Distorting Images

November 25, 2017

“Saturday’s child works hard for it’s living…”      

    

gossip  noun [ C/U ]

us /ˈɡɑs·p/

talk about other people’s private lives:

[ U ] Have you heard the latest gossip (= what is being said about someone)?

A gossip is also someone who enjoys talking about other people’s private lives:

[ C ] Charlie is a real gossip.
                What St. James had to say about the misuse of the human tongue:
But the tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.Therewith bless we God, even the Father; and therewith curse we men, which are made after the similitude of God.

10 Out of the same mouth proceedeth blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not so to be.”[James 3:8-10 KJV]

    I’ve learned quite a bit over the years as to how gossip ends by distorting the image of the one being gossiped about, and how destructive that ends up being to the one that is the object of the gossip.  I wonder no longer why it was that I never made any friends in school–elementary all the way through high school–and, why all of my closest friends lived on my own block, yet even then we had problems getting along lots of times.  I guess due to living so close to one another made mending the fences torn down by gossip was far easier to accomplish than it was for those of us who only saw one another during school hours.

   However, gossip made it very tough to survive those long school days at times, when you never seemed able to set things straight by being sure those kids involved heard the truth, and learned that it really was the truth, whether they liked it or not–most of the time I found that they enjoyed believing the gossip because it helped justify their awful behavior towards the ‘gossiped about’, and that way they also never had to say they were sorry for anything ugly said against the poor victim. It took me until about the 4th grade to finally realize what I was really up against. 

       After that, I learned the relative safety of standing on the sidelines and watching, instead of trying to be included among the girl cliques that had formed.  I also saw that there was this need for someone who saw what was being done to others, so could step in and try and comfort the other victims, and/or even befriend them, if they wanted a friend.  I just realized I didn’t want to be a party to what went on within those cliques.   They didn’t want me, and I didn’t want to be one of them.

   Gossip is like pure poison, and being the victim of gossip is like dying from snake bite.  It’s not just girls who gossip, but it does seem as though they are really good at it–almost Gold Medal good at it.  I ended up being betrayed by girls in my own 3rd grade class, for instance, with them literally dragging me out the door to the girl’s bathroom in order to humiliate me in front of the boys they had crushes on–needless to say, it was personally crushing for me!  After that, I don’t even remember seeing one of those girls for the rest of the school year, and beyond.  I just stopped looking, and stayed to myself.  I ate by myself every lunch hour from then on out, for the rest of the time I attended that elementary school.  I am so glad now that I had so many close girlfriends on my block to play with after school, so that helped get me through each school day.  So did having my grandmother, whom I had nicknamed “Nanny” when I was very little, to return home to each day, along with my younger brother and sister, and of course my mom, and my grandpa, aunts and uncles, too. 

   By 6th grade we had moved, so I was excited to make some new friends at my new elementary school, and at first I did–lots of them.  We even managed to visit each other after school at times, since we didn’t live very far away from one other.  However, that all ended abruptly, one awful afternoon.  I had no idea that, what I had confided in them concerning my crush on a certain boy in another class, they had spread all over school, and their gossip had ended by embarrassing that boy half to death. 

        The way I found out about it, though, was the worst.  I was walking across the blacktop, going towards where the other girls were playing 4-Square, when, suddenly, out of ‘nowhere’, that boy began shouting awful things at me, ugly things, hate filled things, and cursing me out and giving me his middle finger to boot.  As I looked over at the other girls, they were all laughing at me.  I couldn’t believe how they had betrayed my confidence that way, and had embarrassed that boy so badly that he never, ever again was nice to me.  He even wrote ugly things about me on the side of an old bus stop shelter that we all passed every day on the way home from school.  The odd thing about it was that, we had never actually met.  He only knew me from what those girls had said about me.  And, after that, there was no chance we’d ever be able to talk to one another at all.

   Those girls had heartlessly trashed me so badly that, after that, I would never again involve myself with any of the other kids in my class during recess.  That’s when I began going straight over to the jungle gym area, and I began practicing chin-ups every single recess period, and during lunch as well.  I felt I had to shut out the world there at school, and just concentrate on doing something I found to be fun, as well as helpful.  By the time a few weeks had gone by, some of the other kids began walking over to where I was doing all those chin-ups, and they never said much of anything to me–they just watched.  When one of them did say something to me, about how strong I thought I was by then, I told him to try it for himself, to see how many chin-ups he could do, verses how many I could do.  Once he, and those with him, realized how few they actually could do, they developed some respect for what I was doing.  However, after that, I never had another friend in any grade I was in–at home yes, at school, no.

