Catching Pigs

THIS IS TRULY THOUGHT PROVOKING. (From and email):
There was a chemistry professor in a large college that had some Exchange students in the class. One day while the class was in the lab, The Professor noticed one young man, an exchange student, who kept rubbing hisback and stretching as if his back hurt. The professor asked the young man what was the matter. The student told Him he had a bullet lodged in his back. He had been shot while fighting Communists in his native countrywho were trying to overthrow his country's government and install a newcommunist regime. In the midst of his story, he looked at the professor and asked a strange question. He asked: 'Do you know how to catch wild pigs?'
The professor thought it was a joke and asked for the punch line. The young man said that it was no joke.
'You catch wild pigs by finding a suitable place in the woods and putting corn on the ground. The pigs find it and begin to come everyday to eat the free corn. When they are used to coming every day, you put a fence down one side of the place where they are used to coming. When they getused to the fence, they begin to eat the corn again and you put up anotherside of the fence. They get used to that and start to eat again. You continue until you have all four sides of the fence up with a gate in the last side. The pigs, which are used to the free corn, startto come through the gate to eat that free corn again. You then slam the gate on them and catch the whole herd. Suddenly the wild pigs have lost their freedom. They run around and around inside the fence, but they are caught. Soon they go back to eating the free corn. They are so used to it that they have forgotten how to forage in the woods for themselves, so theyaccept their captivity.' The young man then told the professor that is exactly what he sees happening in America. The government keeps pushing us toward Communism/Socialism and keeps spreading the free corn out in the form of programs such as supplemental income, tax credit for unearned income, tax cuts, tax exemptions, tobacco subsidies, dairy subsidies,payments not to plant crops (CRP), welfare, medicine, drugs, etc.. While we continually lose our freedoms, just a little at a time. One should always remember two truths:
1. There is no such thing as a free lunch
2. You can never hire someone to provide a service for you cheaper than you can do it yourself. Do you see that all of this wonderful government 'help' is a problem confronting the future of democracy in America? If you think the free ride is essential to your way of life,then G-d help you when the gate slams shut! Think about it.

Apis/Golden Calve

As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 40 different gods and goddesses.
Apis was a sacred bull worshipped as early as the fourth dynasty in Egypt (2575 B.E. possibly even to the first dynasty 2929 B.E., and as late as the time of Emperor Julian the apostate in 363 A.D.).
Apis was supposedly begat by a moonbeam, and was recognized by several characteristic marks. In Memphis, Egypt the Apis was associated with Ptah, a creator idol, as well as Osiris, the idol of the dead. It is thought that the Apis bull inspired the Golden Calve which the Israelites made at Mt. Sinai in Ex. 32:4-35, and the golden calves Jeroboam set up in the Northern Kingdom of Israel after visiting Egypt. Jeremiah 46:13-14, means in saying, why has Apis fled or been swept away? Various festivals were associated with Apis as a fertility idol. When the Apis bull died, his successor was diligently sought throughout Egypt requiring the specific characteristics of a black coat with a white triangle on the forehead, a white vulture on its back, and a scarab beneath the tongue.
The bull was taken to a colonnaded temple where it could be viewed. The temple even had an embalming chamber and a special room to house the mother of the current Apis. During the first millennium B.E. the average life span of an Apis bull was 16-19 years. During the late Egyptian period Apis worship took the form of a national cult. This was the emphasis of what Jeremiah meant as he referred to the fleeing Apis referring actually to the dissolving of the Egyptian Kingdom in 46:44-46

Adaddon

As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 40 different gods and goddesses.
Abaddon a Hebrew word used in later Jewish Literature, especially the Wisdom literature that appears to be synonymous with the lowest division of Sheol devoted to the punishment of sinners. The name is derived from the Hebrew word abad = means to become lost, be ruined, destroyed, perish. The Greek equivalent is Apollyon which means destroyer. Apollyon is personified as the angel of the bottomless pit in Rev. 9:11, and the king of the demonic locust in Rev. 9. The term Adaddon occurs in parallel and in conjunction with Sheol in both Job and Proverbs, and in conjunction with death in Job and Psalms. The word Apollyon does not appear in its Greek form in later Rabbinic writings, and only here in the N.T. seems to be regarded as the equivalent to Asmodaeus, the king of demons in Judaisic mythology.
Apollyon is the Greek idol of death and pestilence as well as the sun idol, the idol of music, poetry, crops, ect. Although Apollyon is the correct reading, the name Apollo was used as a play on the word Apollo. In the N.T. we see the locust as a symbol of this destruction which poisoned his victims. In the book of Revelation the term Apollon is also used indirectly to refer to the Roman emperors such as Domitian, who like to be regarded as Apollo incarnate.

Adrammelech & Anammelech

As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.
Adrammelech was a idol of the Sepharvites (Assyria – Sabraim in East Central Syria), and was supposedly identical with Molech in 2 Kings 17:31. The name is derived from the phrase the lordship of the king. In 2 Kgs. 17 it is reported that the Babylonians how were resettled in Samaria burn their children in the fire to Adrammelech and Anammelech, the idols of the Sepharvaim. There is a close association of this name to one of the sons of Sennacherib, the Assyrian king in 2 Kgs. 19:37. Adrammelech and Sharezer are the two sons of Sennacherib who killed him while he was worshipping in a temple to his idol in Assyria after being disgraced in battle.
Anammelech was also a idol of the Sepharvites and was thought to have been in the form of a horse. Human sacrifices were also offered to it as in the case of Adrammelech

Ashima

As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.
Ashima – was the idol of Hamath mentioned in 2 Kgs. 17:30. This was a deity worshipped as a figure of a goat without wool. The goat is found among the sacred animals of the Babylonian monuments. Ashima corresponded with the Egyptian Mendes, the Greek Pan, and the Phoenician Esmun. Hamath was on the border of Israel in the north Assyria, and was occupied by the Hittites among other Canaanite peoples during the Biblical period. Hamath was one of the places where Solomon built storehouses (2 Chron. 8), and the Hamathites are listed as last in the table of Canaanite nations in Gen. 10. During the time of David, Toi was king of Hamath, and Amos mentions it as a great city in his writings. This was one of the spots where Israelites were exiled in Isa. 11, and when Sargon II deported the local inhabitants of Samaria, he imported the people of Hamath (modern Hama in Syria) to live in Samaria (2 Kngs. 17). The most widely accepted interpretation of the word Ashima is that it is an Aram form meaning the Name. The only other possible reference to Ashimain in the Bible is found in the unclear statement of Amos 8:14.

