and informational.
So, Jesus Christ — like Donald Trump — specific standards for entry into his land. But we would do well to remember that when it comes to getting into Heaven, you just need to accept Jesus Christ as the Son of God. , We also must admit that we are sinners. the last are first, the poor are blessed and prodigal children are always welcomed home. Not bad advice for the President who claimed upon taking office he would “make Christianity strong in America again.”
I have a friend who lives in Indiana that has been posting crap that was all from websites that are lies and made up instead of fact checking things. I can’t wait till 2020 gets here and I hope we get a new president. But, like I said, I didn’t post it so you guys can see it
Chuck said that “I thought you hated political posts”. I do hate political posts for sure and I dread the political season. I’ve started seeing that crap as advertisements on youtube and all kinds of crap. I try not to block friendships. I have already fully blocked 5 friends in the last week over this post.
When people think that, I find it horrible and I’m seeing it from those who say they are Christians. Heaven is open to all who have accepted Christ and believe. That’s like people thinking that people from Mexico and foreign countries are going to go to hell
I want to end this post by sharing the Sinners Prayer.
I know I’m a sinner, and I ask for your forgiveness.
I believe Jesus Christ is Your Son. I believe that He died
for my sin and that you raised Him to life.
I want to trust Him as my Savior and follow Him as Lord,
from this day forward. Guide my life and help me to do your will.
I pray this in the name of Jesus. Amen.”
I have a very dear friend that I have known for over 20 years. Her daughter went to school with my daughters. My friend and her husband and kids lived with us for a short time when they moved to our area.
The other night my friend called me and wanted to ask my opinion. She knows that I love the Lord and that I’m a Christian. A few years ago, she started going to a non-denomination church in a little city that is about 15 minutes from Denver. I was actually surprised by this call because she was raised as a Jehovah’s Witness and she got excommunicated about 10 years ago. I won’t mention her name since she may not appreciate it.
My friend was asking me to help her find a different church in her area. The one she has been going to is in the middle of doing sermons based on the Second Coming of Christ. She wants to find a church that is around Broomfield. Broomfield I think is close to Denver. I have never lived in Colorado, so I told her I would see what I can find out. She is really wanting to find a church where the Pastor covers a number of topics. She’s feeling like she is listening to the same sermon every Sunday.
As I was talking to her I was typing out what she was asking me. This was a three-hour conversation and I had a very long outline. Since the blog would have been about 6 pages, I wanted to get some help on gathering my thoughts. I needed it to be divided and putting the paragraphs in order. I immediately regretted sending the rough draft I had to the four people I sent it to. The reason why is that each of the people who I needed help from took it personally and all of them interjected what they thought the blog was about. I may even regret sharing this since I ended up with so many negative thoughts. I so wanted to tell them that ” It isn’t about you!”, “It isn’t about our church!”, “It has nothing to do with anyone where I live!”.
As I was talking to my friend and I was doing my best to gather my thoughts and I also pray for the right answers. After I sent the rough draft to a few people, I felt like I obviously worded things wrong. I also feel like I need to walk on eggshells since the four people who I sent it to take it too personal and each person got upset because I feel like they thought it was about them. When it had nothing to do with our church and my friends.
Since I was trying to help my friend by reaching out to those who I know that may have advice, I regretted sending it to them. Last night after I got some very long replies from a few people, I realized that I shouldn’t ask for advice from those who I would think would have the answers or maybe give me advice on helping her. Most of last night and all of my waking time today I realized that when I ask for advice or help, that things can be taken the wrong way.
I have been doing a lot of praying about things. My husband knows that I am upset over things. Just like the responses that I received, I may be getting more upset then I need to be. I do my very best to not hurt others. I do my best to be helpful. I also pray for people and for answers.
I only had one friend from church that read what I wrote in seach of answers that was helpful. She knew what I was saying in my rough draft and I appreciated the fact that she understood what I was saying and she said she would help me organize that blog. I know it was a very long blog, and it needed to be organized. So, I really appreciate that. She didn’t make me feel like I was saying terribly mean things about my church. I told her I was and am to the point of just stopping the things I do.
But, I know if I did that, it would cause a great deal of issues. I guess I’m very frustrated and nobody is willing to listen to what I’m saying. Anything I say or do is taken in the wrong way. I told my husband that I wonder why I keep trying. But I know it would affect a whole lot of people if I just threw in the towel. So, I can’t do that.