   So, it seems that most people think that gossip is really ‘no big deal’, and that only uptight Christians are ‘agin” it–yeah, well, gossip is something that does ‘no body good’, period–ever.  It’s always malicious in intent–always.  And, it’s aim is to destroy it’s target, not help build the target up in a good way.  Good words spoken about someone is not gossip.  Plus, those engaging in gossip often do so in secretive ways, so that, if confronted by the object of their gossip, they can try and get out of taking the blame by denying they had said anything against their victim.  I know–I learned the hard way about that type of ‘circling the wagons’, in order to lie and deny their way out of it. 

        It’s sad and pathetic, but I’ve found only one solution to this ugly problem–to steer clear of those women, and stay clear of them, once I realized what was going  on–and, don’t bother to confront the gossips about their gossip against you–they did it in secret, so they think they can deny it all–and, once they do that, they will then try to turn the tables on you, and suddenly you’re the ‘meany’, and they come out smelling like roses.  The only time you might stand a chance is if you have witnesses who will stand by you, since they know the truth.  Otherwise, don’t try clearing your good name by confronting the gossips all by yourself–you will lose as soon as the gossips close ranks against you, and you will kick yourself for ever trying to do things that way, maybe for the rest of your natural life–ask me!

   St. James was so right in everything he said to us concerning the evil that our unbridled tongues can do to others–words can kill, in spite of what that nursery rhyme says about ‘sticks and stones…’ being the culprits alone.  Gossip can change someone’s entire life–for the worst at first, perhaps–but, God willing, never forever.  I also have faith in the fact that, someday, our heavenly Father will set every record straight, and when He does so, and confronts each one of us about our own words, no one will dare try to tell Him He’s wrong, and they’re right–they will have to live with what they’ve said in the past, and with the damage their wagging tongues have caused in the lives of others.  Thank God[Amen!]

  “A word fitly spoken is like apples of Gold in pictures of silver.”{Proverbs 25:11 KJV}

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17 And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.”[Colossians 3:17 KJV]
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The Unkindest Cuts Of All…

October 29, 2017

“…But the child that’s born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay. ”        

           

   {Please click on the title of my entry to go to my blog itself, to read this, and see the things I’ve placed in this entry to ‘pretty’ it up for you–you can only see many of them if you go to my blog, itself.}  

I’ve been praying, asking God for His help with writing this entry, because I desperately want to be able to defend myself against the gossip that has ended by hurting me so terribly over the years.  Things that have been said that have ended by coming back at me even through strangers, and biting me severely, ruining, or destroying, my reputation, and causing me to even be banned from taking the RCIA classes at the local Catholic Church. 

     I know the idea is always to simply allow the gossip to die by itself, and ignore it, because it will eventually go away.  Plus, there’s this saying, that goes “Those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind don’t matter”  I just wish with all my heart that the truth found in that little saying had been the case for me, but it hasn’t been. 

     Instead, the things said against me filtered down and out to perfect strangers, such as that Deacon at our local Parrish, who was a total stranger to me.  Everyone in his Parrish were strangers to me, as well, with me never having confided in them about my life, and what was taking place.  So,when he wanted to see me prior to the RCIA classes beginning, I thought nothing of it–until I walked into his office.  Then, he lit into me, telling me I was the cause of why my husband’s family never wanted us around them, never came to our aid and comfort when our son was killed in Afghanistan,  and that I was behind why our other son, and his wife, had estranged themselves from us both before and after our older son was killed.  With that Deacon informing me that I was a liar who should be institutionalized I was so crazy…and on, and on–until I caught him in a lie I knew I could prove. 

     However, I was so crushed by what he’d accused me of, and totally shaken by the fact that he was repeating such groundless gossip about me, that I told him I thought I’d just stay a Lutheran, and I walked out as quickly as I could, leaving him with his hands nervously shaking.  I believe he was shaking due to the fact that he’d just knowingly defamed me, and wouldn’t even allow me to defend myself against such accusations, with him never allowing me to explain things to him about what was going on.  He gave me no chance to stand up against what I knew to be outright lies, nor was I given the chance to find out the names of those behind the lies. 