Intimacy

I was told a story that keeps running through my head. I'm stepping completely out of character in sharing this with you. I'm not much of a story teller, so pray this will mean something to those who walking around with a broken heart. G-d is saying to you, "You are valuable to me - I do understand!"
Not everyone walks in or experiences deep emotional pain and if you are such a fortunate person, pass this to someone who is or has experienced it.
RELEASING THE BROKEN HEARTED SOUL
One night when the moon was at its peak I stood in the middle of a country driveway listening to a man praying for another. He was telling her to picture Y’Shua with her at the most unpleasant scene of her life. I patiently waited until he was finished and asked him what he meant by that. It just seemed bazaar to me - to picture Y’Shua there watching another suffering - definitely sick. The man with agape eyes still insisted it was a healing process.
His words haunted me for months after. I know him as a very Spirit-lead man and trusted in his sincerity but was sure he got off course on this one. Still the words lingered in my ears and when I'd see him from afar he still had those agape eyes which haunted me.
It finally bothered me enough to at least give it a try. So I laid my head down one night and tried to picture Y’Shua leaning against a wall - watching. This didn't bring me any comfort. So I rearranged the picture and had Him sitting on a soft comfortable chair - watching. This did not bring any peace. In fact it angered me and I shouted at Him. "Well are you enjoying this? Are you going to help me or just sit there?" I became frustrated and was sure the man didn't know what he was talking about or he just didn't give me enough information as to what Y’Shua was to be doing while in the picture. But my heat said "He told you right. Now you pretend you are
G-D and exchange places with Him. How would you handle it?"
Well I'm good at telling others what to do, so this sounds like a good idea. I became G-D and stood in the corner watching the affliction placed on My child. I was no longer the victim. There wasn't much I could do but I began to feel G-D's pain. I cried out for the child. I wanted to go to her but angels held me back. I felt holy anger that this was happening to an innocent little one. It was not what I wished for her life! But it rains on the just and the unjust. By now I was getting the idea of what it meant to put Y’Shua into the picture and once again we exchanged roles and I became the victim.
When the excruciating moment was over I crawled into a corner and looked up seeing G-D's eyes. The same agape eyes that man had. He started talking to me. Not with the quiet whispers in my ear; not with the impressions that usually motivated me, but through His eyes. We talked half the night. He said "Now that I've got your attention, hear me out. I was there when you were 7 years old. You saw Me and I hurt so much for you. I never wanted this to happen but I gave people free choice. I saw you crawl away and curl up into a ball. Your eyes staring off as you mentally started shutting doors and building walls. I cried out to you to look up to see Me but you withdrew inward.
Time passed and each time I called out to you. You accepted others opinion of yourself and when you would glance my way, you'd hang your head in shame, believing no one would love you. Everyone inflicted pain! Your emotions died. You no longer laughed or cried. All you could feel was anger which would turn into emptiness. The world says you have to be tough to survive and you were determined to survive.
We will not talk about the alterations of your afflictions but of My love for you. You couldn't receive My love so I sent your second grade teacher to you. Remember, she just brushed your hair and talked sweetly to you. That was My love. In the third grade the teacher walked half way home with you and gave you some costume jewelry. You were so thrilled and I felt delighted that you would accept it. When you were eleven, I sent one of My preachers to you. He patted your head every Sunday. You were starting to think that maybe some grownups were nice. I got you to step out and go to his house to talk to him and tell him what was happening in your life, but at the last minute you would dive into the bush to hide. I was attempting to free you but you were not ready.
See My child, you became so untouchable I had to send people in small ways to penetrate the exterior. You tried and tested each one to the max before you would allow them into your small circle. Inwardly you cried out for love and set out on a course of looking for it in all the wrong places.
Remember when you first went into a born again fellowship and felt love and saw Me rocking them. You became jealous and I held out My hand to you but your feeling of being unworthy pulled you away. Each time you came to watch Me comfort another, I held My hand out to you. I noticed each time you came nearer and stayed watching longer with longing eyes.
The day you aimed a gun at your accuser, Lucifer and I were both fiercely talking to you. Both trying to reason with you. I tell you all heaven rejoiced when you laid the gun down and walked away. You truly heard My voice, and choice the path of the straight and narrow.
You soon learned that not all so-called Christians walk with Me and became easily targeted. Yes, My child, you were wronged, but you hadn't learned to keep your eyes on Me and only Me. Your worth is only measured in My eyes and I tell you to yield to Me.
I placed you in a teaching and equipping church and you flourished. You ate, drank and slept in My word. You came in with praise and thanksgiving five days a week. You couldn't get enough of Me. We were making great progress but your heart still was well guarded.
I had a lady sing for you, "Tears are a Language That I Understand". You fought and fought the tears, but I overpowered you and started teaching you emotions besides anger. Many times you cried because you felt My presents. Many times you didn't understand your crying. I was just cleaning your thick inside hurts. Sometimes you cried out of shear agony, but it was a releasing experience. Sometimes you cried just to be in My presents. I bottled up each and every tear.
I switched you to a new body of believers. You bucked all the way. "A green horn," you yelled, but I knew the young preacher would teach you the basics you always managed to jump over; love and joy. He made you memorize "who can separate you from My love?". He irritated you and you stomped all around him, but I knew he would not budge. I also knew you would give him more rope than any other man. All your screaming and yelling wasn't going to do you any good and his "puppy dog look" as you called it, haunted you. You were loosing ground. Your control was being broken. My child, you must stay here until you learn this lessen. Don't fight so hard. Trust Me, for I do love you. Your a hard learner, but once you grasp it, you've really got it.
You ran to five preachers to ask "What does the joy of the L-rd mean?" No one gave you an answer to satisfy your searching. So I sent you an intellect man that spoke your language. He told you "because the world can be rough and tough on you, it's only the joy of knowing the L-rd that keeps you hanging in there and giving you strength." You understood and the heavenly hose rejoiced.
Many things happened, I have only to mention a few to show you I was there with you each and every day, showing My love for you."
I gazed into His eyes good and for quite some time, letting it all sink in. I saw His tears, felt His presence and now that I know that; Yes! I believe He really loved me. He reached out His hands as I slowly inched my way closer to Him. Do I dare? Fear set in. What if...time stood still. Those
eyes, those incredible eyes. A tear trickled down the corner of His eye and He whispered, "please, let Me love you." My heart broke, for the Man was crying for me. I fell into His arms and we held each other with a firm grip. I felt strength and weakness at the same time. We laughed and we cried; the angels were rejoicing. Beautiful lights came from nowhere. He reached down and swept me up in His arms and carried me to a large, old fashion, wooden rocker that was perfectly made for us and He rocked me. Stroking my hair and kissing away my tears, all the time telling me He loved me. Soaking it all in, melting in His arms, the pain started to fade and I could glance up to Him and say "A-b-b-a, Abba I love you so much. and I'm sorry I assumed man's opinion of me as Your opinion, forgive me."
Now I walk a little straighter, a little more sure of myself because I know what my Father thinks of me. Oh no, I haven't arrived but I'm on the right path. Now I have a Friend that lets me crawl up on His lap any time the going gets tough.
One long tiring night I crawled, exhausted onto His lap to tell Him all about my day. He just let me talk on and on while He rocked me. I was telling Him how happy I was finding a Friend, receiving and giving Him love, but His people were killing me. They try to knock my feet out from under me every chance I allowed. That green horn preacher even stated "you can't give out what you haven't got"--concerning love. Always a put down.
The corners of His mouth turned up into a cute, little smile and He said, "Speaking of that, there's something I wanted to tell you. I do enjoy our time together, sharing this love, but I have a family and I want you to learn to love My family."
I just gave him one of those looks and He threw His head back and laughed. When collected Himself, He said, "tell you what, work at trusting Me in them." Well it didn't sound like an easy task, but I do love him and I knew He would be with me always, so I agreed to try.
We're not making fast progress but I'm still trying - slowly stepping out - inching my way closer. It is scary, but I'm not alone anymore and I can always run back to that old faithful rocker. He even told me He had a purpose for me. Me? Me! Once I learn to trust Y’Shua in people I would blossom like a rose. He told me that many of His children are hurting; deep emotional hurts. I was given His hurt for them. I understand their pain, loneliness and unworthiness because I've walked in their shoes. I would be used to reach in and touch their souls. I would lead them out of their walls and isolation and show them the way to the rocking chair. Tell them, "Y’Shua loves you. He was with you through it all. It was not his plan for this to happen to you.
He was angry when it happened. P-L-E-A-S-E let Him love you. Do not worry about what you need to "get right", just receive His love and all the other things will eventually fall into place. He has a purpose for you, too.
Start by picturing Y’Shua in your most painful moment and memorize, "who can separate you from G-D's love?" Think about the good things G-D has sent your way, for he has sent you angels unaware."
I fell asleep on a tear stained pillow but woke up feeling lighter and yes, maybe just a little happier.

