Don’t talk about God with His children?

 

Does anyone else find it odd that Christians hardly ever hold conversations about God? We talk about ourselves all the time.
Here’s how most Christian conversations go…
“I’m busy…” “People are bad…” “I’m stressed…” “I don’t have time…” “I enjoy life…” “They should do better…” “I like sports…” “Pray for her…” “I don’t understand…” “The weather is nice…” “The Bible doesn’t say that…” “I don’t like that music…” “The sermons too…” “It’s too hot/cold…” “My work…” “My kids…” “My vacation…” “I’m tired…” “I’m sick…” “I’m angry…” “I’m happy…” “I think…” “But…” “That doesn’t apply to me…” “If they would only…” “I can’t…” “I won’t…” “I don’t care…” (Eye rolling, shoulder shrugging, sarcastic grin)

How often do you talk about what God wants; what God can do; what God is doing?

How often do you tell others you love God and you’re seeking to live a life that pleases Him?

How often do you think about Him during your day? By think about Him, I mean think about how you can best please and serve Him; how you can introduce others to Him?

How often do you listen to sermons and consider God instead of the speaker; consider how God would have you respond; how He would have you live?

How often does your consideration lead to change in your life?

Who is this Christianity thing about? Be honest, is it about you or Him according to your thoughts, actions, and conversations?

Is this about the kind of person I am, or is it about God?

Read this one passage and use all of your heart to answer that question honestly…

 

33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. 34 Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.(Matthew 6:33-34)

 

Does something need to change? Should God be our number one priority, or is this all about us
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God’s Time

To understand a moment we must have an eternal perspective. You may be going through something painful that seems like it will never end. You may find little comfort in the idea that “weeping may endure for a night”, because you’ve wept for so long now. Have faith through your pain that God’s Word is true. He does not see time as we see time. In light of eternity our entire lives are only a moment. God is able to give you joy and peace to endure the hardships of this life. He knows your pain and He’s able to comfort you. That’s not all. There will come a time when He will wipe away the tears. A time when He will surround you with love and goodness that cannot be taken from you. Let His promises fill you with hope. No matter what sufferings we experience in this life they will not be worthy of consideration in the next. Faith in what’s to come is what gives us joy for whatever comes today.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.(Psalm 30:5)

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False Accusations

The word devil means backbitter. It can refer to someone who falsely accuses others. Why would the devil need to falsely accuse us when we are sinful?

First, I think he spends most of his time falsely accusing God. He wants us to believe that God is evil, unjust, or unloving. He wants us to think that we’re too far gone to find God’s love.

Second, he falsely accuses us because he can’t judge us by our hearts. Thankfully God sees all of us. He knows our intentions; the reasons behind our actions. He knows our every flaw, sickness, and weakness.

Finally, God knows the perfection of the one who was truly, falsely accused. The devil can’t accept that we’ve been made righteous through the resurrection of Jesus Christ. Don’t live under the burden of the devil’s accusations. Live in the freedom that Jesus has purchased. The devil says you’re guilty and condemned and Jesus says you’re pardoned and set free.

For the word of God is quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart.(Hebrews 4:12)

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It’s Time to Press On

I took a break from the news cycle after the election. I’m really disappointed to see the reaction of many Americans. When we conservatives don’t get our way we press on.

We press on when babies are murdered by the thousands. We reach out to mothers and we pray but we press on. When we’re forced to participate in ceremonies that are directly opposed to our religious views we press on. We stand up for our selves. We take our cases to court but we press on. When our jobs are shipped over seas we press on. When we’re told that we must lose more jobs because of global warming we press on. When we’re forced to participate in a failing healthcare system, which we were lied to about, we press on. When our President mocks our nation in front of other leaders we press on. When the EPA is armed and tells us what we can and can’t do on private property we press on. When every gun owner is blamed for every gun crime we press on. When the government adopts liberal policies and literature in our public schools we press on. And on. And on. And on.

