Holy Man By Choice, And/Or By Grace

HOLY MAN/OR WOMAN BOTH CHOICE AND GRACE

 

Like it or not we all are what we are

We can choose our path, to the light or the dark

If we choose to walk in darkness, that is our choice

The light still shines even then, if we choose to see

We choose to walk in and stay in the light or the dark

Not by accident, it is a choice that each of us make

 

 

I am what I am because I love the Son of God,

But do we love God more than the toys of man

We all sin daily for just like you, I am just a man

If I forgive, and hold not against you

Will you in like kindness, give, as I give to you

 

 

Being a Man of God is an honor given

Not from our own righteousness, but grace

For such kindness is given, only from above

It is difficult to have the heart of a hawk

And yet to have the spirit of a dove

 

 

Being a Man of God, is something I long prayed for

To have a soul full of God’s Spirit, love and Grace

Always willing to speak what you now know is the truth

The world will rage at the words that you dare to speak

Being kind, decent, and loving is no life for the meek!

Poem Of Honor And Remembrance: 88 Tomorrow

88 TOMORROW

 

Mom, tomorrow you will be turning 88 in my heart and mind

At 69 a reckless driver did take your heartbeats away from us

In Mind, Heart and Soul your still with us every day we breathe

Your life here ended so quick I hope that you suffered no pain

10 Minutes before you left I got to speak with you one last time

 

Age gives humans certain handicaps, as it deteriorates our body

Wrinkles and physical infirmities do scar the face of our youth

We get declining strength and some of us even do go blind

The real crime of age though is when disease destroys our mind

For the memories of our loved ones smiles are what keeps me sane

 

Yet age does also give us glories like wisdom and vast maturity

Now Spiritual Maturity becomes how we discern ones true beauty

With age our Faith does grow strong along with judging fairer

You know I am no doubting Thomas, we will see each other again

Turning 88 Tomorrow, I still love you now as I loved you way back when

Religion, Personal Type Poem: Our Gifts To God

Our Gifts To God

 

Have I set my heart and Soul to the will of God

Have I not given my own gold and silver to the poor

My hands worked willingly for the constitution of good

Do our people rejoice, do we give of our riches willingly

Do we not know that all things we have, were first God’s

 

I tithe above the Pharisee’s and the Sadducee’s, is this not good

If we are blessed with wealth, can we go through the eye of a needle

The poor may bless our gifts but the Lord knows if our heart is pure

When the poor donate their last dollar the Lord sees their sacrifice

Rich and poor live and die, our kindness or greed, now The Lord judges

 

If we give to make a show of our ‘kindness’, we are as phony as our love

When we help the Church, friend or stranger remember to close your mouth

The Loud Mouth garners the adoration of men, and the anger of the Lord

When we give, do so quietly for what we do in secret the Lord rewards openly

Giving of our-self to God’s Grace with love we will be rewarded from Heaven above

(Theology Poem) Your Blood, My Sins

YOUR BLOOD, MY SINS

 

Lord, You bled and You died, for all the likes of me

My body and my Soul that was so filled with sins

Lord my only doubts has been my worthiness of Thee

Riches I have never sought yet in darkness I still walked

With Your love, Your blood, all barriers You’ve broken

 

Lord, Your Eyes, You have set upon the likes of me

Lord Your Blood does baptize both heart and Soul

My fears are diluted in Thy Holy Heart and Blood

I fear not this life nor the death that is soon to come

For my sins are washed in the Holy Blood of the Son

Great Poem (not one of mine): She Kneels At His Stone

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF Norman Junior HaleGeri Hodgkinson and 2 others posted in Appalachian American Folk Lore And Knowledge.