Precious One

Precious one, what a courageous journey you have taken and how proud I AM of you to have trusted Me in sharing My Words. This has been a journey of faith. While you were yet a youth in My Spirit, I called you and gave you many signs of confirmation upon your life. You were so insecure that the mere thought of it made you tremble! How I love challenges! (Smile, dear one!) I had special assignments in mind just for you. You were perfect for the job.
I began by giving you My Words, but I called you to pray them instead of sharing them. You were My intercessor, partnering with Me in matters of importance to My heart. All along the way, I continued to give you confirmations, My signs that you really were hearing Me, and growing along the way. This was a journey of faith, for you had no person to give these Words to, or no one to give you a direct confirmation. I taught you to fly on the wings of faith as you held onto My confirmed Words.
I gave you the promise that one day we would be married as one, as happens to others of My fold. I said I would give you My Word as a two-edged weapon to soften the hearts of men, and to pierce the demonic spirits. This weapon would never run dry, for it is dipped in My eternal fountain of blood. This weapon would bow so low as to touch the ground in humility, then grow up as a pure white mantle, softly caressing your shoulders in governmental authority. This weapon would be like tall angelic wings covering you from behind.
My bride! What you deem as defeat, I call triumphant overcoming. You may feel beat up and dented having stood against all odds, but what you do not know is I that I plant mysteries in many of My children for them to discover. I have planted one inside your own spiritual womb.I have planted many children in your own particular womb who are following the same path as you, My beloved. Your journey will be multiplied over and over again, as I plant My Words of promise within the insecure ones, and they also will take the courage to trust Me and follow My promises into fulfillment. These are My triumphant ones who so love Me, that they will reach beyond the limits of their own insecurities to go wherever I send them. They will fly on the wings of faith, built through one loving confirmation at a time. When My Words come to pass within their own lives, they will become My signs to a broken and crippled world.
As a women of G-d, the fact is, heaven needs you! You have been created by the Almighty to birth breakthroughs on planet earth! G-d has uniquely designed you with a latent ability to release life through your intercession. Together with you, the men can build and establish, and they are learning to pray, but you have a special grace to release new spiritual beginnings. Whether your prayer focus is for your husband or church leadership, whether you are interceding for your children, city or nation, you possess in your spirit the seed-realities that, through prayer, can release My life into the world.”

Rejecting the call!

When I was in my early twenties, I was over to my mother’s house to taking off the upstairs storm windows, her windows were at floor level. Having removed the storm window and getting ready to put in the screen; I felt a tremendous pull, a suctioning that was trying to pull me out. It was a calm sunny day so what was this pull? Were was it coming from? I was paralyzed! I could not craw back away from the window, and had to place my hands on both sides of the frame to keep from being pulled out.
I remained there for what seems an eternity, trying to figure it out, not being able to get away. Finally I called for help. When rescuers came, I ask to be pulled away from the window. They thought I was nuts but put their hands on me and pulled me back. Once the screen was in place the suctioning left me alone. And I thought no more of it but stayed away from open windows.
Then when I was in my thirties and married, we had an upstairs door that needed replacing. The carpenters removed the door completely leaving no screen but an open space. I had forgotten about the other incidence so when I was on the staircase preparing to go pass the open space, I felt the familiar suctioning coming from were the door use to be. It was like calling me, pulling me to step out “don’t be afraid just come out to me”, it seem to say.
Panic hit once again, knowing there was no one to call for help this time. I drop what I had in my hands and plastered myself to the side of the railing holding on with dear life. Trying to rationally think – what to do? Why is this happening to me? Why doesn’t anyone believe me? Am I going nuts after all? Am I a big baby? How do I overcome this fear?
Finally I inch me way one baby step at a time pass the door, still holding on to the wall to keep from being pulled out. This time I did not tell any one about it, better if no one else knows, when I don’t even know what the problem is. And remained indoors until the door was replaced, as time when on I once again forgot all about it.
Now I am in my fifties and well laying in bed dreaming, it all returned to me. As I was laying there meditating on it, asking the L-rd what it was all about this thought came to me: Just as the L-rd has a call on your life so does the adversary. The adversary counterfeits everything the L-rd does. The L-rd calls you in quite gentle ways, were the adversary pulls, frightens, or sucks you into his calling.
Through my ignorance I still rejected his calling and now with understanding that technique would not work on me again. I praise the L-rd he watches over us in every step of our walk as we journey though this life! Sending angels to guard us from harms way.
Praise be to G-d for all He has done!

Be all you can be

I am having the greatest influence in the development of my grandchildren, friends and strangers. I am the chief coordinator of a major social institution called ‘G-d’s family’; I am a person who is effetely changed in the world by standing on my beliefs and speaking out. These things are getting accomplished a day at a time.
What seems basic and simple and ordinary, even simplistic is actually a way changes can be made. Sharing conversations, attending to daily needs, developing new skills and interests yet taking time to smell the roses.
I find myself changing from the ‘does’ to being a teacher, friend and companion. I have received much more than I have given. I have been a guardian, companion, caregiver and staff all in resulting to become the student.

Get house in order

Get thy house in order!
I feel inspired to write to you today, it all came on when I was riding around with people the other night and they commented on a bank. I found myself saying out loud: “I now have my funeral paid for and an annuity for my old age.” The response was – and this means what? This reminds me words have many different meanings, and when a lot is left unsaid it bringing on various precepts of what the words spoken meant.
Get thy house in order! Now that can be taken many ways and be rather scary! Back in the 70’s, when Preachers preached straight from the Father’s Word, not worrying about stepping on toes or trying to tickle people’s ears that was the message that rain in my ears. Being a new baby Believer, I was naive in to thinking people meant what they said and said what they meant.
So if the Father wanted us to get our house in order then that is what I must do, I did so what to please Him. I am not one to enjoy house work, so I keep the service clean, He must have meant He could have seen behind the service. So for a year straight I got my house in order, every cupboard, closet, crook and cranny. I now clean as if it was His house, which made it more enjoyable. Feeling He now must be very proud of me for being so obedient.
But the next year we would get the same message – now what did He expect of me? Maybe getting your house in order meant also getting your children on the right path and flying straight. So I plunge myself into accomplishing this task. Not only guiding my children but I took on foster children to guide for I learn that the Father loved children. Surly now I met the requirement of getting my house in order.
But the following year - - - yes your right - - I got the same message. Getting very confused – it would just be much easier if He would send me a telegram to let me know just what it all meant for I was trying so hard to please and after all I was just a youth in the L-rd, and couldn’t ask anyone else to let them know I did not understand and was ignorant. Ok now I got it – all your paper work in order incase something happen to you like the so called rapture. So I started working on this and made out a will, but when it comes to putting money aside – well that was just imposable when you have children to rise and living hand to mouth. So told Him I would do what I could but in the mean time I got to thinking maybe He meant to get your spiritual house in order – now how was I going to accomplish this?
I was told your body was a temple that He dwelled in (some had bigger temples some have smaller ones), so I needed to sweep out the cob webs, clean the rooms and refill them. Now I had learned how to clean but this was not going to be a fun task in any means! What to fill them with???? I have quite an imagination so I started picturing and naming the rooms which help me decided what to put in the room that would please Him.
The biggest room was for my library, and I filled it with as much knowledge of Him I could find, oh how I love this room! We spent hours and hours there together, but once in a while He would guide me to the other rooms to work on, one was a very small room for friends which I did not want to enlarge but would redecorate as needed. He talked to me about a room for forgiveness – I agreed to a drawer that not needed to open.
One closet room was where I keep love – did not need a very big room for this and only I had the key to the bolt lock. The bathroom was were things got flush, one by one. I told Him I would not give up anything – and He responded with “I will not take anything away, for I love you.” But then I found things just flush themselves down as interest changed. How very clever of Him, He works in mysterious ways! I do hold on to one bondage that has been a long childhood friend, we agreed to leave that for the last to go – all in His timing.
Now this spiritual cleaning takes years of work, not only getting it sort of the way you want it but also to maintain it. There just seems to always be work to do – surly this is what was meant in getting your house in order.
But now I am in my “golden years”, and haven’t put and money aside towards my retirement – never thought I would see the day – for surly He would have beam me out long before this. Now death seems more near, and to make it easier on my family I arranged and paid for my funeral perpetrations. Nothing exuberant for my room of friends stayed very tiny indeed, but needed to get through the ordeal for the children’s benefit. But what if I do see retirement? The children do not take care of their elders now a days – nor would we want them too. I needed a back up plan, a little late but as they say better late than never - - so I just finish a annuity plan, small but will see me for a short distance. Surly I have just finish getting my house in order!?
It was driving pass the banks were I had completed the plan that brought this all about and I blunted out: “I now have my funeral paid for and an annuity for my old age.”
I knew what I was saying - an accomplishment started many years ago – finally met the goal! Or had I?
Is my house now in order, Father? I have strived so long to please, to fit in, performing became a way of life. Being different is not always a bad thing! Some times you are set aside for a purpose or for protection. I can tell you one thing – you do not have to strive nor perform for Him because He loves you and created you just the way you are!!
Thank G-d, that He understands you and has the patience to see you through this race of life unto a home He has prepared just for you. “No more tears, no more pain” surly that is what heaven is to me.