Many more conservatives than liberals believe this is one Nation Under God. Our ultimate hope is in Him. We consider ourselves to be accountable to Him for our actions. Many liberals have hate as their central motivator. Every time things do not go their way this hate comes out in actions that are destructive to our Republic.

It’s time to press on. We are one nation. Donald Trump will soon be your president. It doesn’t surprise me that those who claim God isn’t God would claim the President isn’t the President.

Many liberals are Christians. They’ll press on. Regardless of your religious affiliation  you need to deal with reality. This is a country for the people by the people. Use your energy to do good. Let your voice be heard and let your common sense be demonstrated.

Mark 3:24 says, “And if a kingdom be divided against itself, that kingdom cannot stand.” You don’t have to be a Christian or a Bible scholar to understand this truth. We can’t be successful if we’re divided. I wholeheartedly disagree with most liberal viewpoints. However, I do understand your worries and concerns. I pray you’ll find peace in something more than our government. Peace that will help you to press on.

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A White Pastor’s Dealings with Police Officers- Black Lives Matter

The first time I was arrested I was fourteen years old. I went to hang out at the Eastdale Mall in Montgomery, Alabama with two of my friends. We wound up playing around in a department store. At some point we became separated. I spotted a step ladder and thought it’d be a good way to find them. I climbed up and looked for them but they were no where in sight. This turned out to be a much worse idea than you’d expect.

While we were separated my friends decided they’d get a five finger discount on some jewelry. Shortly we were back together. Without warning security grabbed all three of us by the back of the our necks and dragged us into an office. I was terrified! I thought we were in trouble for playing around in the store.

When they pulled jewelry out of my friends pockets all I could think was, ‘My dad’s going to kill me!’ When the police arrived we were all three handcuffed and arrested. I was so upset. I wasn’t on the same floor as they where when they stole the jewelry. I hadn’t done anything.

The store didn’t see it that way. They said I was a lookout because I climbed the ladder. Apparently they thought we were criminal masterminds with a well thought out plan.

A few months later I was hanging out at the mall by myself. If you’re by yourself and you don’t do anything wrong you can’t get in trouble. I had learned my lesson. That’s what I thought anyway.

I was minding my own business when suddenly a police officer grabbed me by the back of the neck. Apparently this is the preferred method for nabbing teenagers. He snatched me around and dragged me to his car. He told me to put my hands on the car. I asked why. He said, “Shut up and do what I say”. I was again terrified.

He proceeded to frisk me. He asked what school I went to and I answered. He said he couldn’t hear me, so I told him again. This time he yelled for me to speak up. I yelled back so he’d hear me. He didn’t like that. He hit me so hard on the back of my neck I felt an electric jolt run down my spine. The pain was intense. I fought off the urge to cry.

He finally told me I matched the description of someone who’d went into a hallway and turned the power off to a store in the mall. He handcuffed me and took me downtown. He didn’t bother to ask a witness or review the malls video. Remember, I was a fourteen year old kid.

I hadn’t committed a crime, but I had long hair and I wore an old t-shirt and jeans. I looked like I might have done it, and that was enough for the officer who assaulted and arrested me.

When I was fifteen years old some of my friends and I were walking to one of their houses. It was after dark. A policeman pulled up and told all of us to put our hands on his car. We were all frisked.

I was placed in handcuffs and told to sit in the back of the car. I asked why I was being arrested and I was told to be quiet. The officer drove me to a nearby house where a bloody 20 year old who was twice my size was sittings on his front porch steps.

The officer asked him if I was the one who beat him up. They bloody guy looked at me and then looked at him like he was dumb and said no it’s not. I saw him a week later. He said besides the long hair I didn’t look anything like the person he described to the police. The guy who beat him up was twenty five years old and twice his size.

Another time I was driving in Graceville, Florida. I was pulled over. I was driving my first car. It was a piece of junk to say the least. It had bolts sticking up from the hood holding it in place. I was sixteen, and it was all I could afford.