 

Norman Junior HaleGeri Hodgkinson and 2 others posted in Appalachian American Folk Lore And Knowledge.
Norman Junior Hale
May 27 at 12:07am
She Kneels At His Stone

There she kneels
There at his stone
Feeling so lost
And yes so a lone

With tears running down her face
All the way to the ground
Steadily flowing down
Yet they are not making sound

She thinks of their love
Of the day they first met
And just how he looked
The day he left on that jet

As she wishes she had him to hold
Just to hold him one more time
When this world turns so cold
For no simple reason or rhyme

She remembers the time
He surprised her with roses in hand
And a ring in his pocket too
And she excepted him as her man

Tears roll a little harder
As she thinks of their twenty years
Of all their years together
She has some happier tears

She wanders about younger ones today
How could they burn the flags
They are a symbol of so much more
Than just a bunch of torn up rags

She kneels there at his stone
Gripping The cross on her kneck
Praying they’ll meet again
For now she’ll show him respect

Love is a powerful thing
It works on your brain
Pulls at the heart strings
Giving everything a strain

So she’ll kneel at his stone
Every little chance she gets
Not just because she feels alone
But also through her respect

Written 5/26/2018 by Norman Hale Jr.
© 2018 Norman (All rights reserved)

She Kneels At His Stone

There she kneels
There at his stone
Feeling so lost

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When We Are Squeezed, Put Under Pressure, What Comes Out Of Us

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The Squeezed Orange of a Psychiatrist

The Squeezed Orange of a Psychiatrist

A psychiatrist was preparing for class and decided to take an orange with him. He began to talk to a bright young man in front and asked him, “If I squeeze this orange, what will I get?”

He looked at the Psychiatrist and answered, “Juice, of course!”

The Psychiatrist said, “Don’t you think I could squeeze apple juice from the orange?”

Laughing, he said “No.”

“What about grapefruit juice?”

He said, “Nope.”

The Psychiatrist asked again, “What would I get from this orange?”

“Orange juice, of course.”

He repeated his question, “Why? Why would I get orange juice from an orange?”

He answered, “Well, it is an orange, and that is what it has on the inside.”

The Psychiatrist nodded and said, “That’s right! Let’s think that this is not an orange, but it is you.

Someone puts pressure on you and says something you don’t like.

You get offended. Fear, bitterness, hatred, and anger come out of you. Why did this happen?”

The boy answered, “Because those things are on the inside.”

Now we have to consider what’s inside of you and me, because Matthew 15:18 says,

“But those things which proceed out of the mouth come forth from the heart; and they defile the man.”

Jesus was squeezed and forgiveness, love, and mercy came brusting out of Him.

He taught us that regardless of people insulting, beating, humiliating, and treating Him worse than a criminal that we should afterwards show love and forgiveness! It was under the mighty impulse of love that Jesus took our place in the universe and invited the Ruler of all things to treat Him as a representative of the human family.

He identified Himself with our interests, took our guilt and its penalty, and offered in our behalf a complete sacrifice to God.

Jesus identifies His interest with ours. He represents Himself as personally affected with all that concerns us.

If we are wronged, maligned, treated with contempt, our sufferings are registered in the books of heaven as done unto Him.

If we would become like Christ and receive His fashion of character, we must in little things train the soul to daily progressive sanctification. Acts make habits and habits constitute character. There is no fear of overlooking great things, but there is peril in overlooking and undervaluing little things.

Let’s be filled with that love that comes from God, and let’s live each day by His side.

Now the question that we must ask ourselves is: “What comes out when we are squeezed?”

Her Last Ride

This is the first time that I have ever taken a Facebook post done a copy, paste on, then put it here on this Blog. It only takes about one or two minutes to read this short story but if you will take that moment of two it may warm your heart some on a cold day.

(I first posted this article on February 7th of 2016)
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John Giovanni

Last Ride
I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift, I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.
Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice.
I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she asked.
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.
She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’
‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.
‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice. ‘The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and she would sit, staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired. Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.
‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said.
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
There are other passengers,’ I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We are conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID ~BUT~THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
At the bottom of this great story was a request to forward this – I deleted that request because if you have read to this point, you won’t have to be asked to pass it along, you just will…
Thank you, my friend…
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance. J.L.

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What One Word Describes our Life; The One We See In Your Mirror?

What One Word Describes our Life; The One We See In Your Mirror?