Ashera/Groves

As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.
Asherah – was the name of a goddess, but is also used to identify her wooden cult symbol. She is mentioned as groves, poles, or wooden standards that are erected near holy spots usually on high places. The Mishnah mentions Asherim to be living groves, grapevines, pomegranate, walnuts, myrtle, and willows that were worshipped. Most Biblical references to Asherah are speaking of man made objects of worship. We see such warning as Deut. 16:21. Philo declares that Phoenicians consecrated pillars and staves in the name of their idols.
Asherah is sometimes translated groves and seems to have been a carved wooded pillar that was used in connection with a stone massebah. The Asherah represented the presence of the mother goddess and was one of the major irritations of the prophets and religious leaders of the Israelites.
The Asherah were associated with incense stands and high places and the Israelites were commanded to cut them down, burn them. In 2 Kgs. 23:7 the women wove hangings for the Asherah.
Asherah is not mentioned in connection with the patriarchs nor the kings of Israle of the monarchy, but they are seen later, after the kingdom split. Later, Asherah is mention in connection with both the northern and southern kingdoms. Massena introduced Asherah into the Temple in Jerusalem in 2 Kgs. 21:3, and Josiah brought the Asherah out of the Temple and burned it. When the Israelites invades the Canaanite high places and took the spots of their own worship, the also adopted the Asherah and the massebah.

Artemis/Diana

As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.
Artemis = Is often called Diana the Roman name for Artemis as seen in Acts 19:27. Diana is pictured as being covered with breast from her shoulders to her feet. In other illustrations she is covered with breasts to the bottom of her abdomen, while her legs are covered with heads of animals. Diana was supposed to be the mother and nourisher of all creation. Some scholars have identified her with Semiramus, the wife of Nimrod and the Queen of Babylon from whom all licentiousness in ancient worship proceeded.
She was given the title Lady of wild things and she was often pictured as a virgin huntress, armed with bow and arrows. She was also known as a city goddess because of her popularity with the women in relation to childbirth. . Diana Artemis was a healer who tended the sick with medicinal herbs from her temple garden. As mistress of animals a synonym for Artemis was Potnia Theron.
At Ephesus there was a large cult of Artemis as a fertility goddess and the temple was considered one of the Seven Wonders of the Word. In this temple there was an object, possibly a meteoric stone that was associated with Artemis in Acts 19:35. The Biblical text mentions the worship of Diana and the image which fell from Jupiter. In ancient times several things supposedly fell from Heaven including the image of Diana at Tauri, and sacred shields as reported by Numa.
Amazons, the warrior maids of Asia Minor, are said to have founded the cult of Ephesian Artemis. The girl who served there dressed in short skirts with one breast bare as was the Amazon huntress fashion.
The shrine of Diana of Ephesus became a major tourist attraction and economic asset to the city. With this information we can easily see why the silversmiths were angry with Paul preaching against making idols. The silversmiths made little models of the temple for tourists and pilgrims in Acts 19.
There was a symbolic representation of human sacrifice in the worship of Artemis occasionally when a man’s throat was scratched with a sword and a drop of blood was obtained for the ritual.
In early Christian times some of her traditions were carried over to the Virgin Mary. Artemis was also pictured with wings, standing between wild animals wearing boots, a pointed cap, and carrying a torch. The cult statues at the temple in Ephesus were carried in procession by a congregation up to 30,000 each year on May 25th.

Astarte/Ishtar

As strange as it may seem, Believers are usually afraid to study this subject, leaving themselves ill-equipped to understand more than 250 verses in the Biblical Text and approximately 4o different gods and goddesses.
1 Sam. 31:10 – Ashtaroth or Ashtoreth = Ashtoroth is the plural and Ashtoreth is the singular form of the name of the Canaanite principal female deity. Ashtoreth was given to the moon in which this deity was supposed to be embodied. The idol was a female with a crescent moon on her brown. This idol was set up in the temples and worshipped in many forms of sexual perversions and immorality. Ashtoreth is also commonly known as Astarte a consort or partner to Baal. Astarte among other things was viewed as an idol of war.
Jer. 7:18; 44:17-18 some scholars believe Astarte may be the Queen of Heaven in Jerusalem. She is referred to as a mystery of Heaven in a number of Egyptian texts.
Ashtoreth or Astarte is the Phoenician (Philistine) and Canaanite name of the fertility goddess of the Babylonians named Ishtar. Astarte was originally the deification of the earth, but in the course of time she became an idol associated with the moon and was represented with horns. The named of the goddess appears as a city in Transjordan named Ashteroth-karnaim meaning the Astarte of the horns in Gen. 14:5. The location is the present day Tell Asherta, about two miles south of Shech Saad and according to Talmudic sources is the land of Uz which is the home of Job. This was the home town of Og, king of Bashan in Josh. 12:4. It was later allotted to the half tribe of Manasseh and settled by the house of Machir. The town continued to be a cultic center until it was overthrown by the Maccabees under Judas in 165 B.C. in 1 Macc. 5:44.
The term Ashtaroth is actually more of a title such as my lady or my goddess instead of a specific name. One of the reasons given for Israel’s defeat at the hands of the Philistines was apostatizing after the Canaanite cult of Ashtaroth.
Just as Baal was the male innovator that caused things to happen, Astarte was the female factor of fertility and growth.
Ashtoreth is also seen in connection with the productivity of sheep in Gen. 31:38; 32:14; and Ps. 78:71, and was thought to have been envisioned an ewe.
The known period of worship of Ashtoreth and Astarte was approximately 1500 B.E. until 200 B.C. She was known as the evening start, the goddess of sexual love and war. Her animal was the sphinx, which typically appears on either side of her throne. The sphinx, a Egyptian mythological creature with the lion’s body and man’s head represented the idol of the morning. Astarte is typically a naked statue, and in the Egyptian style, wears a crown of cow’s horns enclosing a disk. Solomon is said to have built a high place to honor Ashtoreth in Jerusalem to please some of his pagan wives in 2 Kgs. 23:13.

It came to pass!

Father, as I am sitting at a bandstand in Clear Lake Iowa, I finally have taken the time to lesson to you. My apologies for taking so long for I have felt Your calling for three weeks.
“It came to pass as I had promised you! You have finally surrendered the last of your burdens to Me. Laying all your cares at My feet has released Me to finish your healing and give you peace with in.
I have brought you back to were it all began so that you could leave it all behind and move forward in your destiny. You have walked the long, rough road and I am so proud that you stayed on the path and never gave up. You have become an over comer! Victory is now yours!
I promised I would never leave your or forsake you and I was with you through it all. But now we will walk together in perfect harmony. There may be a few pit falls ahead but we will face them together for it come to PASS not comes to stay.
All trials and tribulations are for your refining. Learn from each one then let it pass, do not hold on to what is pass for we have many good things to look forward to.
I am sending you out to the broken-hearted. If you had not been there you would not have understood their pain, what was meant for evil I can turn for good. You will use your life experiences for the glory of My kingdom.
I see you gazing out over the lake, notice the waves are moving, they do not stay in one spot. Liken on to My people, who are to be always moving forward.
You are noticing how friendly the people are now. The veil has been removed from your eyes and you will now see through My eyes. You will now not have the fear of man and will see Me in them.
My Daughter, I am so pleased with your progress – this trip was a fearful one for you – a big leap of faith and you came through with flying colors. Well done good and faithful servant.”