I wanted to help my friend and when I got the responses I did, I realized that I also need to make sure to pray. I told my husband today that I just wanted to throw my hands in the air and just “give up”. No matter how things are worded, then people take it the wrong way or they think it’s about them.
I’m tired of people blowing things out of proportion, especially when it has nothing to do with them. I came across this image about. I am still working on a blog to help my friend. But at the same time I know that I will have work on my answers to my friend. But, and this is a big but, I may have to ask some other people since the four I sent it to made it more about our church, when it was supposed to be about helping her find the right church where she can grow.
I sent a private message to a good friend asking for prayers. Since I was getting responses that were very negative, I got really upset with them. I didn’t get any responses that could help my friend. Instead I got responses that had nothing to do with her problem. I would love to hear what anyone’s responses would be.
I also need a lot of prayers since I’m getting upset over things going on. I have even talked to my daughter about things and she says people are petty. So, I know it would do absolutely no good talking to her. I guess when I ask for prayers or help, I now know that I need to go directly to God since those who I ask for help or answers aren’t understanding. I’m very frustrated over this.I know I shouldn’t be. I just feel like I’m talking to a wall and the walls are silent. I’m sure this blog will disappoint people since it will be taken the wrong way.
Since I only got responses that made me feel like I can’t ask anyone about how to give the best advice for my friend. I know that the rough draft I sent to a few people was long. I just needed the blog organized so I can give my friend the best advice I can give her.
I want to leave a very loud comment and ending to this blog post…
THIS IS NOT ABOUT My CHURCH!!!
IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE IN MY CHURCH OR IN MY CITY !!!!
Can you all keep me in your prayers. I have been struggling with a few things. I don’t want to go into it. But God does know what my needs are. And mostly can you pray for my friend. She is in need of finding the right church for herself. She lives outside of Denver and I don’t know that area at all.
“You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your Father who is in heaven. For he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? …
Over the past month my heart has been hurting for a number of reasons. For the most part it’s because of divisions of people. Not really about the kind of divisions that happen at church. I’m talking about the anger, resentments, children and families being torn apart. I try my best to stay out of political stuff on my blog and on my Facebook Page. While all the things going on in the world is eating at my heart, I decided I needed or wanted to share some of my thoughts. I honestly believe that Satan is causing division and hatred in our world.
I’m sick and tired of hearing about this wall that supposedly Mexico will pay for it.
All those in the migrant caravans are murderers and rapists.
Trump claims that he doesn’t hate immigrants. He loves America and he wants to see our country to be great again. So, his way of showing how much he loves our country is by keeping the country partially shut down. Families can’t pay truer bills. Families are going hungry and they can’t get their medications. With that kind of love, who needs enemies.
I totally get that if anyone wants to come to America, then they should be here legally.
What’s really bothering me more than these things is that even Trump is those who say they love people. I have seen many changes in the last 5-6 years when it comes to showing honest Christian love. To me all of this seems like a reality show. When people’s lives and families are being destroyed at every turn, it becomes very real, real fast/
I want to give a bit of a background and part of a conversation I have had over the past few weeks. This conversation began with a young man sharing his rallying cry that
Psalm 119:88: “Revive me according to Thy loving kindness, So that I may keep the testimony of Thy mouth”
In the mid 70’s I attended a little church called Willcox Church of the Nazarene. Pastor Harry Myers put together a revival. In my church it is best described as a series of worship services in which a visiting preacher, and sometimes a visiting choir director, come to a church to lead special worship services.
When you attend these services there is usually a special emphasis placed on leading people. The evangelist who was visiting our church focused on building a personal relationship with Christ and with Christs people. I really think we need Revival in America again. We NEED GOD in AMERICA and in our WORLD. It isn’t going to be Trump or any world leader that can pull us through the hatred.
Packer lists five Marks of Revival:
(1) Awareness of God’s Presence
(2) Responsiveness to God’s Word
(3) Sensitiveness to sin
(4) Liveliness in Community – A revived church is full of life, joy, and power of the Holy Spirit
(5) Faithfulness in testimony – an evangelistic and ethical overspill into the world.
I don’t want to make this blog all about Trump. The reason why is because he is the effect. Satan is using him as a tool to destroy our world.