When it is just you, alone, with just your thoughts late at night, can we be honest even then? When we have no one to lie to, no one to impress, do we even know what the truth about our own self is? When we blend in all of the really good things that we did in our past life (time up to this point) along with all of the ignorant and cruel things that we did (even if our ignorance is our defense), how does the picture look to us when it (our life) is all shaken out? This blog is really about conversation, I want the few folks who do read this blog to think and to look inside ourselves and think about the really cool or nice things that we did but also the really shameful things that we allowed ourselves to do, the sins we have done that are unspeakable. I try to get folks to look at these issues when it is just you, yourself, and your mirror (and hopefully private prayer time with Jesus). Personally I very much hope that your one word was better than mine. Why would I say that? The answer is simple folks, because so often my ‘word’ is shameful. It is shameful because I know in my heart that most days I function on ‘cruse control’, literally everyday of my life I know in my heart that I could have done better, more ‘good’ if I had just tried harder. My wife and son tell me that I am to hard on myself, yet I wonder if that is what Jesus will say at my judgement.

Is This The Day, We Say Goodbye

Is This The Day, We Say Goodbye

 

This day Lord, if it is my last day, I thank you Lord for each day passed. I pray that Your Name will always be stamped upon the hearts of all I leave behind.

If this day is my last day Lord my Your Strength and Your Love be found within my heart.

Lord Your Mercy and Your Grace has set my Soul at Your Feet.

I pray Lord that my ways, my works, have set a smile upon Your Face.

As I close my eyes Lord, I pray that You will continue to protect and love my family and to accept our Soul’s through Your Loving Grace.

Lord I pray that all who read this will love You as You have so devoutly loved us all.

Starting A (6 Of God’s Days) Adventist Church?

Starting A (Six Of God’s Days) Adventist Church?

 

Good evening everyone, I ask each of you to be open-minded, patient and critical of this post as it is like no other post I have ever even considered doing. First of all it is not like I am anything that is more special that everyone else on this planet. I am not more important than you or anyone else, we are of all of equal value to our Creator. I don’t really like the term or thought that I am going to try to start “a Church” because Jesus is the owner of Christians Souls and bodies and “the Church” is “the Bride of Christ” which He will be collecting at “The Rapture” (second advent) so it (a new Church) is not new, Jesus is the Author and Owner of all Churches who worship Him. God’s Church was created when Jesus walked out of that burial chamber in 29 A.D.

I have studied many Christian Churches teachings in the 51-52 years that I have been studying the Bible and have not found any who even understand what the Scriptures are telling us. In my studies of these different teaching I have found that I mostly agree with the teaching of the Seventh Day Adventist Church over all of the other ones I have knowledge of. I did say “I mostly agree” because I do have some disagreements with a few of their teachings. I know that the biggest ‘neon flashing light’ is that they believe that God created this planet in six human days even though it is more than obvious that no such thing is said in Scripture anywhere. Do you remember what the Apostle Peter said in the book of Second Peter chapter 3, verse 8? Quote, (NRSV) “But do not ignore this one fact, beloved, that with the Lord one day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like one day”. This is really a simple issue of excepting reality, please think about this for a moment, every planet that circles our sun has a different measure of what a day is. Why does anyone still think along the terms of human days as if the time it takes Earth to rotate should qualify as a measure when eternity is the subject matter? What is time to God? How much time is eternity, can it be measured? Humans have a huge problem with ego’s and ignorance.