Getaway satan

Get away satan – get away! You can’t hold me no more. People use to say you had me by the tail and was swing me around hard – but no more.
My latter days are to be better than to former as I walk with my L-rd. The former days were built on sinking sand well the latter days are built on the solid Rock for which I stand.
So get away satan, get far away! I will not lesson to you anymore! I’ve got a guardian angel watching over me and I am rich in the faith of my L-rd. The road I now travel is the straight and narrow not the winding paths you had taken me on.
The death wish that you placed on me has been canceled for I will live to be a ripe ole age just to glorify my Father.
My voice is now used to teach G-d’s word and proclaim His oracles. I was created in His image to serve in His kingdom and forward I must go.
You said I was of low class human for being born a woman, but I tell you the doors you have closed He will open. For G-d uses every vessel for His kingdom, He can even speak out of the mouth of an ass, so He can surely use me too.
So get away satan, your time is running short and soon you will be bound in your own chains and placed in the shekels you have put on the Creator’s children. The tide has turned and you are going down, it is true what you reap you will sew. The clock is ticking and you must go!

Getting Older

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know. Old Age, I decided, is a gift.I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging parts. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my life, my family for less gray
hair or a flatter belly.
As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself.
I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom and wisdom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or study on the computer eight hours a day or sit endlessly by the lake?I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 50&60's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost friend .. I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful struggles be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S STRAIGHT FROM THE HEART ! MAY YOU ALWAYS HAVE A RAINBOW OF SMILES ON YOUR FACE AND IN YOUR HEART FOREVER AND EVER!

Macintosh Woods

As I stood on the banks with a heart so heavy, jus watching ships roll by. I remembered being bite by a turtle well swimming in the water and unspeakable things along the wooded paths.
“Dear L-rd, have mercy on me” I cried. “Please don’t leave me down here carrying these old burdens any longer. You can take all the pain from me.”
As I stood on the banks of the glories sun setting, I could feel my heart getting lighter as the waves went rushing by. I have gotten my ticket to Glory Land, freedom from excess baggage that was carries oh so long. I cross the bridge of troubled waters with a new leap in my heart. A new song in my heart as my soul sours higher and higher. I was trapped – bound by chains but now I am being set free!
There was no shelter for me before, no hopes nor dreams. But the Master controls the raging sea and spoke “Peace be still” as the storms of life were toss into the sea. Peace, peace, wonderful peace; whenever our Savior says there will be peace all elements of life must obey.
So pick up your hearts oh brokenhearted for all earth will join in your praise! Your deliverance has come by the power of the Son. We are in the army of the L-rd, washed in His blood as we have been restored. All prisoners are to be set free!! Nothing can stop this mighty moving of force.

Sometimes

Abba, sometimes I need to just dwell in Your presents!
Sometimes I find the peace that passes all understanding is when I rest totally in You.
Sometimes I go through trials and tribulation, all for my purification, but if I step in Your foot prints I will make it through.
Sometimes during my worshiping of You, I seem to loose myself and I get my priorities back in order.
Sometimes I hear that tiny voice and confusion flees.
Sometimes when I see through Your eyes all the judgmental criticisms disappear.
Sometimes I smell Your fragrance and all that is foul leaves my nostrils.
Sometimes my mouth is to remain shut and sometimes I am to speak out.
I ask You to set a coal to refine my tongue that I may speak blessings and not coursings.
Sometimes my mind may wonder but I recall Your saying to renew it daily in the Word.
Thank you for rerouting my thoughts.
Sometimes my eyes leak during song service for I the words go deep into my soul.
Sometimes I am to weary to carry on but then You gather me up in Your loving arms and hold me close to Your bosom.
Sometimes we study the dark sayings for hours at a time – it has developed a close intimacy with each other.
Sometimes we go sit by the lake and lesson to the sounds of Your creation.
What a privilege to spend my ‘sometimes’ with my heavenly Father!

Hang it on the Cross

If you have a secret sorrow, a burden or a loss.
An aching need for inner healing....
Hang it on the Cross.
If worry steals your sleep and makes you turn and toss.
If your heart is feeling heavy....
Hang it on the Cross.
Every obstacle to faith or doubt you come across
Every prayer unansered....
Hang it on the Cross.
For Y'Shua has borne our brokenness and dearly paid the cost
To turn our trials to triump...
As He hung on the Cross.

Reminiscing

Of days of old.
[Job 6:13] Is not my help in me? and is wisdom driven quite from me?
My help is all in myself; for I was abandoned to myself, and, alas! That is perfect weakness: and my subsistence, all that is real, stable, and permanent, came from the Father. Have I not the use of my reason, with which, I thank G-d, I can help myself, for with G-d all things are possible.
Do you think wisdom is driven quite from me, and that I am gone distracted? No, I am not mad, most noble friends, but speak the words of truth and soberness. The good thing about your past is you can leave it behind and move forward. This is want I am symbolically attempting to finally do. It has been 55 years since I was seven years old, when I first encountered hardships that seemed to be a way of life for me. Five is the number of grace so now I will have double grace and I traveled 669.38 miles, taking eleven hours to get to my destiny. Engaging to replace the worse times of my youth with new memories and returning with the peace that passes all understanding. This is a scary adventure for I must open closed doors and walk through, towards the Light. Strength and maturity is now on my side and as I press forward were hope and dreams can be restored.
The first place I went to is in the facility of the apartment we had lived in at the age of 4. The building was gone but the fire hydrant was still there. At this place I was constantly lock into a small clothes closet for hours on end by a babysitter. I must have been an unruly child and it was easier for her to keep me pin down. There was a window that was attached to the floor so I would sit and look out, seeing only the fire hydrant in the street light. It was a place of contact and staring at it too long it seemed to move around, and the clothes became scary also, I did not cry for I did not want anyone to know they hurt me or that I was a sissy. I dropped off my fear of closed in places and remembered the court house across the street that I use to play in its yard.
Driving to the little green house that we had moved to when I had turn five. This was a happy place for me for awhile. Here I remembered little gargoyles coming out of the closet poking me with long needles. Of course I did not learn what they were until I became an adult and had seen a picture of them. The babysitter freaked out and my mother said I had quite an imagination, but I say it happened to this day.
Our birth father came to visit, my sisters welcomed him with open arms but I hid behind my mother’s skirt. No stranger could get close to me for I had already built a wall around.
I walked to the top of the hill were I could see (in my minds eye), the man walking up the road carrying a baseball bat. He would become my step-father and would use that club in the future to beat me. I drop of the demons of the night and shook off the dust from the feet. The good memory was I had a little boyfriend at that time and my first kiss.
Mother married and we moved to a house by the railroad tracks by the time I was seven. That is when I gave up on life and a death wish was developed that stayed with me. My step father was a very abusive man in all the ways possible, life was hell on earth. I was the primary target for I had a smart mouth and did not conform very well. After a beating with blood running, I would turn around and say “is that the best you can do?” Not a smart thing to say, but pain was the name of the game and no one could hurt me if I did not allow it. I stop crying completely, all emotions were to be held at check. Tears my run from my eyes but no sound would come out. I had trained myself so well that I don’t know how to cry anymore. G-d opened the valve when I turn forty and forgot to close it again, but the emotions stay inside. Too many unpleasant things happened in my seventh year – I panic when I see a seven year old, if they can live through the seventh year they will make it. I had no friends ever, for I could not take any home if I had any. I became a loner and never seemed to out grow it. Mother said not to air out your laundry, and with my big mouth to stay silent meant to stay away from people.
It is at seven I started smoking, stealing the step-fathers cigarettes thinking I was getting even with him (well - I was a child). When caught he insulted me saying I did not know how to inhale and it took me a week of puking up my guts but I learned. It became my relieve in stress, the only thing I could count on for it was everyman for them self. Adults would say I had old hollow eyes, as if no one was at home; but I was in there, they just couldn’t see me. Children were to be seen not heard back then.
At this place I drop off a large suitcase of baggage that I was tired of dragging around. I took with me the fun times of playing on the railroad tracks; I collected rocks, sticks, bugs, and even made me a tee-pee to hide in. Another good place was the corn cob pile by the tracks that I would climb and slide down on a piece of cardboard, until Mother found out and had them remove for the pile for it was to dangerous.
We moved to an apartment over a store at the age of 9. It had a long open staircase to enter from the alley. I played in the ally chasing mice into a wood pile until I step on a nail that went right through my foot. The pile was removed also. Then I gathered up pop bottles and took them to the front of the store to cash in for a penny a bottle that was back then when you could buy penny candy. As I said I wasn’t too bright of a child for it was the store that my Mother worked at and my candy supply got stopped.
One more final move in this town was down the alley next to a harness shop, with a yard to play in, now I was 10. Nothing has changed since I was seven, but then I did not know there was any different way to live. We had a belt hanging on the wall (like a picture) it was used for beatings, once it miserably disappeared. Now we have four children in the family but my name was called out. It was replaced with a thicker, longer one and I got the use of it right away. You know beatings are not so bad, you get use to it, blood runs free. I learned it was easer to take it than to watch another get whipped. So I started volunteering to take their places, I was tough and have a high tolerance to pain. He didn’t care as long as he got out his frustration and I still was not broken so it was a contest between us.
Many more things happen well living here, at the age of thirteen he disappeared for awhile. With a break in the system I got stronger and made up my mind that enough was enough. When he returns I will take charge and one of us was going down. We moved out of state before I would set eyes on him again.
One thing about victims, they seem to wear a sign on their foreheads that say: ‘I am an easy target’ for they come out of the woodwork. I was taught to do as told, ask no questions, and just go with the moment. Do we carry their demons on us? Or do we develop our own? What affects your childhood will affect your adult hood if one does not deal with the issues.
Here I drop the death wish, I couldn’t find anything good to take with me. Returning to the hotel I showered and scrubbed myself clean. Tomorrow will be a fun day for I am going to a wooded park to walk the trails, sit by a lake and lesson to that small tiny voice of hope and happiness.
The place was not the same as I remembered, life goes on, and changes were made, it only existed in my mind; to be renewed to the present time, relaxing and enjoying the scenery. Doors were open and doors were close, pieces of the puzzle came together. Going home with less baggage and free from old demons, now what I make of life will be my choice as I keep in step with my true Father. Maybe even I will make a friend or two, possibly becoming a nice person – well we will see were the trail leads.
Those who have grace in them, who have the evidence of it and have it in exercise, have wisdom in them, which will be their help in the worst of times. The fear of G-d, which is wisdom, true grace in the heart, which, when once implanted, can never be driven out.