      I suspected I knew who they were, but was found ‘guilty’ without being given the chance to defend against any of the accusations.  A totally UnAmerican thing.  In this country the ‘accused’ is always ‘presumed innocent until PROVEN guilty’.  In my case, I was ‘presumed guilty’, with no proof that I was ‘guilty’, and given no chance at rebuttal.  And, that smacks of the ‘kangaroo court’ mentality that I realized was behind it all.  All the accusations were founded on nothing more than gossip, period, and based on it alone, with the integrity of the gossips, who were saying such things about me, never being questioned at all.

     In the case of the Deacon, he simply dismissed me as though I was nothing at all, shutting me down, telling me I was nothing but a ‘Trouble-maker!”,  with him preventing me from being able to explain anything at all.  The encounter with that particularly vicious stranger left me shaking, and dumbfounded, totally bewildered, completely upset, and frightened to the core.  And, more convinced than ever before that the poison being spread about me by fellow family “inmates”[not wishing to think of them as actual relatives] was something far worse than I’d ever imagined it to be.  And, now, those who would have been capable of defending me against such outrageous nonsense were all–dead.

So, due to all of that, plus much more actually, I want so desperately to clear the air, and tell my side of what was going on.  All in the hopes that, at the very least, even some perfect stranger who might read what I have to say about it all, might believe me.  Seeing the truth through all the distortions and outright lies about me will take the abilities and God-given wisdom of Solomon by this time, I’m sure, but at least I will be able to rest easier knowing I’ve finally had my ‘day in court’, and have done my level best to clear my name of all ‘charges’ brought against me.  

     I will be doing all of that by telling the story from the beginning, or as close to it as I can get by this time, and it will take many entries to do that.  I’m convinced however that, by the end of it all, I will be able to rest far easier knowing that I was finally able to defend against what amounts to such scurrilousness that has brought me seemingly endless grief, and misery over the many decades since it first began.

     Until next time, [or the next blog entry], stay safe, love one another as Christ loves us, and God bless.

            *

   If the world seems cold to you, kindle fires to warm it.” ~Lucy Larcom~{Poet, abolitionist & teacher…   https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/lucy-larcom  }

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*That rose is named “The 49er”–it holds special meaning to me for two reasons–one, I was born in ’49–two, I bought it in early Spring one year, planted it, and it put forth one gorgeous bloom that opened on–Mother’s Day–before anything else had bloomed that season.  And, they say God either doesn’t exist, or doesn’t really care about each of us equally–Ha!–that’s one of the biggest lies of all time–He even knows how many hairs we have on our heads!  He loves us more than we could ever love Him back, and Christ, His Son, died to save us.  So, please never tell me that God doesn’t exist, or doesn’t care one wit about us as individuals.

 

    

 

 

The Miraculous Staircase of Loretto, N.M.

October 6, 2017

“Friday’s child is loving and giving…” 

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.“[Psalm 91:1 KJV]*

   

 

 

   The story of the building of, and the existence of, the miraculous spiral staircase in the Loretto chapel, in Santa Fe, New Mexico, is one that needs to be made better known.  The chapel has since been turned into a museum of sorts and a wedding chapel, after the Catholic Church decommissioned it.  It was built between the years of 1873, to 1878.  Once it was nearly finished, it was discovered that the architect, Antoine Mouly, who’d come over from France to design and build it, but who had died before it was finished, had forgotten to include a staircase leading up to the choir loft, some 22 ft. above the main floor.

  The story goes that the Sisters of Loretto, who’d come to that area from Kentucky in order to teach, decided to say a Novena to St. Joseph, who is the patron saint of carpenters, asking for his help in having some sort of staircase built.  At the end of the 9th day of the Novena, an elderly man suddenly showed up, asking for work, and when told about the need for a staircase in the Chapel, told them he could build them one.  He was equipped with just a tool box. 

   The story told in the first video[above] explains that the elderly man used no nails in it’s construction, only wooden pegs that he apparently fashioned himself.  Also, the wood he used did not come from New Mexico, yet he always had a good supply with which to construct the staircase.  It’s not known how long it took him to finish it, but once it was finished he left without collecting the money owed him, nor did he say goodbye to anyone before he left.