 

When a person Google’s the Seventh-Day Adventist Church beliefs you will come across what they refer to as “their 28 fundamental beliefs”. Number 6 is the one about their believing in the 6 human days of creation which we have already discussed. I believe that this ignorance on this one subject is the cause/reason why millions of people throughout the ages have laughed off Christianity as being total ignorance, at the cost of their own Souls. The next of their fundamental beliefs (#22) that I totally disagree with as saying the opposite of what the New Testament Scriptures tell us. Lines # 7 and #8 of their teachings says and I quote “…we are to adopt the most healthful diet possible and abstain from, the (unclean foods identified in the Scriptures). By Scripture this would only be true if you are a Jewish believer who does not believe that Jesus is/was the Christ thus following the ‘old law’ (Old Testament) that was given to the Lords people (Hebrews/Israel). With the resurrection of Jesus the ‘Old Law’ passed away and a “new covenant/New Testament” came into effect so no one is now bound to that law. Please consider what we are told in the book of Acts in chapter #10 verses 11 through 16, “He (the Apostle Peter) saw the heavens opened and something like a large sheet coming down, being lowered to the ground by its four corners. In it were all kinds of four-footed creatures and reptiles and birds of the air. Then he heard a voice saying “get up, Peter; kill and eat”. But Peter said “by no means, Lord;  for I have never eaten anything that is profane or unclean”. The voice said to him again, a second time, “What God has made clean you must not call profane”. This happened three times, and the thing was suddenly taken up to Heaven”. If God says that all the animals are now clean and we are instructed to use them for food if we are hungry then why does any church say otherwise.?

 

The last of these 28 beliefs that I have a problem with is about correctness with them on #27. Please read those 28 points as you read your Bible, there is a good chance that most people who call themselves Christians who have spent years studying the Scriptures will agree with most of these 28 points. Please understand that #27 which is talking about the millennium, the thousand-year reign of Christ after the Rapture. They teach that during that thousand years that the Devil and his Demons will have full total control and dominion of the earth but with no human beings on the planet during that time and that is just not correct by Scripture. To say this means that they do not understand what Armageddon is at all. The book of Revelation is really not very difficult to understand if you read it prayerfully many many times with a pure and unbiased mind and heart. Folks, Armageddon will be when the Devil, the Beast and the false prophet has waged all out war on Christians, at least those who refused to allow a Demonic government to place a computer chip in their hand, marking them as one of Satan’s followers, ‘the mark of the Devil’. Armageddon will be when Christ and His angels appear at The Rapture. This is when all the billions of people who have been fooled by the governments and their Demonic leaderships go to wage war against Christ Jesus and His angels. (Revelation 16:14) ( Revelation 19:19-21) (Revelation 20: 7-9) Demons will be cast straightway into the ‘lake of fire/Hell’ because they have already had their judgement day, leaving the “fooled” to be totally crushed like grapes in a wine-press. For all those who do not believe that Jesus is The Christ then they will all die a horrible death but this is nothing compared to after their judgement.

 

So, now, how does one start a new “church movement”? Please study those 28 points of the Seventh-Day Adventist and please study the Scriptures prayerfully that relate to what they are saying. I know of no ‘Church’ that teaches exactly what I believe to be the ‘Gospel’ Truth. A few are close, but not exactly. So my question to you, exactly how would I/you/we start a ‘6 of God’s Days’ Adventist Church? I guess that I would not mind (but I am guessing about that) getting people together here in east-central Kentucky to start a Church but I would need devoted caring intelligent honest Christian people around me to ‘run the Church business’. The reason is, I have no health, if we were able to start an honest Christian Congregation the ‘Church group’ would need Deacons, Elders, and people who had the physical means to maintain the building and grounds. If one thinks about starting up any type of venture, you realize that there is a lot to it and with my health, I can do very little. Remember, if one starts up a ‘Church’ it has always got to be totally centered on Jesus Christ, not the Minister for the meaning of Minister is Servant! The people can never allow a ‘Cult’ to form around a Minister, not ever!

 

This whole article is just conjecture as I do not expect anything to come about here where I live yet it would be nice if some places around the globe did start wanting to get back to the basics of love that is God’s teachings. It would be nice if this article is some small way helped nudge people into wanting to live and believe as the Scriptures of God speak to us to do. I know that physically I am 95-99% dead so really none of this article, this conjecture is about me, it is about all of you. I just want everyone to be saved once their life is over, and that does mean each and every one of you. Please take a few moments to leave comments on this issue, I would like to hear your thoughts, good or bad. I pray that God will bless you all, thank you for your time, Shalom.