A couple of days ago something happened to me that would have been one of those, “okay, that hurt” episodes out in the field. While clearing out in the woods a major thorny vine got a hold of me in the ear. Instead of being a little prick it kept bleeding forcing me to come in. Nurse Sue was home so she tended me and it was a little prick, not worthy of all the show all over me. While she fussed and fumed all over me that there was so much blood for such a little thing I just sat there and smiled. Eighteen years earlier she chased me around with a Tetanus shot the night before we got married so that I wouldn’t get lock-jaw on our wedding day because I’d cut my finger (maybe now she’s thinking that’s one way to get me to be quiet). Well, there’s no chasing around with a shot this time. While sitting there I hadn’t, yet, caught a view of what I looked like. When I did get a view and saw all the blood I said to Sue jokingly, ” Wow, I wonder if that’s prophetic? Well, at least I get shot in the head.” Continue reading
I keep struggling for an answer when pegged with the question about the building “jobs” for the church that are allegedly gone (okay, a couple, conveniently) since the “apostles” died off. I know that apostles are needed now and I know there are a ton of fakes but in my “oldness” I lacked the time to do a thorough study on it. Leave it to my friend Ben in Romania to already have the work done for a nagging thought. An awesome insight and study. Thanks Ben, for the hard work.
Originally posted on Footsteps In The Deep:
I’ve been studying the word “apostle” recently. While I don’t have any “ground-breaking” things to say, I did realize some things that I hadn’t noticed before.
Before getting to the things that I found surprising, let me just say…. I know people tend to freak out when anyone starts talking about apostles, especially when that person believes in the present gift and calling, but bear with me. Don’t freak out. Yet.
Okay, now that that’s done, let’s start with some basics:
1) The term “apostle” used to be a normal Greek word, not a religious word with a capital letter on the front of it. That capital letter and the religious context only came later, much later. In the beginning, it was a word just like any other, just like how “born again” used to mean simply being born a second time, not “prayed a prayer and go to an evangelical church…
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Well, it’s that time of year again. I’m getting my usual emails that Christmas is a pagan holiday brought in by catholics, and that you shouldn’t celebrate because it’s unholy pagan worship. Hey, here’s a thought, maybe if you admit to that then the atheists will leave you alone. Shoot, the British Commonwealth countries have the pagan day the day after on Boxing Day, haven’t heard an atheist complain about that yet. Continue reading
It’s obvious, I love music. I live and breath music and the more that I can offer up in God’s service the sweeter it is and the more connected I feel. But today’s music has been getting soft, nice, unoffending. Don’t get me wrong, I like the music, but in a lot of cases there is no strength to it, no relational connection to Christ, kind of like music you could safely hear on secular radio, or love songs you could sing to your sweetheart. Much of the music has lost the edge, the edge of the sword.
Is this what’s happening, Continue reading
As I look back I miss some of the people, who if empowered, could have kept this country great. For now, after their passing, all we can do is revisit and ponder their wisdom and almost prophetic calling. One such man was Paul Harvey. I’d listen with regularity his wit and wisdom and undying admiration for his love, Angel. The following should be almost scary or worse, given he saw this coming and no one knew or cared Continue reading
Poor Laura Brooks. She’s sorry, she didn’t know. It wasn’t until overdue notices started coming, loans defaulted and her cards wouldn’t work that she finally found out she was dead. How rude, no one had the decency to let her know. The same with Leona Turner whose husband had died and while she was trying to show up for a doctor’s appointment the dumbfounded receptionist declared, ” Well, she’s standing here in front of me…”. Judy Rivers was even picked up by the police for trying to attempt a transaction while being dead.
Harry’s checks started bouncing he found out with very irate phones calls Continue reading
I know it’s Friday, for many just a day, for others an incredible holy day. A time of sorrow, for some a time of joy. For non-believers a time when history just continued to move on, another rebel on the cross, an insignificant killing by the Romans like so many of the thousands before, hardly noteworthy except by a couple contemporary historians and that only in passing. There are some who argue it wasn’t really Friday, but that’s a different discussion.
A guy hung on a cross, and true as the Chief Priest had hoped, His followers scattered like bugs under a rug. Continue reading