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The Depth of American Emotions

The lightness of heart is joyous once captured in a memory.  Defining moments propel people through life in a state of wonder no matter how young or old, whatever gender, nationality, or religion. We learn and we teach.

My four sons one fine Christmas morning in their hometown of Erie, Pennsylvania…years ago.

To be misled or misguided initiates erroneous developments and that is why a proper education lifts an individual to a higher standard.  To know a little is dangerous.  To seek to know more completely yet know there is more to discover is to touch the hem of wisdom.

Attacks of any kind are a cry for help as I read in the Course of Miracles.  It makes sense.  To resort to attacks shows the lack of knowledge, and some people call it poor upbringing.  Verbal attacks hurt both the sender and receiver.  To know when to retreat from engagement in attacks is sensible.

Character is molded by choices made yet personality is knitted in the comfort of being.  A loud, boisterous person can be as kind as a soft spoken gentle giant.  Therefore, with so many unique personalities blooming characters as widely different as the number of birds created on this earth, discord is bound to happen while most prefer to glide in discovery and wonder blissfully sure all can be loved, unless hated.

We choose. Keep Reading

Shipwrecked: Vacation Bible Camp

Shipwrecked?  When do we realize we are stranded?  Are we ever really all alone?

The wisdom to navigate life’s inevitable struggles contains the humility and kindness Jesus’ legacy provides in the New Testament.  The Old one is the Torah, and there the prophecies tell of the tales to unfold.  The New one continues to fill the minds and hearts of all who welcome the Holy Spirit’s presence.  It is through this form of hospitality that we arrive at being closer to being holy.  Can we really ever be?  We must strive to be holier as I found out even as I tripped over one of my Senior Tibetan Terriers…

Falling and aiming to break the fall without the ability to stop the second twist of the body that struck the unyielding tile floor, I remember the alarm of a new felt ache drawing and pulsing from hip to knee in a burst like the flame of a quickly struck match.  Not exactly surprised, I was shocked to feel a knife like stabbing in my neck when I instinctively turned to tell my family audience I was okay.

On a walk on Cougar Run with Dandelion and Tumbleweed…

Everyone extended a hand to lift me up, and I looked at the eight arms rather embarrassed by the ungraceful plump pose, and declared not to be touched.  That was wise, so  much better than to jump up without feeling the extent of the damaged body parts that now ached to be soothed.  Thanks be to God, nothing was broken.  Thanks be to God, I sat up slowly with the help of my oldest son’s pair of hands, and then stopped again to evaluate the situation.  The right side bruised without mercy let me know the only way up was to lean to the left…and since I was guided by the pain to know how to finally stand, I did so reassuring the group of stunned observers I was okay.  I looked for Tumbleweed, the sixteen year old mutt that still wished to be by my side, as close as possible to lick my foot, bless his doggy soul.

The point is I didn’t swear.  I thanked God. Keep Reading

The Love of Barbara Bush

” Live happily with the woman you love through the fleeting days of your life.” _ Ecclesiastes 9:9

The love Barbara Pierce Bush lived to be is the blessing her family experienced.

When a man loves a woman as George Herbert Walker Bush loved his wife, she could but bloom to be all that she was for the whole family…and remains for them and as our 41st First Lady of the United Staes of America.

There is no greater gift our former 41st President could have given their six children: George Walker Bush, our 43rd President, Pauline Robinson “Robin” Bush, John Ellis “Jeb” Bush Sr., Neil Mallon Bush, Marvin Pierce Bush, and Dorothy Walker “Doro” Bush Koch.  The greatest gift any parent can give their children is to love one another.  The second one is the one our former First Lady captured in a quote:

” To us, family means putting your arms around each other and being there.”_ Barbara Bush Keep Reading

To Be Of A Christian Heart

In Bucharest, Romania.

There are so many Christian denominations, it may be difficult to count or name them.

At the heart of all the Christian Churches, is the reverence, and love of God, His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ, and an undeniable faith undoubtably blessed by the Holy Spirit.

However, the first Christian Church, The Easter Orthodox Church, is the ancient one from which the Catholics broke  in 1054.

The Lutherans broke from the Catholic in 1522, The Anglican Church of England was founded by King Henry the VIII in 1534, the Congregational Church was founded by Robert Brown in Holland in 1582,  and 1606, the Baptist Church was Founded in Amsterdam by John Smith, the Dutch Reformed Church was founded in New York by Michelis Jones, the Protestant Episcopal Church was an offshoot of the Church of England, founded by Samuel Seabury, in the American Colonies in the 18th Century, John and Charles Wesley founded the Methodist Church in England in 1774.  and that same year , in London, Theophilus Lindley, founded the Unitarian Church, and the Latter Day Saints, The Mormon Church, was founded by Joseph Smith in 1829.  In 18888, the Salvation Army was founded by William Booth in London.