As I was thinking about what to write I had a conversation on my heart. It was a conversation about how evil liberals are. This gentleman will post pictures of him and his family going to church. As he attends church he goes out of his way and sharing how all Democrats and liberals are no better than Satan and that they should die in the fiery pit.
Those who do not yet have a relationship with Him, to Christ. The church members often help out by doing such things as singing in the “revival choir,” bringing their friends to “pack a pew night,” or serving pizza to teenagers before the service on “youth night.” Sometimes the services are preceded by “cottage prayer meetings,” where the members go to a member’s home to pray together for the services. This is pretty much what the word meant as we heard it growing up. Because of this tradition, there remains a “terminological inexactitude” (to borrow a phrase from Churchill) among many Baptists concerning the meaning of the term, revival.
At the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association (BGEA), our mission is every Christian’s mission: “go and make disciples” (Matthew 28:19, NIV). The stakes couldn’t be higher, because lives—and eternity—hang in the balance. Only Jesus Christ gives abundant, peace-filled life now and forever, and the alternative is despair, hopelessness, and eternal separation from God. Each service during Revival Week focused on something else. I wish our church did Revivals.
“Revival is that sovereign work of God in which He visits His own people, restoring and releasing them into the fullness of His blessing.” – Robert Coleman
“Revival is a return to spiritual health after a period of decline into sin and broken fellowship with God… Revival is for God’s people when they need to be forgiven and restored to life, spiritual health, and vitality” -Blackaby & King
“Revival is an extraordinary work of the Holy Spirit producing extraordinary results.”
My biggest issues with Trump is that feels that he is superior over anything and anyone. He’s a complete rear end. Some people say that he isn’t politically correct.
Here’s my list of reasons I have no respect for him as a person or a President.
He hates Mexicans, African-Americans, poor people, gays/lesbians. non super models, women, democrats and anyone who doesn’t kiss his butt.
It really bothers me that he is treating our country and Americans like they are in a reality show.
He’s not “politically correct.”
He thinks he’s just “telling it like it is.” Sure, if you think that white males are superior and should keep ruling the world. Instead, he’s just a hateful asshole who likes to slam Muslims, Mexicans, women, gays, blacks, transgender people, poor people, and anyone who’s not a fat orange ball of hate with no innate intelligence or talent who’d be mopping floors if it wasn’t for daddy’s money.
I wrote a personal letter to my friend since it was her son that I blocked on my wall. I will just share a bit of that conversation. I let her know that I removed (*******) from my friends list. I told her I was tired of all of the hateful posts that was said from Trump. I’m tired of hearing about all of the hateful posts that was directed at anyone and everyone who didn’t agree with them. He also didn’t have a problem when Trump was having affairs on his wife.
I finally had enough when he said that all liberals should go to hell and that all Democrats are worse than pond scum and leeches. I always vote for the person, not the party. So according to him, I’m pond scum. I prayed heavily on if I was unfriending him because of his racists comments or where I hear people say that even though they are Christians, it’s OK to treat people this way since they are from Mexico or other countries.
All people no matter where they come from should be respected. People shouldn’t be judged because of where they were born. If people are coming to our country, they should be here legally. It blows my mind that Christians are claiming at any one from Mexico is an enemy of our country. Instead of showing love and compassion to others, we are showing them hatred. I’m actually doing blog on this topic. We even have people at my church hating on others that visit. Instead of being Christlike, we are turning them away. But, the biggest thing that get’s me is when as Christians, we are to build people up and to show thm Christianity and love. Lately, I see our country that I love as being was of the most hateful of all nations.
If My people who are called by My name will humble themselves, and pray and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.”
But that’s the whole deal, isn’t it? Getting God’s people to humble themselves, to pray, to seek God’s face, and repent? It would seem that if all that is happening, you have revival! The condition being met in this passage leads to forgiveness and restoration; at least that’s what it says after the word, “then”.
So, should we pray for revival? Of course! That’s what we see the Psalmist doing in the verses above. But can we reduce the work of a sovereign God to a man-dependent formula? No. Revival is the work of God. We pray for it because we are dependent upon Him to send it.
He is also convinced by all of the right-wing papers when they say all kind of things. As I research his comments, I realize how dangerous these conspiracy theories are. This young man is a very intelligent person. I just don’t understand how a man of faith and professes that he takes everything to the Lord would believe things that the Lord. The Lord is all about love and truth.