Pearl of great price

Matt. 13:45-46
It is a hidden treasure comparing the kingdom of heaven to small things, because its beginning was small it as of great value in itself, and of great advantage to those who embrace it, and are willing to come up to its terms.
1. Y’Shua HaMashiach is the true treasure; in Him there is an abundance of all that which is rich and useful, and will be a portion for us. All fullness (Col. 1:19; Jn. 1:16): treasures of wisdom and knowledge (Col. 2:3), of righteousness, grace, and peace; these are laid up for us in the Messiah; and, if we have an interest in Him, it is all our own.
2. The gospel is the field in which this treasure is hid: it is hid in the word of the gospel, both the Old-Testament and the New-Testament gospel. In gospel ordinances it is hid as the milk in the breast, the marrow in the bone, the manna in the dew, the water in the well (Isa. 12:3), and the honey in the honey-comb. It is hid, not in a garden enclosed, or a spring shut up, but in a field, an open field; whoever will, let him come, and search the Scriptures; let him dig in this field (Prov. 2:4); and whatever royal mines we find, they are all our own, if we take the right course.
3. It is a great thing to discover the treasure hid in this field, and the unspeakable value of it. Those who discern this treasure in the field, and value it aright, hides it, which denotes a holy jealousy, lest we come short (Heb. 4:1), looking diligently (Heb. 12:15), lest satan come between us and it.
4. Their hearts may rejoice, who are yet but seeking the L-rd, Ps. 105:3. He resolves to buy this field: they who embrace gospel offers, upon gospel terms, they who would have saving benefit by the Messiah, must be willing to part with all, that they may make it sure to themselves; must count every thing but loss, that they may win Y’Shua, and be found in Him.
5. That of the pearl of price, which is of the treasure. The dream is thus doubled, for the thing is certain. This parable may be understood of Y’Shua’s seeking, finding, and purchasing His elect. He has sought after them; which implies, that they were lost and going astray. Expresses His great love to them, value for them, and desire after them. He finds them in redemption, and in capable calling; and that they are to Him a pearl of great price; as very precious to G-d, so highly esteemed of by the Messiah, as His portion, His inheritance, and His jewels. He has also parted with all He had for the sake of these persons; He became poor, emptied Himself of everything, even gave Himself a ransom for them, and so made a purchase of them, with the price of His own blood.
6. All the children of men are busy, seeking goodly pearls: one would be rich, another would be honorable, another would be learned; but the most are imposed upon, and take up with counterfeits for pearls.
7. Y’Shua HaMashiach is a Pearl of great price, a jewel of inestimable value, which will make those who have it rich, truly rich, rich toward G-d; in having Him, we have enough to make us happy here and for ever.
8. A true Believer is a spiritual merchant, that seeks and finds this Pearl of price; that does not take up with any thing short of an interest in the Messiah, and, as one that is resolved to be spiritually rich, trades high: He went and bought that pearl; did not only bid for it, but purchased it. What will it avail us to know Y’Shua, if we do not know Him as ours, made to us wisdom? 1 Co. 1:30.
9. Whatever stands in opposition to Y’Shua, or in competition with Him for our love and service, we must cheerfully quit it, though ever so dear to us. A man may buy gold too dear, but not this pearl of price.
10. The pearl of great price what is of an unspeakable brightness and glory, of intrinsic worth and value, is enriching to those that possess Him, and precious to them that believe; and of such a price, that no valuable consideration can be given for Him. Believers who are seeking after knowledge in every branch of it, natural, moral, seeking to become goodly pearls for the glory of His kingdom.
11. Seek after wisdom and knowledge in the use of proper means, under divine direction, find in the Scriptures and through the ministry of the word, and by prayer and study the truths. Respecting Y’Shua, His person, office, grace and righteousness, transcend a pearl of the highest price; for their brightness, clearness, and perspicuity; for their ornament and glory; for their firmness and solidity; for their virtue and value.
12. To them that know the worth of goodly pearls; and such will buy, but not sell them; reckon all things but loss and dung, in comparison of them; and will contend for them, and stand fast in them.
Are you seeking the Pearl of Great price or accepting counterfeits?
Are you working to become a goodly pearl to be counted as His inheritance?