  To this day architects can’t explain how in the world it not only held when walked upon, but how it’s managed to remain standing, and useful, to this day, some 139 years later.  The elderly man built it without any railing, so the railing was added about 2 years later, after the sisters complained that they feared falling off of it as they descended down from the choir loft.  

   Those who can’t find enough faith in God’s abilities always seem to find a way to explain away anything that smacks of being miraculous, and so it is with this staircase.  It seems that supposedly another Frenchman, associated with the late architect Mouly, came over to this country explicitly to build that staircase, unbeknownst to the Sisters, or anyone else.  He seems to have brought the entire staircase with him in crates, or that’s the idea.  Yet, the elderly man who arrived at that time, inquiring for work, had only his donkey/mule, and his toolbox with him at the time, and no one ever saw anyone else arrive to provide him with the pre-fabbed staircase, that it’s said had been built in France and brought over here in crates.  Also, after testing the wood used in the staircase, no exact match for the wood could be found anywhere on this earth.  The type of wood, yes–the exact species of wood, no.

  Architects from around the world who have examined the structure marvel at how perfectly it was constructed–yet, it was constructed by an elderly man, using only what he brought with him inside his toolbox.  The Sisters said that they saw wood soaking in barrels, that he would bend into shape for the stairs, but that was all.  Yet, he always had what he needed, never buying any wood locally.  No evidence of him purchasing any wood from any local wood supplier was ever found.  No evidence exists that he had taken delivery of crates during that time, either.

 What else is marvelous about the staircase is the fact that there is NO center support for it, yet usually one is needed.  One architect said that, by all rights, it should have collapsed the first time anyone set foot on it–yet, it’s taken constant foot traffic on it for the last 139 years!  It, also, consists of 33 stairs–one for each year of Christ’s life before He was crucified.  It was also found that, the two supports at it’s base, on which ALL the weight rests, were strong enough to support the structure because the carpenter twisted the two of them into a  helix formation, causing them to become stronger by nature.  The staircase also consists of 2 360 degree turns as it rises from the floor.  Without it’s railing, it reminds me of a single spiraled ‘helix’ of DNA.  Perhaps that’s exactly why it was fashioned as it was, even though when built no one had any idea what DNA was, let alone what shape it took.

  So, the true life mystery of how an elderly man, using only some tools he’d brought with him on the back of his pack animal[either a donkey or a mule], who bought no wood locally, and had none delivered to him on the site, who worked alone without benefit of any electrically run equipment, or electric tools, whatsoever, managed to construct what appears to be one of the great mysteries in this world.  I think perhaps it needs to be categorized among the great wonders of this world–befittingly making it the 9th.

 

   “We love the things we love for what they are.”
~ Robert Frost ~

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*https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+91&version=KJV

“T’is A Puzzlement!”*, Exclaimed the King of Siam…

  September 22, 2017

“Friday’s child is loving and giving…”      

 “Mmmm…Good to the last drop!”           

           

          

   As I sat down here I thought I had something definite to say on a certain subject, but after listening to Debra Kerr sing that beautiful, warm song my determination seems to have gotten somewhat way-laid!  However, I’ll try and press on, because the subject I have in mind to speak about is one that’s very important to me, personally.

   Ever been treated badly by total strangers?  It really is a “puzzlement!” when that happens, isn’t it?  I mean, you’ve never met them, and vice-versa, so why are they being so rude to you, when all you did was walk into the room?  You had been in a great mood prior to meeting up with the one type of person you never wanted to meet in this life–the dreaded nasty grump! 

   Well, what I plan on talking about in this blog has to do with something similar to that, but is even more of a “puzzlement!”–as well as downright heartbreaking when you are told that, due to seemingly asking “too many questions!”, someone tells you that you will not be allowed to take a class in order to learn about the Church you’ve longed to belong to since you were 18.  The way to that dream had always seems elusive, but after that, it seemed impossible.  However, this was the last time, or so you’d thought.   You were finally going to go through with taking the classes, then actually becoming a full-fledged member!  You still lived with some nagging trepidation about leaving one form of the Christian faith, and linking up with another one that was so looked down upon and despised by other fellow Christians. 