The officer approached me and I asked if I had done something wrong. He didn’t answer. He just proceeded to walk around the car and make me turn on and off every light. It was so embarrassing. He pulled me over because my car was old and beat up. I’m pretty sure that’s not probable cause. When he saw all the lights worked he just got in his car and left.

When I was seventeen years old, I got a call that my brother had attempted suicide. This was in Donaldsonville, Georgia. I was on a date with my girlfriend. We rushed to hospital. A doctor came out and explained they were pumping my brothers stomach to remove the pills he’d taken. He also told me my brother would be sent to a psychiatric hospital that night to get the help he needed.

When I went in the room to see my brother there were two officers with him. When he saw me he began to beg me to take him home. I was heartbroken. My girlfriend was standing there so I was trying to hold back the tears. This wasn’t a normal teenage dating experience. It was devastating.

One of the officers looked up at me with a scowl and said I was the sorriest excuse for a brother he’d ever seen. He said if that were his brother he’d take him home. I wanted to take my brother home. I wanted to help him. The officers words made me angry, hurt, and embarrassed. If he hadn’t been a police officer I would’ve hit him. I felt powerless to do anything. My dad had been a police officer. I’d been taught to respect them.

When I was eighteen I was pulled over near Lake Seminole for speeding. The officer was a state trooper. He questioned me for ten minutes about why I was on probation. I had been smoking a cigarette when he pulled me over. I guess I just looked like a thug to him. I wasn’t on probation for anything. He was using his authority to try and intimidate me.

When I was nineteen I was pulled over by a sherif’s officer near Lake Seminole. This time for a blown taillight. The officer immediately asked my friend and I to get out of the vehicle. He then proceeded to search it with no probable cause. He didn’t find anything. There was nothing to find. I asked him if he could give me a warning for the taillight. He laughed and said, “Nope.”

When I was twenty I was with some friends drinking a beer in a parking lot in Tallahassee, Florida. Tallahassee has a city ordinance that states that you can’t have an open container within 500 feet of a closing establishment that serves alcohol. There was a bar closing across the street, so this was the law he used to approach me.

You’d think he walked up to me, informed me of the city ordinance, and ask for identification. That’s not what happened.

Three police cars rushed into the parking lot and every officer got out guns drawn. They shouted for me to put down the beer and place my hands on my head.

One officer grabbed me, shoved me onto his car, and frisked me. At this point all of the other officers were looking confused. I don’t know what he’d told them to get them to respond that way, but they were all surprised by what was happening, or maybe by what was not happening.

Remember, all he knows I’ve done at this point is violate a city ordinance. He gave me a breathalyzer and it didn’t register. I had only taken one sip of the beer. I don’t even like beer. I was just being cool. I was also breaking the law. I take full responsibility for that. After he looked at my ID he placed under arrest for underage consumption of alcohol.

All of the other officers literally pleaded with him to give me a warning and let me go home. He refused and sent me to jail for the night. The officers at the jail mocked the female officer who brought me there. She assured them it wasn’t her decision. Why did he respond that way? Maybe he was having a bad day?

When I was 22 years old someone stole my debit card and spent all my money. This happened in Dothan, Alabama. I called the police department and asked what I should do about making a report. They said they’d send an officer to my house.

When he arrived he got out of his car with his hand on his gun. Not a normal hand relaxing on his gun an I’m about to shoot somebody hand on his gun. With his lip curled up he angrily asked if I was the one who called the police. I reluctantly said yes. He sarcastically asked why. I told him the situation.

He proceeded to tell me it was impossible for someone to use my debit card unless I’d given them my PIN number. The whole time he took the report he made remarks insinuating I was lying. I felt like I was on trail for being robbed.

When I was 35 years old I was pulled over again for speeding. This time it was in Eufaula, Alabama by a State Trooper.
When I saw the officers lights I pulled into a parking lot, rolled down my window, turned off the vehicle, placed my hands on the steering wheel and waited for the officer to approach.

