Tonight the low is suppose to be -20 and tomorrow is even colder with a HIGH of -10 and a low of -25. That does not take into account the wind chill factor. So it is getting very cold out there.
The dogs are in the house. Well, in AND out of the house. Beamer keeps wanting to go out, so I let them out so he doesn't have an "occurrence" in the house. Now we have cooled the house down way too much, so he is just going to have to WAIT until it warms up a little. The high today is suppose to be 4, so I figure about 10 or 11 I will send them out and they can spend the day outside. With a little more straw in their dog house, they should be fine, and then he can go all day if he wants to.
Sunday's paper came out with articles of people all thumbing their noses at the Word of God. First, an LA Diocese elected a lesbian as its assistant bishop. She still needs the approval of a majority of dioceses within that church to actually get the appointment.
Then, there is a man in Sacramento who wants to ban divorce. Malachi 2:16
indeed tells us, “For the LORD God of Israel says That He hates divorce, For it covers one’s garment with violence,” Says the LORD of hosts. “Therefore take heed to your spirit, That you do not deal treacherously.”
Deuteronomy 24 gives one of the instructions from God for divorce 1 “When a man takes a wife and marries her, and it happens that she finds no favor in his eyes because he has found some uncleanness in her, and he writes her a certificate of divorce, puts it in her hand, and sends her out of his house, 2 when she has departed from his house, and goes and becomes another man’s wife, 3 if the latter husband detests her and writes her a certificate of divorce, puts it in her hand, and sends her out of his house, or if the latter husband dies who took her as his wife, 4 then her former husband who divorced her must not take her back to be his wife after she has been defiled; for that is an abomination before the LORD, and you shall not bring sin on the land which the LORD your God is giving you as an inheritance."
If we go on in Deuteronomy 24:5 we find a very special law for newly weds, “When a man has taken a new wife, he shall not go out to war or be charged with any business; he shall be free at home one year, and bring happiness to his wife whom he has taken." Perhaps there will be less divorce if we bring about ALL of God's laws.
Jesus said of divorce, "Matthew 19:9 And I say to you, whoever divorces his wife, except for sexual immorality, and marries another, commits adultery; and whoever marries her who is divorced commits adultery.” The Lord, our God, takes marriage very seriously and our vows very seriously. Divorce is talked about a number of times in the Bible.
God, although hating it, did permit divorce (with restrictions) but abortion and homosexuality were never permitted and were always an abomination. These all deal with families, and the destruction of it.
The third article that makes these times "a cold day in hell", (something one once would have thought unimaginable) is "Dr." LeRoy Carhart taking over "Dr." George Tiller's late term abortion practice. Dr. Carhart is the one that gave testimony in Court on Partial Birth Abortion and described his practice. It can be found at http://mttu.com/Articles/The%20Abortionist%20Speaks.htm (or go to http://mttu.com/main.htm in the permanent archives).
We know whatever the past sin, there is forgiveness for those who repent and walk with the Lord.
The Lord came to Saul (changed later to Paul) (Act 9:1 Then Saul, still breathing threats and murder against the disciples of the Lord, went to the high priest 2 and asked letters from him to the synagogues of Damascus, so that if he found any who were of the Way, whether men or women, he might bring them bound to Jerusalem. 3 As he journeyed he came near Damascus, and suddenly a light shone around him from heaven. 4 Then he fell to the ground, and heard a voice saying to him, “Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting Me?”
5 And he said, “Who are You, Lord?”
Then the Lord said, “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting. It is hard for you to kick against the goads.”) (goads: a type of stick to prod animals)
Paul - the apostle everyone knows and loves, persecuted the christians and consented to the killing of Stephen, before he became a believer in Jesus Christ. As an apostle of the Lord he was sent to preach to the Gentiles (us). (Acts 22:19 So I said, ‘Lord, they know that in every synagogue I imprisoned and beat those who believe on You. 20 And when the blood of Your martyr Stephen was shed, I also was standing by consenting to his death,[a] and guarding the clothes of those who were killing him.’
Then He said to me, ‘Depart, for I will send you far from here to the Gentiles.’” 21)
David, the greatly beloved King, was the great (28 generations back) grandfather of Jesus. He commited adultry with the wife of one of his soldiers. She became pregnant. David tried to cover his sin by having her husband think it was his. This failed, and he had her husband killed by putting him at the front of the battle. (2 Sam 11:14 In the morning it happened that David wrote a letter to Joab and sent it by the hand of Uriah. 15 And he wrote in the letter, saying, “Set Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retreat from him, that he may be struck down and die.” ) He then married Bathsheba. David repented of his sin and carried his guilt to the Lord. The Bible is full of people who sinned. People who realized the great consequences of their sin(s) and truly repented of their sin(s). The Lord changed their hearts and they walked with the Lord and became great witnesses and Paul became the great Apostle.
