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Here's What I Like... I like to see beautiful smiles Upon everyone’s face, To know that everyone is happy And in a good place. I like the sweet cooings Of all the wonderful babies; Teach them the Word of God To keep them out of Hades. I like to see the sun rise And then to watch it go down; Gives us another chance To view that ‘Glory’ crown. I like my car, good music, and the color blue. I like the ocean, all animals, And I especially like you.
What does it mean to be a “God-Fearing People”? Are we to fear God so much that we are afraid to approach Him?
God has blessed me and my brothers with two wonderful parents. They both are firm as to what is acceptable and unacceptable behavior. My father could just give us a look (not mean, not terrorizing, not hateful), but a look that told us he was the father and he knew what was better for us more than we did and we better not cross that. My father has never raised a hand against me or my youngest brother, but I did see him, only once, whip my oldest brother. That was all it took for my brother to change his behavior. My father never had to do that again. I believe that it was true for my father on that day, the saying, “It hurts me more than it does you.” My father did not like to do this sort of thing, but it was necessary at the time.
My father worked a lot. He made sure that his family was taken care of. He was always very loving to us. There were times that he would take us places and we would do things together. We always had a wonderful time. When I was a child, he use to let me stand on the tops of his feet and we would dance around the room. I loved him very much. He rescued me once from my mother’s old wringer washer. (A wringer washer was an old washing machine that the inside tub did not spin to wring the water out of the clothes. Instead, the wringer part was two rollers slipped together and the motor turned it and you used a stick to push the clothes in between the rollers to wring the water out.) My mother was washing clothes in the basement and when my mother left the basement, I decided to wash my doll clothes. When I used the stick to push the clothes in the wringer, the stick got stuck and I was holding on trying to pull it out. Before I knew it my arm was stuck in the wringer. I started screaming as loud as I could. The wringer just kept turning and turning on my arm. My daddy heard me and jumped the flight of the stairs. He did not run down them, he jumped from the top to the bottom. When He reached me, he unplugged the machine, popped the wringer, and got me out. He held me for the rest of the day. He was certainly my hero. I loved him with all my heart and I knew that I could trust him.
My mother cares deeply for her family. She was always very supportive of my father and they loved each other very much. I never saw or heard them argue. They seemed to have this magical way of working things out. My brothers and I are very thankful for that.
My mother also had a way of letting us know that she knew what was better for us. She set no uncertain terms for using the “Rod of Correction”. I tell you, she did not have to use it often, but when she did, we knew we had better straighten up. At one time, when I was misbehaving, she had me bring her a switch. I thought that I would bring her a twig in hopes that she might find humor in that. SHE DIDN’T. I had to go get another one and it better be a good one. I did and got my little legs switched. I knew not to defy her.
My parents were not abusive people. They did not look for reasons to whip their children. They did not enjoy it. They would sit us down and tell us why they had to do that and that it was our responsibility to do what was right in order to live in a good world and to make a better world.
This was how my parents were taught to correct their children. Back then NO ONE was yelling abuse. And I tell you, that way for my parents was used in a loving way. It got our attention and we knew to listen. God says, “Spare the rod, spoil the child” and my parents truly believed that.
Pr 13:24 - He that spares his rod hates his son: But he who loves him disciplines him diligently.
Pr 22:15 - Foolishness is bound in the heart of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him.
Pr 23:13 - Withhold not correction from the child: for if thou beatest him with the rod, he shall not die.
Pr 23:14 - Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell
Pr 29:15 - The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself brings his mother to shame.
(This is not saying to correct with hate in your heart or by loving and enjoying beating a child. This is abuse. There is a difference.)
My parents chastised us as children and we feared that as we were growing up, but it never caused us to hate them or resent them and it never caused them to hate or resent us. Instead we knew that they loved us and they certainly cared for us. Their chastisement caused us to be better people.