Mirror of my mind

Song from the 1998 speaks my feelings (modified):
Through the mirror of my mind time after time
I see reflection of you and me.
Reflections of the way life used to be
Reflections of the love took from me
Oh, I'm all alone now. No love to shield me
Trapped in a world that's distorted reality
Happines took from me and left me alone
With only memories.
Through the mirror of my mind
Through these tears that I'm crying
reflects a hurt I can't control
'Cause although you'r gone
I keep holding on to the happy times
Oh, when you were mine
As I peer through the window of lost time
Looking over my yesterdays
And all the love I gave away
All the love that I've wasted
All the tears that I've tasted
Through the hollow of my tears I see a dream that's lost
From the hurt that was caused
Everywhere I turn seems like everything I see
Reflects the love that used to be
After all the night I sit alone and weep
Just a handful of promises are left in loving you
Reflections of the way life used to be
Reflections of the love took from me
In You I put all my faith and trust
Right before my eyes my world has turned to dust

Things we keep

My 81 year old mother is moving to Iowa in the summer of 2008, back to her roots. Her best friends will lived barely a wave away, and relatives well be close by. It is the time for fixing things: a curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, and the hem in a dress. Things she wants to keep.
It is the way of life, people come and go, and sometimes it made me crazy. With all that re-fixing, re-heating leftovers, renewing; I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.
But with my mother moving, and I was standing in that clear morning light in the warmth of her apartment, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. It is an end of the area and a beginning of the unknown.
My sister also going to be moving to Iowa to a different location, I already feel the loss for there is comfort in one being closer, a stone away, to pop in just to see their face. They are both very excited to start their new journey and I am happy for them, but very sad for me. Well I feel banded and left behind I realized life goes on and I need to find my own path to tread.
Sometimes we don’t value what we already have until it is gone.
Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return.
So... While we have it, it's best we love it... And care for it... And fix it when it's broken... And heal it when it's sick.
This is true: For marriage... And old cars... And children... Dogs and cats ... And aging parents... And grandchildren…And loved siblings. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.
Some things we keep, like a best friend that well hear your hearts cry.
There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special... And so, we keep them close! These are keepers in your life.
Good 'keepers' are like stars... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there in your heart!

Feeding wild birds

To the responsible person, the decision to feed wild birds is not a casual one. Additionally, several times each week the food needs to be replenished, which over several months and years amounts to a substantial investment of time. Such a commitment carries with it the expectation of attracting a handsome, interesting variety of birds.
Hanging, tube-type feeders attract American goldfinches, chickadees, and a variety of other species. Tube feeders permit goldfinches to avoid competition with blue jays and grackles which take over platform feeders. Tube feeders will also attract pine siskins and red polls when they are in the area.
Always have water, & fill it daily. You can use large narrow saucers found in garden supplies, but it can't be deep. When cleaning is necessary for it gets slimy, use white vinegar with H20. Bring the saucer inside and soak for awhile, for you don't want them drinking vinegar.
Put a tray of black sunflower out & add allot of safflower. Cardinals, Grosbeaks, chickadees, Blue jays, (not nice birds but pretty to look at) and other songbirds like sunflower. Doves love safflower also, they are very peaceful birds.
Safflower: This little white seed can be the answer to some bird-feeding problems. It has a bitter taste that helps discourage unwanted visitors, both feathered & furred.
A finch feeder holds thistle seed.
Woodpeckers, nuthatches use a nut feeder. Woodpeckers are especially fond of peanut butter suet.
Orioles: Cut orange in 1/2. Place on a tray style feeder (has a roof over it).
Set out grape JELLY. Put into sturdy bowl (about 1 inch thick). Welch's jelly is preferred. Look at the ingredient’s in Welch's vs generic & other's. BIG DIFFERENCE. It cost a little more than others do, but it's worth it when you consider that the price paid for it is a small price for the well-being of the Orioles.
Purple finches (really reddish) also love the grape jelly.
Hummers: Never use red food coloring or honey. It's toxic. To keep ants at bay, apply Vicks vapor rub around the hole with a Q-tip. Don't get it into hole.
Facts: Hummers can reach speeds of 60 MI per hour. They consume half its weight in nectar each day. Can fly forward, backward, shift sideways & stop in midair they are the world's smallest bird. Locate their food by sight. They take a long journey, so feed them well.
American goldfinch hulled sunflower seeds, niger seeds, and oil-type sunflower seeds.
Blue Jay peanut kernels, black-stripe, gray-stripe, and oil-type sunflower seeds.
Brown-headed cowbird white proso, red proso, German millet, and canary seed.
Cardinal sunflower seeds of all types.
Chickadees oil-type and black-striped sunflower seeds, peanut kernels.
Dark-eyed junco red proso, white proso millet, canary seed, and fine-cracked corn.
Common grackle hulled sunflower seeds and cracked corn.
Evening grosbeak sunflower seeds and cracked corn.
House finch In Maryland, oil-type and black-striped sunflower seeds, sunflower kernels and pieces, and niger. In California, white prove millet and flax also readily taken.
House sparrow white proso millet, canary seed, and German ("golden") millet.
Mourning dove oil-type sunflower seeds, white prove millet, niger, and German ("golden") millet.
Purple finch sunflower seeds and kernels.
Starling peanut hearts and hulled oats.
Song sparrow white and red prove millet.
Tufted titmouse peanut kernels, black-striped and oil-type sunflower seeds.
White-crowned sparrow oil-type sunflower seed, sunflower kernels and pieces, white and red prove millet, peanut kernels and hearts, niger seed.
White-throated sparrow oil and black-striped sunflower seeds, sunflower kernels and pieces, white and red prove millet, and peanut kernels.
Homemade recipes:
Put the suet into a pan and turn on low heat (overheated fat can catch fire). If possible use an electric skillet. If you are using your stovetop it is best to use an oversized pan.After the suet melts, pour it through fine cheesecloth into a heatproof container. Then discard the pieces that did not melt. Allow the melted suet to re-harden, either in the fridge or on the counter top. The suet needs to be melted and hardened 2 –3 times before it is ready to use. If you don’t do this, the suet will not cake properly.
Sweet Cherry Treat: 2 cups of rendered suet, 1 1/2 cups of chunky peanut butter, 1 cup of dried cherries, 1 cup of sunflower seed hearts, 1 cup of crushed graham crackers, 1 1/2 cups of oatmeal.
In a large bowl, add the chunky peanut butter to the rendered suet while it is still warm. Once the peanut butter is melted, add the cherries and the sunflower seed hearts. Then stir in the crushed graham crackers and oatmeal. After all of the ingredients are thoroughly mixed, put the mixture into molds or on a cookie sheet to cool.
Berries Berries Berries: 3 cups of rendered suet, 1 1/2 cups of chunky peanut butter, 1 cup of mixed, dried berries. Strawberries, blueberries, cherries and cranberries. 1 cup of sunflower seed hearts. 1 cup of oatmeal, 1/2 cup of corn muffin mix.
In a large bowl, add the chunky peanut butter to the rendered suet while it is still warm. Once the peanut butter is melted, add the dried berries and the sunflower seed hearts. Then stir in the oatmeal and corn muffin mix. After all of the ingredients are thoroughly mixed, put the mixture into molds or on a cookie sheet to cool.
Oriole: 1 part sugar/6 parts water.Bring the water to a boil and then add the sugar. Boil until the sugar has dissolved. 1 part sugar to 6 parts water means that if you boil 2 cups of water you will need 1/3 cup of sugar.Let the mix cool before filling your feeder. Store any excess food in your refrigerator until ready to use. There is no need to add food coloring.
Hummingbird: 1 part sugar, 4 parts water. First, bring the water to a boil and then slowly add the sugar. Let it boil for a few minutes, and then remove from the burner to cool. Store any excess nectar in the refrigerator.
Wild Bird Shish kabob: Ingredients: apples, oranges, pears, grapes, prunes, dried fruit, berries, summer squash or any other fresh fruits that you have around your kitchen or garden.Slice the larger items into manageable sizes and poke a hole in the center of each piece. Then tie a large knot in one end of a 3 to 4 foot piece of twine. Run the twine through your fruits and vegetables. Then simply hang your stringed treats over a tree branch and watch as your feathered friends feast on your new offering.
Peanut Butter Cakes: Wild Birds love peanut butter and suet. This recipe combines both. 1 cup of rendered suet, cup of chunky peanut butter, 6 cups of cornmeal, 1 muffin tin with paper liners. Put the suet into a pan and turn on low heat (overheated fat can catch fire). If possible use an electric skillet. If you are using your stovetop it is best to use an oversized pan.After the suet melts, pour it through fine cheesecloth into a heatproof container. Then discard the pieces that did not melt. Allow the melted suet to re-harden, either in the fridge or on the counter top. The suet needs to be melted and hardened 2 to 3 times before it is ready to use. If you do not do this, the suet will not cake properly.While the suet is still warm, add the chunky peanut butter and stir until melted. Then stir in the cornmeal.Spoon the mixture into the paper-lined muffin tins. Allow them to cool at room temperature or place them in the refrigerator. They can even be frozen until needed.You can add any combination of sunflower seeds, raisins, chopped fruit or nuts to spice up your mixture of homemade wild bird food.
I hope you enjoyed these homemade wild bird food recipes.