We all have the blood of abortion on our hands, but by acknowledging the sin and being repentant and asking for forgiveness, we will find it through the awesome grace and love of our God, if our hearts are truly with the Lord. Then we must go and "sin no more."
Revelation 22 "(9 in part) Worship God. 10 And he said to me, “Do not seal the words of the prophecy of this book, for the time is at hand. 11 He who is unjust, let him be unjust still; he who is filthy, let him be filthy still; he who is righteous, let him be righteous still; he who is holy, let him be holy still.”
12 “And behold, I am coming quickly, and My reward is with Me, to give to every one according to his work. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, the First and the Last.” 14 Blessed are those who do His commandments, that they may have the right to the tree of life, and may enter through the gates into the city. 15 But outside are dogs and sorcerers and sexually immoral and murderers and idolaters, and whoever loves and practices a lie.
16 “I, Jesus, have sent My angel to testify to you these things in the churches. I am the Root and the Offspring of David, the Bright and Morning Star.”
17 And the Spirit and the bride say, “Come!” And let him who hears say, “Come!” And let him who thirsts come. Whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely.
The Lord is returning soon. The time for us to be ready is here. The time to save your children and those you love, is now. God help us all.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Move
Kat and Andy decided to move from their apartment to a house near their work. Since they had driven over to see Christopher for his parent-teacher meeting, there was now just two days left to make the move. With a load of packing boxes, picked up at Walmart, I grabbed Mom on Saturday morning and we headed up to help with the move.
We got a hold of Cliff and, as soon as we had everything boxed, he brought over his pickup and trailer. In a very short period of time, Andy, Cliff and Kathleen had everything that was headed to the house, loaded. We flew down the road (at the speed limit) to the new home. Then, as the cold wind stung our hands and ears, the trailer, pickup and car were quickly unloaded. It was a full days work, but it seemed to go quickly. Afterwards, Kat and Andy took us all (we now picked up Barb, too) out for BBQ ribs to celebrate. mmmm It was really good. I was able to bring home a go-box of rib bones for the dogs...but Kathleen refused to part with the go-box of her leftover pasta dish so that I could give it to the cats.
The only thing left was the apartment inspection. On Sunday Kathleen, Andy and I met Julia and we all went to work getting the apartment ready for inspection. Today (Monday) Kat, Andy and Julia headed back to the apartment for the inspection and they passed with flying colors. (Yea!) Now on to the new home so that they can get ready for work.
Thank the Lord that my brother, Cliff, was there with his pickup and trailer, or we could have been making trips all weekend, just to move the stuff. Although I am his elder, he has always been the one behind the wheel. Being the oldest of the boys, he was out driving tractor, running the combine, and driving trucks, since the time he could reach the pedal. Dad would not let us girls drive the tractor until we were quite a bit older. However, I found it is not always such a fun task. When finally I could drive, I was allowed to plow up a field on the other side of the Rand Place (old deserted homestead). There was a dike of some sort which created a somewhat steep slope off to the side of the field. Having much wisdom of youth, I thought I would do a really good job and plow up the side of the dike and have a bigger field. So I started sideways down the incline. It did not dawn on me that a tractor could tip over. Imagine my surprise when suddenly both front and back tire on the upward slope left the ground. I then felt the jolt as the plow, which was cutting deep into the incline, pulled the tractor back to the ground. I eased off the dike and felt a whole lot wiser about life that day.
Anita, my younger sister, also found out the seriousness of driving. She, too, finally got to drive the tractor and had a bucket attached to the front. She was driving it along and somehow miscalculated the distance between Dad's large, oversized, 2 1/2 story tall garage and the tractor. She not only crashed into the garage but hit it right on the corner and cracked the corner support beam. There was a BIG, crunched dent where she pushed it in. This is probably why us girls mostly picked rocks and picked bales, when it came to helping in the fields.
As kids, Cliff was Dad's right hand. He worked the fields, as seasons changed...the plowing, the seeding and the harvesting. As he grew older, he helped work the fields for the neighbors. He didn't get to play with us kids a lot. There were a lot of hot summer days, though, when supper was finished and all us kids got to go play in the iron pile. There was an old abandoned wood stove there, so we all played family. The imaginary cooking on that stove, was a delight and we had a lot of fun.
As the brothers grew older, they helped Dad with the equipment maintenance and overhauls. One of those summers the boys took apart Mom's push mower. They took the engine and made themselves a go-cart. I don't know what they used for a frame, and I have no idea how they made the brakes, clutch, or how they made the wheels run, but they did. And they had fun riding it down the drive that lead up to the farm. It was about a quarter of a mile drive--so much fun for them. Mom watched and cheered them on as they took off.