      However, in spite of all of the road blocks that seemed to jump out and in your way for decades, this time you were going to go through with it–after all, looking back over the decades, all the way back to when you were 18, and you honestly believed the Lord was the one behind your love for this particular denomination, this time you weren’t going to let anything come between you and finally finding the answers to what you fully believed to be the Lord’s calling–you still had some rather severe questions, yet you felt confident that, once asked, they would be answered satisfactorily, and they would then be out of the way once and for all.

   Therefore, imagine how surprised you were to find out that it would be nothing of the sort, and that you would be banned from taking those catechism classes.  Yet, that wasn’t the worst of it.  The worst of it would be hearing a complete stranger ‘inform’ you that, due to you alone, your family had wanted nothing to do with you at all after your son’s death.  That, from the lips of this complete stranger, you heard that you were to blame for all the strife that had come between you and this particular branch of your family, and that you really were ‘crazy’, and in need of being placed in a psychiatric institution–that you were a liar, who was so completely disruptive through the questions you’d asked about the faith you wished to belong to, that it had been ‘decided’ that you were not to be allowed to take those classes.  Would you be shocked at hearing those lies about yourself coming from the lips of someone whom you’d never met in your life?  Would you almost feel as though you were in an episode of “The Twilight Zone”, yet no one had told you about it?   And, to make things worse, you weren’t even going to get paid for being in it! 

   So, there you sat on this gorgeous, sunny afternoon, mouth agape at hearing that type of ugly, gossipy nonsense coming out of the mouth of this Church official–the one who had invited you over to the Church via email, to speak to you–you had envisioned him to be someone in whom you could trust to help answer your questions.  You had been expecting him to be kind, and helpful.  Instead, guess what?!  Plus, what he was saying about you he could not possibly have even come close to knowing unless he’d been speaking to others within that ‘branch’ of your family tree—you know, the ones who seemed to hate you for no good reason, and you could never figure out why–the ones who must be gossiping about you even with someone like this Church official whom you’d never met, nor heard of, until that fateful afternoon. 

      You heard the distortions, the outright lies, the twisted view of you that you recognized as needing to have it’s origin in someone who hated you far more than you ever thought possible in your life–yet, here the lies were being repeated back to you by this total stranger, as though they were all true, and that he’d believed every, single word of those damnable, baseless lies, and had sentenced you to ‘death’ without even so much as a trial!  So, in complete shock at what this man is saying to you, and after he’d called you a liar to your face, when you’d tried to explain about the two priests who’s YouTube channel you’d come across, who had been behind why you’d asked what you did about ‘the seat of Peter’ being ‘vacant’–you had only needed someone to explain what in the world those two, apparently renegade, priests had been talking about–yet, there is this stranger suddenly telling you that you are lying, that there really had been no two priests, etc.!  

   Then, as you ask him if he’d actually read the emails that you’d written to the head of the class, asking him for his help in clearing up your questions, he exclaims that he has–yet, you could tell just from what he’d been saying that he had not read all of them–he’d stopped prior to reading the one in which you’d let the class instructor know that everything was ok, that you’d finally done enough research on your own so that your questions had been answered–but, the one who’s calling you this “Trouble-maker!” [his very words about you] is now sitting there, lying to you about having read them all!  So, you quickly rise to your feet, mumble something about how you’re going to ‘stay a Lutheran!’, then you turn and walk out the door as fast as you can, and you call for your spouse to please come and pick you up–that you’ll be walking down the other side of that road, but you just feel this dire need to get off that Church’s property as quickly as your legs can carry you!

  Ever have one of those days?  Well, I pray you never have, nor ever will!  It would break your heart, as well as freeze your mind in place, due to seeming so surreal!  Your puzzlement would last for hours-in-to-days, with questions swirling through your head day and night.  You demanded answers to be found among the facts of what you’d just been through, and you knew the answers were there, among those facts surrounding what happened.  You simply needed to sift through it all to find them. 

   However, the worst thing of all is the fact that now you have been literally banned from taking those classes you needed so badly, as well as from having any of your concerns about conversion answered by those giving the classes–it seemed as though the way to converting had just been successfully blocked to you, and it shocked you to your very core!  You realized that the story of your journey to joining that Church was a very long, and detailed one, and that you believed the Lord had been with you the entire way, helping you cope with disappointments, with misunderstandings, as well as with fears that would well up inside your heart due to the awful things that you’d been told about that Church by fellow believers.  Yet, you had the memory of how you fully believed that the Lord Himself had helped you feel such love, and sense of belonging, for and with that particular denomination, way back when you were so young. 

