The next time someone shows you Matt. 7:23 and claims that you can lose your salvation, just turn to John 10:25-30. Ask him in which scripture is Jesus lying? The one where he says "I know my sheep", or where he says, "...I never knew you; depart from me, ye that work iniquity"? So, as I see it, He couldn't "know" you at one time and then say, "I never knew you". So tell me, which time was He lying?
In John 10 he is responding to a question from some Jews. In Matthew 7 he is speaking to mulitudes, people from all around, not just his disciples.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I Got an Award!
Thanks to Deb at Deb's Country Kisses for the wonderful award. I appreciate her kindness. I am sorry, but I don't know how to do links yet, and I know only a few bloggers. Am I in trouble if I don't pass this along? :( I will study on this problem, I say, and maybe I can do the link thing soon.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Flower of the Family has internet problems
Just want to note that Julie is having internet problems. She wanted me to mention it so her "fans" don't give up on her!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Sniglets or Whatever...
Have been under the weather for a few days so I am cheating. Go to that guy's website (in last post) www.bertc.com and click on humor and then sniglets. Be aware that some of his stuff is a bit crude. He has some really interesting recipes (yuck).
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
BAD ANALOGIES, NO NO
Found this at the website below:
Bert Christensen's Truth & Humour Collection at bertc.com/bad_analogies
Bad Analogies and Metaphors
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a Guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one those boxes with a pinhole in it.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
"Oh, Jason, take me!"; she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Some of you writers might find this helpful! LOL
Bert Christensen's Truth & Humour Collection at bertc.com/bad_analogies
Bad Analogies and Metaphors
Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a Guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one those boxes with a pinhole in it.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't
McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph
They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River.
Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
"Oh, Jason, take me!"; she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.
She was as easy as the TV Guide crossword.
Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Some of you writers might find this helpful! LOL
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Another Encouraging Thing
Well, today I found out that one of the retired peachers in our church has been asked (by a nursing home) to preach there each Sunday morning. He is thrilled because, as he said, he's "been sitting on a pew for a year now." That, plus the ministry of the lady I mentioned in the last blog, increases our outreach considerably. Isn't God good?
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
I Feel Encouraged
I had made a comment on Monday through Sunday's blog about Compassion and Kindness. I said I had been praying that God would renew my passion for the nursing home ministry. Tonight at church, a lady, who has been attending for awhile, came up afterwards and asked me how she can bring up the subject of salvation when she visits in nursing homes! She has been doing that for quite some time but feels timid about approaching people about the Lord. She has a heart for these folks and I felt as though I had found another kindred spirit (there are several of us already involved). She can't go on Sunday afternoons to our services but wants to visit on a one to one basis. A gentleman she was visiting had recently died. I told her that, since she is familiar to the staff, she could just sit and visit with someone and get to know her/him. A good way to bring up the Lord is to say something like, "Just look at that sky! I just love God's creation, don't you?" Or "I had a wonderful blessing from the Lord the other day." Or "My favorite Bible verse is etc. Do you have one?" Then she can find out whether they are agreeable to the idea of God. Thank you Lord.
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