Death Wish

[Job 6:11] What is my strength, that I should hope? and what is mine end, that I should prolong my life?
[What is my strength - I can never suppose that my strength will be restored; and, were that possible, have I any comfortable prospect of a happy termination of my life? Had I any prospect of future happiness, I might well bear my present ills; but the state of my body and the state of my circumstances preclude all hope.
What strength have I, so as to warrant the hope of restoration to health?
What is death to me? It is not terrible, but comfortable.
That - As desirous of death as Job was, yet he never offered to put an end to his own life. Such a thought will never be entertained by any that have the least regard to the Law of G-d and nature. How uneasy so ever the soul's confinement in the body may be, it must by no means break the prison, but wait for a fair discharge.
I should hope? You see how I am weakened and brought low, how unable I am to grapple with my distempers, and therefore what reason have I to hope that I should out-live them, and see better days? Is my strength the strength of stones? Are my muscles brass and my sinews steel? No, they are not, and therefore I cannot hold out always in this pain and misery, but sink under the load.
What is mine end? - The weakening of my strength in the way will certainly be the shortening of my days, Ps. 102:23. What is our strength? It is depending strength. We have no more strength than G-d gives us; for in Him we live and move. It is decaying strength; we are daily spending the stock, and by degrees it will be exhausted. It is disproportionable to the encounters we may meet with; what is our strength to be depended upon, when two or three days' sickness will make us weak as water?
What end can be answered by living, or desiring a long life?
I should prolong my life? All things considered, we have no reason to reckon upon the long continuance of life in this world. Instead of expecting a long life, we have reason to wonder that we have lived up till then and to feel that we are hastening off quickly.That he had no reason to desire any such thing: What comfort can I promise myself in life, comparable to the comfort I promise myself in death? Those who, through grace, are ready for another world cannot see much to invite their stay in this world, or to make them fond of it. That, if it be G-d's will, we may do him more service and may get to be fitter and riper for heaven, is an end for which we may wish the prolonging of life, in subservience to our chief end; but, otherwise, what can we propose to ourselves in desiring to tarry here? The longer life is the more grievous will its burdens be (Ecc. 12:1), and the longer life is the less pleasant will be its delights, 2 Sam. 19:34, 35. We have already seen the best of this world, but we are not sure that we have seen the worst of it.]

Lack of Discernment

I have lived in this town for six years now and been looking for a church home, one that I personally would fit into (my son fits into any being a male). One day I met a lady in a fast food place and started talking to her, which is unusual for me for I am usually more reserved. She told me about the church she attended and I promised to visit.
I always keep my promises and very please to find the place full of extremely friendly people. Men and women came up to shake hands! The worship was great! Preaching was great! G-d’s presence was there! Yes, there was a good feeling and I got excited thinking I had found a place to fit in and used for the glory of the Kingdom.
Now in this fellowship the women all wear long dresses and have long hair, I of course show up in pants, which must made them think I was not saved. I had five different ladies ask me if I wanted to go up for prayer (salvation). Three different ladies wanted me to get the baptism of the Holy Spirit, and when I stated I already had, they wanted me to go forward to receive a fresh anointing.
I tend to cry when in G-d’s presents so several of them gathered around and prayed for me as if I was repenting of sin (according to their prayers).
All in all I was willing to over look their lack of discernment. I wanted to fit in and probably became too excited about it, lacking discernment on my part. I am blunt in my speech, say it like it is, which turned off people from getting to know me, I guess. I was told by one lady to “go slowly”. Another lady told me to “not talk and lesson more.” This was all meant as helpful advice. Bottom line is don’t be yourself and people may like you. Quite and meek I am not. But I am kind, helpful and thoughtful – if you look pass the outer shell.
One day in coming home my son and I notice a plate of cookies that were address to him from thoughtful members of the body. He was thrilled and eat them all himself. I thought that maybe they had men do for men and women for women, like in their praying. But I did not receive any thing, so maybe it was just individuals and not a church outreach.
A week later he got a real nice card in the mail from another couple welcoming him to the body. Hmm, think they like men better? Was I not a part after all? I mean there are only two people in my house – maybe I am over reacting?
I lined up people to come see a church that loved G-d, one lady went along with me and she is hard of hearing so we moved closer to the front. Now I had been sitting in the back, but had sat in the two back pews and was asked to move because it was reserved for mothers with small children. Good for the mothers but the children could not see anything.
I had noticed the first three pews on either side were empty when the youth was dismissed for Sunday school, and it put a distance between the Pastor and congregation when preaching. But this time we went forward and sat in the second pew from the left , the pew was empty, we were ask to move for that was reserved for the youth. We moved over to the right second pew, and were asked to move again. Ended up in the front pew, and found out it was for the deaf on one side and Pastors wife and children on the other.
Now this is embarrassing after I had build up the church to my friend. There were seats open off to the side in what they call the ‘overflow’. Now I got it down pat that the first three rows on the left and right and the last rows on the left and right in the back are reserved = eight rows all together. I did mention to the secretary that they should be posted with a sign for how are visitors to know what is allowed. She was very polite and said she would see to it.
I do not like people to always lay hands on me when praying for 1 Tim. 5:22 Lay hands suddenly on no man… That does not mean you can never do so, but if the Spirit is working with you, let Him do so. One should always pray first and follow the leading of what G-d says to do. I pray for people and stretch out my hand but never touch them, unless I am release to do so. The intentions are good, but you don’t want to be picking up any residue, or giving any away that may be on you. {Hope that wasn’t too deep to understand.}
Not many come over to shake my friend’s hand, or gather around to pray for her when we went out for prayer. I found this strange; maybe they think she had my convictions? If I am quite, as told, and not asking these questions - I can only go on assumption. So I am venting here to shake it off.
Now I have to admit if a purple head, with a spike hairdo or Mohawk, tattoos all over the body came in I would be judgmental and think they were not ‘saved, filled, sanctified”. Not saying I look like that, but we all have a preconception of what Believers are to look like, act like, speak like. We are all wrong, just because people don’t shape up like we think, don’t dress like us, walk or talk like us does not mean G-d doesn’t love them and has already dealt with them. In these last days it is predicted that G-d is going to bring in a lot of strange people, different music, and yes, He has a plan and purpose for them in reaching the lost.
We all seem to lack discernment! We need to get out of the box and move forward with the leading of the Spirit. How can you have an outreach if you don’t except strangers with different habits or ideas? Better to close the door and have members only.
What I have learned in all this is like your ‘first love’ you get excited and can not jump in and say: “Hi I’m here, what can I do to help? What group do you have to join?” You just come on to strong and they are not ready for you.
It is a shame for my excitement got put out – I need to learn how to be less aggressive in my old age and pretend to be someone else. Until then I will visit off and on, and keep my mouth shut, smile and nod my head. I realize people have to slowly get to know you, before you can be yourself; to see if you have any gifting or a calling.
Looking through my closet I had found three long skirts from times pass. Was going to wear them thinking if I looked more like them I would be accepted faster, and not viewed as a heathen. But was wondering if Y'Shua showed up in His normal wear - would He had been received?
Basicly they are G-d fearing people but it takes only a few to discourage one person. How easly we get offended. Unfortunately I am too old to sit around for ten or twenty years to be found useful. Not fitting in can be called rejection, but then I do fit in to His plan and purpose and that’s the important thing. I could also travel seventy miles back to were people seen me gifted and highly favored. One’s rejection is another’s blessing, it is all in how we view things.