In the Protestant tradition, hundreds of other religions have started in the last 100 years: Church of the Nazarenth, Pentecostal Church, Holiness Church, Assemblies of God, and many Bible and Evangelical and non-denominational Churches, as well as Jehovah’s Witnesses.

The Bible has served to bring the word of God.  All of these Churches worship differently yet they unite in our Lord.  I have been to most and know the good intended for all through the teachings of Jesus.  I love so many hymns… Keep Reading

To Be Patient Is to Be at Peace

The calm before the storm is said to be ominous yet I always long for the calm I associate with patience and peace.  Things turn out better when done calmly.

Today…in about forty-five minutes, I will ring a bell at home in memory of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I am holding down the little girl ready to leave the scene…I remember that day…My mother is standing on the left.

I am always saddened by the conversations fueling a battle no one ought to be fighting.  God has created us differently.  Our physical characteristics don’t determine our characters.  The development of who we become as persons stands to be best understood by our Maker.  I wish we could appreciate our differences, even as men and women.

I was born and raised in Brazil, and my father worked in Mato Grosso measuring the land along with a team of men accustomed to the terrain.  My mother and I also lived in the compound as I can best describe it.  We were side by side with men, women, and children of Portuguese origin and mostly black folks.  I wrote a piece years ago that I will publish another time.  The truth is I did not hear of racism until I came to the United States of America at the age of fourteen.  It seemed so strange to hear people talk about the Civil War, Yankees, and racism.  It is as my parents explained it back then an attack on skin color as antisemitism is against the Jewish folk.   I listened and learned as much as I could along with speaking English, my fourth new language. Keep Reading

Be Needed

You so matter in this world, every ounce of you must know it.

No sloth can justify hanging like a sheet on the line in the wind because that cloth serves a great purpose.  How many more things can we think of that can match the luxury of sleeping on a bed with clean sheets?  Surely the launderers have a place in heaven.  The chief cook and bottle washer takes the prize for generating the delicacies that all of us hunger to consume.  Everybody is needed to perform the mundane tasks to the more exquisite placement of the just part in its perfect place like in a car assembly line, and once that is understood, love appears.

There is movement in being needed and we swirl and twirl to do that which we enjoy so it is often said that to find doing something you love means never having to go to work.  Ouch!  Work ought not be such an uncomfortable word.  In fact, it is the very thing that brings us discovery.  I think it produces love, no kidding.  Responsibilities fulfilled are huge acts of love.

Sometimes I just get a feeling the prayers in my thoughts find signs of love.

LET ME SHARE A CLIP I ENJOY WHILE PEELING POTATOES:

”  I don’t like work… but I like what is in work–the chance to find yourself.  Your own reality–for yourself, not for others–which no other man can ever know.”  __Joseph Conrad

Oh, it is true.  In that process of doing, we find ourselves for who we are and the secret is ours to keep… or not.  The nugget of wisdom  here is that no sloth has yet emerged from slumber to discover a greater reality, a more fulfilling state of being.

We have been bombarded by a storm that flung the cones off the pine trees as if a giant sized jar of marbles were spilled on the grass everywhere…  The exercise of picking them up one by one is good for the mind, body, and soul, not to mention the curb appeal or the life of the lawn mower.

I think of the pleasures received and given because they all fill a need as well…  Kind acts of love do cascade…

God bless you one and all…

PS: I am so grateful to Stela Galben for including the ducks on her visit to Belgrad last autumn…  I needed just that to complete the blog of the letter N and to be needed…

 

His Mercy

To be merciful is to know compassion one step higher.  It beckons an act of doing, answering, and feeling to embrace as even in forgiving the needy.

From my dearest cousin’s daughter Stela Galben from Romania.

I often rely on The Jesus Prayer: “Lord Jesus, Son of God, please have mercy on me, a sinner.”  I have also used it as an intercessory prayer for others.

To be merciful brings memories and I suppose we could sit in a circle as friends and find a story to relate.  Each one of us can begin by remembering a time when we extended our hearts to the max because it was the most we could do, and innately, naturally so.  The woe of loved ones hurt us as parents like no other yet mercy abounds to family, friends, and all.  Mercy is a mindful response of kindness, and ultimately, of love.

Photograph taken last weekend by Stela Galben in Cluj, Romania.

 

“The quality of mercy is not strain’d;

It drouth as the gentle rain from heaven

Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest;

It blest him that gives and him that takes:

‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it become

The throned monarch better than his crown;

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And earthly power doth them show likest God’s

When mercy seasons justice. “

Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice, IV, 1

“Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.” Matthew 5:7

I like the lightheartedness Shakespeare so skillfully plucked in using these words, and I hope the seriousness of being merciful is welcomed as he suggests.  The analogy of mercy being like the gentle, heavenly rain upon the earth is brilliant.  It is not strained.  The quality of being merciful yields a two fold blessing as both the merciful and the recipient are graced as we all will be by God’s merciful justice.