      That He also was behind the love that welled up inside your heart each time you’d even think about that Church, and how you longed to be among it’s parish members, being able to finally feel like a part of the earthly family of Christ.  Yet, you could never quite get there over the years, and the reasons are manifold, and even complicated.  You’d never given up hope, though, that sooner or later He’d be able to help you overcome what stood in your way, so you could finally become a part of the Church you seemed to even love, without knowing a thing about it, so long ago. 

   Yet, in spite of everything you’d had to deal with that had kept you from becoming a member of that denomination, you’d still kept that hope alive–but, at that awful moment you realized that another obstacle had just landed between you and your dream, and this time it was far more serious than anything had ever been before.  This time someone was telling you not only that you were ‘crazy’, but that you also were a liar, and worst of all–a “Trouble-maker!”–who was being forbidden the chance to become a member of that particular branch of the family of God and Christ.  Now, what do you do?!  How do you go about being able to clear your name, and ‘set the record straight’?!  You are so traumatized over what happened that you can’t even think clearly, let alone make any plans to clear everything up.  You see that your hopes and dreams about it all have suddenly landed at your feet after being tossed back into your face, and the shock, dismay and deep-down hurt seems like the end of the world, as though you’ll never be able to overcome things this time around.  It’s all over. 

   Yet, you finally realize that, since:

“All things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to His purpose.”[Romans 8:28 KJV]

That, even though things seemed about as bleak as they could ever be, you still had to remember the words of God within that verse, and trust the Lord had good answers for what had just happened, and that He would make it all work out for the best in the end. 

   So, you remember to “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding”[Proverbs 3:5 KJV], in spite of wanting so desperately to find a way to clear things up somehow, and charge forward in your attempt to reach what has always been your goal.  Yet, there you sit, so many years later, still haunted by what had happened that fateful afternoon, with still no answers in sight as to how to remedy the situation.  You’re still considered a “Trouble-maker!” by the local Church, so going ‘over their heads’, and finding a way around it all by seeking out another Church in some other area within the state, or within a neighboring one, almost seems too, too daunting–and, the explaining that you know you would be facing all makes finding a path into the Church way too tough a ‘row to hoe’–you’ve already met with the world’s worst heartache after your son was killed in the war in Afghanistan, then having that particular ‘branch’ of your family seemingly reject you–how in the world does one overcome an obstacle as daunting as this hate filled slander?! 

      Also–could the Lord possibly be showing you that He has other plans for you, and they do not include your becoming a member of that particular denomination, no matter how much you’ve set your heart on doing so?   If so, then why in the world did that love ever grow inside your heart the way it did, beginning back when you had even decided to be an atheist after encountering a persistent but sweet elderly lady who told you the Lord had told her to witness to you about Him?  You didn’t want to be rude to such a sweet elderly lady, but you just couldn’t accept what she was telling you about Him, so you announced that you were going to become an atheist, so she would leave you alone–but, then, as you picked up the phone to call your mother, who was at work, you found yourself inexplicably saying to yourself, “Oh, is God ever going to be mad at me now!”, and then finding yourself ducking as though to miss an invisible smack against your noggin! The whole thing was just so confusing to you!

      You can chuckle about it all now, so many decades later, because some of what you went through back then all does seem so sweet, so innocent due to how young you were, and how ‘unchurched’ you were, due to never really having attended any denomination your entire young life.  Yet, you are no longer young, and you’re feeling left on the outside, looking in, and it’s about as heart wrenching as it could ever get, right then.  With no real answers in sight, no end to this misery appearing ‘on the horizon’ for you.  The Lord still has not helped to find a suitable conclusion–not within your heart, at least.  Maybe the end of the dream might be the real conclusion after all, but you simply have not recognized it for what it is–not just a temporary ‘road block’, but a permanent one instead?  If so, then, why-oh-why does your heart still ache, and the longing to belong still well up inside? 