My brothers and I love our parents with all our hearts and we often thank God for giving them to us. Although we loved them, we also feared them and respected them. You see, my parents loved us enough to care what kind of people we should be that they were willing to chastise us and cared enough for us to SHOW they loved us in many wonderful ways.
There are times in the lives of most Christians when a vital force inserts itself into our consciousness and demands to take over. We see someone, and we crave.
<>Four centuries ago, after a long journey,a small group of colonists stepped boldly onto the shores of the New World, and established the first> permanent English settlement in North America. During the 400th anniversary of Jamestown, America honors the early pioneers whose epic of endurance and courage started the story of our nation.
<>Much has changed in the 400 years since that three sided fort was raised on the banks of the James River. Today we are a strong and> growing nation of more than 300 million, and we are blessed to live in a land of plenty during a period of great prosperity. The long struggle that started at Jamestown has inspired generation s of Americans. Advancing the right to live, work and worship in liberty is the mission that created our country, the honorable achievement of our ancestors, and the calling of our time.
<>NOW,THEREFORE, I, GEORGE W. BUSH, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the> Constitution and laws of the United States, do hereby proclaim 2007 as the 400th Anniversary of Jamestown. I encourage all Americans to commemorate this milestone by honoring the courage of those who came before us, participating in appropriate programs and celebrations, and visiting this historic site with family and friends.
<>IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this sixth day of April, in the year of our Lord two thousand and seven, and of the> Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-first.GEORGE W. BUSH
by Marianne Coyne
Copyright © 2007 Marianne Coyne
Some people prefer to say that sex is really from lustfulness. I have to agree. It is the natural base response to the attraction to another person, the desire to reproduce, or the response to a lustful feeling within us. It's natural, that is from nature - every animal has sex in one form or another. There really isn't anything special about it for humans. Some prefer to say it is a gift from God. Is it? I suppose so, in as much as filling your stomach with food when hungry, or drinking cool, clear water when thirsty is a gift from God. But let's not make more of it than it is just so that we feel better about engaging in it for any other purpose than to have children.
But, on the other hand....even eating or drinking can be a holy experience. We can make a base need holy by our reverence toward it - we bring God to eating or to sex. Imagine sitting at a table alone or with family, food prepared on the table ready for consumption. You take a deep breath, relax, say a prayer of thanksgiving, preparing your mind and body for the meal. You may think briefly of all that it took to put the food on your table: the farmer's hard work, the rain, the sunshine, all who harvested, perhaps even the animal which gave its life for your benefit. You are grateful for all of these blessings. If your family surrounds you, you may enjoy quiet encouraging conversation, or laughter. We have the ability to bring the Divine into every natural act or need, making it a holy experience.
Yes, even sex can be treated with reverence - and in doing so be enjoyed beyond one's expectations. Then it is called "love-making". This changes the meaning, the context, the reason why we make love - and changes what we bring to and take from the experience. It changes how we view the lover. The term 'making love' should be understood.
To 'make' means to 'create'. We are creating love - two people coming together with a holy aura, seeing the divine within the other, create something holy - Love. That is the Gift of God - Love.
I once read that while urinating, Benjamin Franklin was joined by one of the neighborhood dogs. As they stood side by side relieving themselves, Mr. Franklin was struck with the humility of his own base nature. Determined to spiritually elevate his position, in order to separate his act from the dog's, he decided that from then on whenever he relieved himself he would say a prayer.
It all comes down to choice. Benjamin Franklin chose to do what the dog couldn't - bring divinity and dignity to an otherwise base need. We can choose to keep sex as lust, where it will eventually lose its power to satisfy, or we can bring divinity and dignity to it, thereby creating a loving experience of mutual satisfaction which can last a lifetime. Only we have the power to choose whether or not we will be a true human being; the whole human being God intended us to be - in which our flesh and spirit come together to make the true perfect man; that is Anthropos.
Remember, what we commit ourselves to we become a slave to. Let us commit ourselves to the Divine. Let us do what God intended us to do, which is to bring the kingdom to dwell in this realm. May God bless you.