To” be merciful” is the call for the letter M in the blog Come, Become Alphabetically Savvy…   I hope you enjoyed this short one…

 

 

 

 

Be Kind as Love Is

Edna Lofing’s favorite Thumper quote “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothin at all.”
My own quote: “The sky can never have too many stars…There is room for everyone to shine…”

Intention is placed at the onset of each day.  When I begin my work at the computer, I am greeted by a Rhema greeting.  Some time ago, I came upon a message that spoke to my heart.  I have kept some as guideposts to shed light on the obscure.  How the random one appears is a mystery I enjoy.  I take the pearls and feel the smoothness from their hands to mine.  Somebody has amassed a wealth of divine information to pass along.  I keep the ones that speak to my heart.  I keep them for nourishment, for the good they can serve anyone through me from them.

”  I am but a tiny pencil in the hand of the Lord.  

None the less, He writes beautifully. ” _ Mother Theresa of Calcutta

I have chosen to share this Rhema to explain that the good reaped has been seeded in all of us by God.  We just share differently the good we do… Keep Reading

Be Humbly Honest

“God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
John 3: 16

Yesterday I attended the service of the Stations of the Cross presented with fourteen devotions at St. Pius Catholic Church in Hemphill, Texas.  I was filled with the Holy Spirit.  Nuts, eh?  Well, call it what you will, in my soul’s world the ever yearning of “being in the presence of God awareness” completes me with a sureness of peace.  I felt the need to be in a church setting, and the priest with the flock welcomed  me as a blade of grass in their field of spring flowers…  We were young, and older than the youngest, and oldest; it did not matter because our eyes and ears were focused…  and ending the prayers with “do what You will with me”…  The history of this service is remarkable, and the fourteen prayers, each said at the corresponding station, relives the moment.

A Jackie Lawson card came in the mail today brushed in sage olive tree leaves escorted by clusters of white blossoms centered in gold leaning toward a bud of an Easter Lilly in company with others aglow… as a cloud white dove brings forth a choir of angels rejoicing John Stainer’s Cantata “God so loved the World”…  from John 3: 16-18.

The wings of the bird spread to embrace into a flight in a meadow of multi colored spring flowers sprinkled with all but one resting butterfly busily meeting one and all blossoms… beckoning in lead to a cove in a forest  beholding a cherry blooming tree of baby rose petals surrounded in deep green foliage where two stately sterling tree trunks with branches lifting upwards in thanks to heaven… form the design likes of an arched cathedral’s window thoroughly bathed by a golden light, streaming… through three crosses to the altar within…much like the very one I visited yesterday to find fulfilling…  Fulfillment continues to flow as it is poured with love into our lives…

Thank you dearest Cindy and Paul Schumacher for the early Orthodox Easter greeting in Romanian no less !!  HRISTOS a Inviat!

CHRIST is Risen!  Adevarat a Inviat!  Indeed He is Risen!

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Be Encouraged

What does it mean to be encouraged, and when do we get it?

Why is it important, and who are those that offer it?

“IT” is all here, in this blog.

You determine which path to take because the how to be encouraged rests inside one’s personal intent to be so.  Our intentions are birthed in our will.  These thoughts have soaked in my tears for many years  They are now presented as if on the platter I searched to find by observing and absorbing.

An Angel delivering the holiest of gifts designed to bring comfort on a perfectly sized pillow. I purchased it from an astrologer, Bethea.

To be encouraged is to feel lifted in the direction of dreams and visions intended to benefit one and all.  The humble person bears great humility so its fruit takes time to ripen.

Life is in the presence of spirit.  Given the free will to act as we choose, regardless of circumstances, ultimately leads us to a new place.  That place is always at the moment we call now.

As most of you may have already heard “the present is the present.”  ( This is why I love the English language!)

Is one’s Spirit, the Soul, aware of conscious or unconscious acts?  Does the soul give a life to live while one’s heart and mind determine the route to take and to learn and teach to fulfill by one, or more of the myriad of possible purposes?  I am suggesting mean spirited purposes are sadly present.  Humans are not perfect.

How can we find the ultimate good reserved for each one of us to achieve?  What happens when we falter?

To seek our God’s wisdom is the way to the truth and the light; however, the choices in the Garden of the Universe encourage us to navigate, and we do.  We are free to choose our way of being in the presence of any circumstance.  I think it is known as the attitude we carry.  We arrive at knowing moment by moment according  to choices made with attitude at hand.  Hand in hand they direct the route we choose to navigate. Keep Reading