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Not long ago and not far away, I got lost in central Indiana along with my parents. We were in my rental car, driving to Hanover, Indiana from Nashville, Indiana. The night was dark — of course — and the hour was late. We were eager to get home earlier than the previous night. We’d made the same drive from Nashville to Hanover in the same car at almost the same time of night. We’d had no problem getting from point A to point B. On Friday evening after attending the play HEROES at the Brown County Playhouse, we drove east on Hwy. 46 to discover the entrance and exit at I-65 was closed. We took Hwy. 11 south to a flashing light — or perhaps a stop light — and turned right there to find a more southerly entrance to I-65. The rest was a breeze. On Saturday night, we made the same turn south on Hwy. 11 in that the I-65 entrance was still closed. When we reached the flashing light, we turned right. Somehow, even though we were watching for I-65 we either went over it or under it without seeing it. We wound up on the west side of the interstate and on Hwy. 58 west. I suggested we’d missed the interstate and that we might want to turn around. But we didn’t. We drove into corn fields. Yes, we make crop circles. We drove through Mount Healthy — I didn’t even see a town! Then we drove through Waymansville — again, I didn’t notice a town. We reached a small county road called Seymour Road and since Seymour is a city which lies along I-65 we turned left to take Seymour Road hopefully to Seymour. My mother got her iPhone, brought up its trusty compass. She began to tell me, “We’re going south, oh, now we’re going east, now we’ve turned a little north…” Looking at a map of Bartholomew County, Indiana one can see that Seymour Road wiggles and actually dead ends in what appears to be a neighborhood. However, other branches of other roads come off the small highway. Eventually we must have reached Hwy. 11 which crosses I-65 from east to west in a southerly direction. We turned right — south — on Hwy. 11, reached Hwy. 50, turned left on it and drove right up to I-65, taking it south toward Hanover. Somewhere in the corn fields, we were abducted by aliens.
A post near and dear to my heart from my blog: GRACE PARTAKERS.
Stephen King stirred me with his tweet about the odd behavior of some evangelical Christians — an almost schizophrenic behavior. Supposedly evangelicals believe God is love and know Jesus warned not to prevent children from coming to Him. Jesus said something akin to “better to put a giant grinding stone around your neck and fling yourself into the sea than to keep one of these kids from getting close to Me.” Yet, some evangelical ( or fundamentalist or conservative Christians ) are up in arms to keep destitute, desperate South American children from crossing our borders.
Well, you might argue, that doesn’t keep these kids from coming to Christ. Really? Are you sure about that?
So, let’s look at another story Jesus told.
Remember the poor man who was fell upon by robbers along a road and left for dead? Remember the supposedly decent human beings who walked right by…
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If the Law ( or laws ) could make us holy, then Jesus would not have needed to die on the Cross. No state-appointed law is going to make us clean for Him. He is SO HOLY that we don’t stand a chance. If we could make ourselves holy, then Jesus died for nothing. I think Paul says that quite eloquently. At any rate, think on it. It IS extremely tempting to think that finger pointing and condemnation will make another person BETTER, but it doesn’t work. Only the BLOOD of JESUS CHRIST can make any one of us WHOLE again. Without Him, not one of us is CLEAN.
– Carley Evans, July 25th, 2013
Just wonderfully written!
At the bottom of enmity between strangers lies indifference. ~ Kierkegaard
“They have problems,” my wife notes as I pump our Ford’s tank full of fuel. I look the direction of her gaze to find a young lady holding an infant in one arm and a young child with the other hand. An obvious grandparent stands with them, she with the responsibility of guarding the empty gas container.
I tear the receipt from the pump and make my way back to the truck. “Do you need some help?” I start to respond but then realize my wife’s question is directed to the strangers on the sidewalk. “Desperately,” echoes back in the place of her interrogation.
Mind on our date night and far from TC’s conversation with strangers, I inwardly groan when I hear, “Can we buy you some gas?”
The life story begins; the story that is chiseling away at my…
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The foolish partridge sits on eggs in a nest which does not belong to her – she labours to bring forth fruit that is not her own and so she is a fool.
Yesterday, I listened to Donald Trump on NPR tell the Scots how to manage their energy. He also threatened that if they pursue the clean energy source, they will “go bankrupt.”
Mr. Trump has decided to use his nearly unlimited resources to sue indefinitely the Scottish government to keep wind technology from going up near his new golf course. If he prevails, Mr. Trump will singlehandedly manage to upset an entire country’s pursuit of cleaner energy. Additionally he will tie up taxpayer monies for years while Scots attempt to push this foolish partridge out of its nest.
9 The heart is perverse above all things, and unsearchable, who can know it?
10 I am the Lord who search the heart and prove the reins: who give to every one according to his way, and according to the fruit of his devices.
11 As the partridge hath hatched eggs which she did not lay: so is he that hath gathered riches, and not by right: in the midst of his days he shall leave them, and in his latter end he shall be a fool. ( Jeremias 17: 9-11, DRA )
Today I clapped my hand over my mouth and tears welled in my eyes as I heard the gay men’s choir burst into song. The song sung by the men was our national anthem, “The Star-Spangled Banner.” I was in my car, driving home from work, listening to NPR as I usually do. Some reporter was defending the positive nature of the coverage of the historical moment when “a group of people came together to grasp” its rights under the Constitution of the United States. No matter how you view marriage, that people who live in the United States are constitutionally protected is undeniable. (This is why babies should not be aborted, by the way. They each have a constitutional right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Those rights outweigh any parent’s right to privacy!)
Every citizen of the United States of America has a right to pursue happiness. If you don’t believe this is the truth within our system of government, then you may be more comfortable in a different country.
I heard someone say that the Supreme Court was “out of control.” I wondered, “And whose control is that?” God is always in control, so that argument fails right there.
That the Supreme Court is not controlled by religious zealots ought to make us thankful. If only Christians controlled members of the Supreme Court, then the constitution would be at risk. So many Americans do not subscribe to the Christian lifestyle or to its core belief – that Jesus Christ came to earth from heaven to die on a Cross in order to save the world. If the Supreme Court was controlled only by the Christian Right – the conservative membership – then many people would be denied their right to pursue happiness.
Why is it that Christians ( not all of us, mind you ) want to throw stones at particular groups of people? Why the enormous focus on homosexuals?
I ask this because I find it hypocritical that Christians accept divorce and marriage to another person as part of the fabric of our lives rather than viewing the remarriage as adultery ( in many cases, at any rate. ) Before you protest that I am judging; I’m not. I’m only saying what Jesus said, “Let him who is without sin throw the first stone.” I don’t know about you, but I find I always wind up opening my hand and allowing that stone to fall to the ground.
And so, today, I cried when I heard our national anthem sung by men ( this was a men’s choir, by the way ) who have finally gained a measure of equality in this – our great – nation. A citizen is a citizen, no matter how small. Thanks to Dr. Seuss.