When he got to the window he said he should arrest me for felony evading of an officer. I was dumbfounded. I asked why? He told me I had no right to be on the road I was on. He said I was trying to run from him. Never mind the fact that my mother in law lives on that road. I was on the way to to pick up my kids from her when he stopped me.

He then refused to accept my proof of insurance. He wrote me a ticket for not having proof of insurance and speeding. I went to court to fight these charges and he was arrogant enough to repeat that I had no right to be on that road. The judge informed him that I was a citizen of the United States and I could be on any public road I pleased. I was found not guilty on all charges.

This one is about my mother. It took me longer to get over this than any of the others. When I was fifteen years old one of my sisters friends accused one of my brothers friends of raping her while they were both at our house.

Later that week my mother was home alone when the police kicked in the door. Remember, the accused didn’t even live at my house. My mom was using the restroom at the time. She screamed in fear at the sound of the door being kicked in and all the people running into the house. They then kicked in the restroom door and dragged her off the toilet. They refused to allow her to pull up her pants before they threw her on the floor. Remember again, they were looking for a teenage boy that didn’t live there. This story still upsets me.

The girl later admitted she had willingly slept with the accused. She said her mom knew she had slept with someone. She was afraid she’d get in trouble, so she said he had raped her.

If my stories seem petty to you go back and read them as if they were in the news today. This time imagine that the “criminal” was a black person. Imagine that was a black mother in her home terrified and humiliated. Would you be tempted to scream racism?

I’m not comparing my stories to the deaths that have taken place. I’m pointing out that if we’re not careful we’ll lump every situation into the same group. If we make that mistake how will we fix the real issues? How will we deal with the real problems.

Despite the liberal lie that all whites are racist, we’re not. Despite the conservative lie that all BLM supporters are thugs and trouble makers they’re not. Despite some who call themselves BLM claiming all police are bad they’re not.

Shouldn’t we desire that all people will be treated equally? That everyone will have a voice and be heard? Can’t equality be achieved more effectively by unity than by division?

Black lives matter. Can any decent person dispute the validity of that statement? I’m not talking about the anarchist actions of some individuals. I’m taking about the truth in the statement Black Lives Matter. Shouldn’t the same principles apply to blue lives matter, and all lives matter?

Many who support BLM don’t want the importance of equality to get lost in the mix. They want to take this opportunity to draw attention to real issues that many Americans face daily. Shouldn’t we as Americans stand with those who support BLM as a tool to bring about equality? Wouldn’t the greater good of our nation be undergirded if we applauded every effort to bring about liberty and justice for all. Shouldn’t we all believe in that great pledge?

There’s one Creator. One mankind. I support all that’s good about BLM. For those of us who believe we’re “One Nation Under God” can we do any less? Let’s stop the hate. Let’s look beyond our simplistic rhetoric. Let’s join those with good intentions and drown out hate no matter on which side it rears its ugly head.

“I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”

(Bellamy, Francis. “The Pledge of Allegiance”. Art Evans Productions, 1971.)

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Angel Showing Off

These were taken in Blakely, GA about a week ago. They’re all the same cloud a few seconds apart. Looks like he’s having fun!

Ah Lord God! behold, thou hast made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too hard for thee. (Jeremiah 32:17)

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Anorexia & the Sanctity of Human Life

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I’ll tell you what, you’ve never watched a presidential debate until you’ve watched one in a bar with a bunch of Europeans on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.

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I promise, I’m not getting political…

But let’s just say, they don’t mince words about how they really feel about Trump and Hillary. The term “Satan’s Spawn” was definitely used….and I’ll let you decide who they were referring to.

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ANYWHO.

I sat down to write this post tonight, and I felt like I needed to update you on my date, but honestly, after watching the debate tonight, and everything that has gone on this weekend, from Hurricane Matthew, to the shooting in Chicago, to the political climate, I just felt like…there are more important things to talk about than my love life….