“But the angel of the Lord stood in a path of the vineyards, a wall being on this side, and a wall on that side.”[Numbers 22:24 KJV]

   Not linking yourself to Balaam or anything, since he was the reason the Lord stood there in his way that time, and refused to allow him to pass by, but those words in that verse do seem to be apropos–could they really be the answer as to why you can’t seem to find a path to joining that Church, after all?  If so, then, quite possibly you need to stop ‘beating’ your poor little ‘donkey’ of a dream, and check to see if the Lord truly isn’t why no forward motion towards that Church seems possible for you.  Perhaps.  Maybe.  Ok.  *sigh* 

We’ll see–time will tell, as they say…

     

“Of all the seasons, I love Fall best of all!” I’m so glad it’s finally here!

       

  “Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into a friend.”  ~Martin Luther King Jr.~

                                                                                                                                                    
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*Spoken by Yul Brenner, in the movie, “The King and I”.

 

 

“Apparently, Hell Hath No Fury…”

August 21, 2017

“Monday’s child is fair of face…”   

 

“…like our country scorned.”   

  “Be ye angry and sin not: let not the sun go down upon your wrath….”{Ephesians 4:26 KJV}

    

Source: News.com.au BURIED deep beneath the Montana soil in America’s northwest are 150 giant Minuteman III nuclear missiles — locked, loaded and ready to go. They are 20 times more powerful than the atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima and can reach any target on the planet in half an hour. They stand ready to be…

via A rare glimpse at America’s super nukes: ‘hell and fury’ that can reach North Korea in 30 minutes — Caravan To Midnight

“Turn us again, O Lord God of hosts…”

  “…cause thy face to shine;
and we shall be saved.” {Psalm 80:19 AKJV}

May 17, 2017

“Wednesday’s child is full of woe…”   

  

     “…for God is love.”  {1 John 4:8 AKJV}

     Today, I honestly believe that the current administration in Washington D.C. made a terrible error when it allowed a ‘Special Prosecutor” to be appointed to investigate this administration’s possible “Russia ties”, and possible “Russian collusion” between the current president, and those in the Russian govt. As well as to investigate whether the current president ever asked any favor from the fired former FBI director, vis-a-vis the FBI’s investigation of Gen. Flynn.  Did the president try and dissuade the former FBI director from pursuing the investigation of his friend, Gen. Flynn?  And, if so, why didn’t the former FBI director ever report that fact, since it’s such an egregious, if not outright criminal, act on the president’s part?  Hmmmm….

     The reason I believe the Republicans made a possible fatal error in allowing the ‘Special Prosecutor’ to be appointed is due to why they did it–to try and defuse, or placate, the hateful people in the opposing camp, whose hatred of this president seems to have burned a hole straight through their brains, as well as having completely incinerated their hearts, if they ever had hearts to begin with.  However, their hatred really has nothing at all to do with the president as a person, even though they loathe him as being uncouth.  Instead, I claim that it has everything to do with the president’s stated objective, which is the one that caused him to win the election last November–his desire to ‘Drain the Swamp’ in D.C.–to rid the govt. of the corruption that has managed to steal not just our money, but the moral character of most of those working there.  

     Call it the battle between the God-fearing & the God-dissing, or the battle between the Righteous & the Libertines, and you’d be right on track.  The battle, however, is not a political one.  The Libertines are merely using politics to try and gain their beloved goals.  Their goals are dubious at best, and include free sex, free lunch, and free money, to put it bluntly–they are all about ‘free’ dom, possibly better spelled ‘freedumb’–however, they are unaware of what they will get if they win this battle.  Their ‘prize’ will have nothing to do with freedom of any kind.  Their ‘prize’ will end up being communism, this is definitely the year for it, since the Russians found out the hard way about what they weren’t fighting for, once they’d ousted the Czar–the iron shackles of heartless communism, and the year was 1917–a hundred years ago.  Wow.  Evil always dazzles it’s victims with tantalizing ‘goodies’, yet always puts them in a near-fatal choke-hold, in the end.  

    I just wish the Republicans would learn that you can’t quell the Libertines[both those clearly on the left among the democrats, as well as those hiding among those on the right, among the republicans] as easily as that–they are the Swamp creatures whom the president told us he would rid us of, and they are after blood now, and won’t stop until they accomplish their hate-filled goal, by hook or by crook, and most likely by the latter.  They are like sharks, and once they sensed the blood in the water–a weakness in the Trump admin–they will now not stop until they’ve completely devoured his administration, period.  