In those days, when Mom and Dad went to town, Uncle was in charge of us kids. However, with Mom and Dad gone to town, Uncle would disappear and go to the bunk house and read, or nap or do something, to enjoy his "day off." This one particular day the boys were looking for adventure. Who knows why they thought the outhouse was an adventure. We didn't have indoor plumbing at the time, so it was kind of an essential to have it standing. However, to young boys, it was a challenge to tip it over. They got posts and sticks and I don't remember what they used for leverage, but after much effort, and just before Mom and Dad returned, they succeeded in tipping it over. The outhouse at the time was half way between the barn and the house. The walking distance was all covered by the big yard light. Now Dad moved the outhouse down by the shed. Twice the distance, and the last half of the trip was in darkness when you had to go at night. THANKS BOYS! Perhaps it was the next year that we got indoor plumbing. It was a good life.
We got a hold of Cliff and, as soon as we had everything boxed, he brought over his pickup and trailer. In a very short period of time, Andy, Cliff and Kathleen had everything that was headed to the house, loaded. We flew down the road (at the speed limit) to the new home. Then, as the cold wind stung our hands and ears, the trailer, pickup and car were quickly unloaded. It was a full days work, but it seemed to go quickly. Afterwards, Kat and Andy took us all (we now picked up Barb, too) out for BBQ ribs to celebrate. mmmm It was really good. I was able to bring home a go-box of rib bones for the dogs...but Kathleen refused to part with the go-box of her leftover pasta dish so that I could give it to the cats.
The only thing left was the apartment inspection. On Sunday Kathleen, Andy and I met Julia and we all went to work getting the apartment ready for inspection. Today (Monday) Kat, Andy and Julia headed back to the apartment for the inspection and they passed with flying colors. (Yea!) Now on to the new home so that they can get ready for work.
Thank the Lord that my brother, Cliff, was there with his pickup and trailer, or we could have been making trips all weekend, just to move the stuff. Although I am his elder, he has always been the one behind the wheel. Being the oldest of the boys, he was out driving tractor, running the combine, and driving trucks, since the time he could reach the pedal. Dad would not let us girls drive the tractor until we were quite a bit older. However, I found it is not always such a fun task. When finally I could drive, I was allowed to plow up a field on the other side of the Rand Place (old deserted homestead). There was a dike of some sort which created a somewhat steep slope off to the side of the field. Having much wisdom of youth, I thought I would do a really good job and plow up the side of the dike and have a bigger field. So I started sideways down the incline. It did not dawn on me that a tractor could tip over. Imagine my surprise when suddenly both front and back tire on the upward slope left the ground. I then felt the jolt as the plow, which was cutting deep into the incline, pulled the tractor back to the ground. I eased off the dike and felt a whole lot wiser about life that day.
Anita, my younger sister, also found out the seriousness of driving. She, too, finally got to drive the tractor and had a bucket attached to the front. She was driving it along and somehow miscalculated the distance between Dad's large, oversized, 2 1/2 story tall garage and the tractor. She not only crashed into the garage but hit it right on the corner and cracked the corner support beam. There was a BIG, crunched dent where she pushed it in. This is probably why us girls mostly picked rocks and picked bales, when it came to helping in the fields.
As kids, Cliff was Dad's right hand. He worked the fields, as seasons changed...the plowing, the seeding and the harvesting. As he grew older, he helped work the fields for the neighbors. He didn't get to play with us kids a lot. There were a lot of hot summer days, though, when supper was finished and all us kids got to go play in the iron pile. There was an old abandoned wood stove there, so we all played family. The imaginary cooking on that stove, was a delight and we had a lot of fun.
As the brothers grew older, they helped Dad with the equipment maintenance and overhauls. One of those summers the boys took apart Mom's push mower. They took the engine and made themselves a go-cart. I don't know what they used for a frame, and I have no idea how they made the brakes, clutch, or how they made the wheels run, but they did. And they had fun riding it down the drive that lead up to the farm. It was about a quarter of a mile drive--so much fun for them. Mom watched and cheered them on as they took off.
In those days, when Mom and Dad went to town, Uncle was in charge of us kids. However, with Mom and Dad gone to town, Uncle would disappear and go to the bunk house and read, or nap or do something, to enjoy his "day off." This one particular day the boys were looking for adventure. Who knows why they thought the outhouse was an adventure. We didn't have indoor plumbing at the time, so it was kind of an essential to have it standing. However, to young boys, it was a challenge to tip it over. They got posts and sticks and I don't remember what they used for leverage, but after much effort, and just before Mom and Dad returned, they succeeded in tipping it over. The outhouse at the time was half way between the barn and the house. The walking distance was all covered by the big yard light. Now Dad moved the outhouse down by the shed. Twice the distance, and the last half of the trip was in darkness when you had to go at night. THANKS BOYS! Perhaps it was the next year that we got indoor plumbing. It was a good life.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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