So, to answer that first question, I had a lovely time on my date. Truly. He had me laughing…

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Blessings and Fried Chicken

Sharing the truth from God’s Word is sometimes like telling a child there’s no Santa Clause or like telling an adult their dog died. Seriously. People make the same face and everything.

There’s nothing fun about being the person to have to tell someone those things. People say that you shouldn’t feel bad for telling the truth. When you care about the people you’re telling the truth to, and the truth hurts, then you feel bad. It’s called being human.

Pastors who can preach the full truth of God’s Word and not feel bad probably don’t love people the way they should. There’s always those who already know the dog died or Santa isn’t real. They pat you on the back and thank you for telling everyone else. They also give you that look that says, ‘I’m glad it was you that told them and not me!’

Warning! I may be about to hurt your feelings. Christianity isn’t all about God’s blessings and fried chicken. It’s about repentance. It’s about sacrifice. It’s about the lost, the lonely, the addicted, it’s about the difficult things in life. It’s about dying to self. Does that sound fun?

Preaching is a difficult and often times painful process. Those who are doing the preaching are equally human and yet held to a higher standard than those who are listening. We know our own faults and we’re entrusted with God’s truths.

We have to do all this while some who claim to be pastors ignore and water down the truth. Making it all the more difficult to help people understand the truth. Should you feel sorry for your pastor? No. It’s the greatest privilege on earth to be entrusted with God’s Word. Those who are called to preach could do nothing else.

You should pray for your pastor. You should encourage your pastor to preach the full counsel of God’s Word. You should allow the truth to change your heart and mind. You shouldn’t judge your pastor by how good you feel when you leave.

We need more men to preach the truth. We need more believers who are willing to live out the truth. There’s a false Americanized gospel that’s leading to a decline in morals, discipleship, and baptisms. A decline in the knowledge of the truth.

Please pray for your pastor. Pray he will be bold. Pray he will speak the truth in love. Pray he will not speak half truths just to be loved by men.

Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints; And for me, that utterance may be given unto me, that I may open my mouth boldly, to make known the mystery of the gospel. (Ephesians 6:18-19)

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Why I’m Voting for Trashy Trump

So the latest vulgar rantings of Trump have been released. Read about it here.  Everyone’s screaming that it’s the end of his campaign. Trump detractors are on social media screaming for supporters to try and justify him this time.

The truth is there will be no reasonable justification. His comments are disgusting. They prove he’s as trashy as men come. He’s most likely said and done much worse than this.

The releasing of this conversation may be they very thing that puts Clinton over the top. It just doesn’t change anything for me. I never thought that Trump was a gentleman. I never thought he was a spokesman for purity or even decency.

I’m voting for Trashy Trump because I believe that his economic principles are more sound than Clintons. I’m voting for him because I believe we’ll be safer with him as president. I’m voting for him because I believe our religious rights are in danger. Don’t misunderstand. I don’t think he’s religious. I’m voting for him because it’s him or her.

I happen to find her stance on many issues to be just as disgusting as his filthy comments. There’s one in particular. Her stance on life. Or, should I say her stance on death. The death of millions of innocent children. Human beings that have the right to live. Human beings that are being killed by the very person they should be able to trust most.

I’m disgusted by the idea of a Trump presidency. I’m terrified by the idea of a Hillary presidency. The Supreme Court is the supreme issue in this election. Not only will Hillary appoint justices that would be pro abortion she’d also apoint justices that would be anti-religious freedom.

I can’t and I don’t want to justify Trump’s comments. I wish there was a viable option. There’s not. Trump’s attitude about women goes against everything I believe is right. Hilary’s stance on many issues goes against everything I believe is right. As unpopular as it may be, I still find her stance on the killing of the unborn to be equally as disgusting as his comments. He will not pass laws to give men the right to grope women. She will pass laws to make it easier to kill children. #TrashyTrump2016

Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. 6 In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. (Proverbs 3:5-6)

 

 

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