          That’s what people who’ve, consciously or unconsciously, thrown in with the devil are like–vicious to the core–those among the democrats even booed God at their last political convention.  God throws them over to a “reprobate mind” eventually, since they refuse to hear the Truth when it’s given to them.  They claim to ‘love’, yet their hearts are so filled with hatred that love is the last thing they practice.  I’m talking about the Love that comes from God Almighty, the One who forgives, who binds up the wounds, who protects His own, who reaches out to the lost among us to help them find their salvation in His Son, Jesus.  Not the love that the world practices–the ‘sometimes’ love, doled out only to those deemed ‘worthy’ of it–that’s  not love, that’s demonic in nature.

16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”[John 3:16 AKJV]

        Now, I have my doubts about Jonathan  Cahn, and whether he is a genuine believer in Christ as his Lord and Savior, or if he’s merely an impostor, who’s loyalty lies with the free masons.  However, his explanation concerning the ways of God as found in what he terms God’s ‘harbingers’, or God’s warnings to people prior to leveling them with His judgments against their terrible sins, is extremely interesting, and uplifting to hear.  Cahn reminds us that, no matter how bleak things might look, God is always the one in control of everything, and that nothing ever happens without His knowledge, or permission.

 

       “33 O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!” {Romans 11:33 AKJV}

Amen. 

   ““Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches

                                                                                                                                      

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LA Marzulli is sooo right about this…

Political satirist Bill Maher has been criticized for making an incest joke about Ivanka Trump and her father on his show. Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-4480928/Bill-Maher-makes-incest-joke-Ivanka-Trump.html#ixzz4gUbPzXPS FCC chairman Ajit Pai said that his agency will be looking into complaints made against Stephen Colbert for what some labeled a homophobic joke about President Donald Trump. http://variety.com/2017/tv/news/fcc-stephen-colbert-donald-trump-1202410837/ Commentary & Analysis by L. A. Marzulli Can you […]

via The Foul-Mouthed-Crude and Vulgar Left- A Prophetic Sign… — L.A. Marzulli’s Blog

May 8, 2017

“Monday’s child is fair of face…”   

           

 

  Mr. Marzulli can see what more of us need to see these days–that human behavior is becoming more and more extreme in it’s offensiveness, and, both verbally, and physically, violent.  And, he can also see the reason for it, that many more of us desperately need to see as well.  He points out that it’s due to a kind of lawlessness that seems to be permeating our world right now, and it’s only picking up steam over time, not becoming less and less.  Along with wholesale deception, lawlessness is one of the Hallmarks of the end of this age, referred to as the Age of God’s Grace towards men[which includes woman-kind, too, in case anyone took offense    ].  

      Once this age is finished, only 7 years will remain for those still living here on the earth to repent of their sins, and place their faith in Jesus as Lord and Savior, so they can be counted among the members of the Body of Christ, which is His Church.  Yet, if people need to find Jesus during the last 7 years, they will be in grave danger of facing death for their faith in Him, more so than ever before in history.  That’s why so many of us are so desperate to help those who still do not know Christ as their Lord and Savior, to do so prior to the close of the age.  Very many of the unbelievers know ‘what time it is’, and they can sense something horrible is heading this way, and some are sincerely trying to find out what it is that’s causing their feelings of deep-down dread.  

     I can only hope and PRAY that, if they are genuinely wanting to find the truth of things, that God will lead them to His Son Jesus, who is actually Lord over all, and who died in our place on that cross, so that all who place their faith in Him will live for eternity with Him–and, when He does, that they will believe, to the salvation of their souls.  Then, instead of the terrible dread that had been stalking them of late, that dread will be replaced with the Joy of the Lord, and with His Peace:

“Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.”[John 14:27 AKJV]

[The Lord Jesus’s peace is not as the world understands ‘peace’, but it’s the Peace of God, that only the Lord can give to one of us.]  

   Keep in mind this little ditty that might sound too simplistic, but it actually hits the ‘nail on the head’, literally:

“Know Jesus, Know Peace.

No Jesus, No Peace”

     Seriously.

 

   

   

 

   “Man must cease attributing his problems to his environment, and learn again to exercise his will – his personal responsibility in the realm of faith and morals.” ~Albert Schweitzer~

                                                                                                                                              

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