I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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Yesterday is gone – the end of 85.
Not much to report except I’m still alive,
The future is at hand, the beginning of 86.
What will the year hold, with its treats and tricks?
The picture shows one birthday special. Kristina brought the cake and these two lovely great-granddaughters, Kenlyn and Addalyn.
Flowers, lunch, cakes, calls, best wishes, cards, F B greetings – recognition of the day.
Back at the beginning of January I decided I would read five chapters of Psalms each day. I am behind partly because of my playing last week. However, it was a blessing this morning as I was reading Chapters 71-75. I spied a nugget right there – Psalm 71:18. “Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God, till I declare your power to the next generation, your might to all who are to come.”
So now I’m 86, What now? Tricks or Treats? I have some serious problems; I also have a Promise. Problems do not go away but they are so much easier to handle when one knows God knows! And if he did not cause them for our good, he will work them out for our good. My desire, my hope. To continue living a life of testimony to Jesus Christ who is Peace on this earth, and security in the next. All glory, honor and love to my Father God, Savior Jesus Christ, and Comforter, the Holy Spirit.
What a night! Three games and five Yahtzees for me! It turned out to be Yahtzee night because all five players won Yahtzees, but I was the only FIVE winner! That Hotzee there in the blue is ME = the Winner.
In the top picture are Karen, my sister, and a long time family friend, Bobby; in the bottom picture are Paul and Shariol, friends from college days but meeting again after fifty-three years. Paul is my brother-in-law. widower of my sister, Verna.
The four are widows and widowers who decided to meet at Karen’s house. To keep everything above board, I was invited as a fifth wheel in case there were gossipers who needed a brand new subject to gossip about. 😀
Okay, that wasn’t the only reason I was invited; I was invited because they wanted me! And they know my husband is a dilly who doesn’t mind doing his own cooking for five days. They thought they were getting a referee; instead they got someone to beat them at Yahtzee! I sure hope we get to have another five days or so before too much longer. Old friends, new food, and daily fun! Christians all who have common values. Four people who are having to cope with being left behind while their “forever loves” went on to Heaven without them. But all finding hope in the Lord.
Right now my Sammy is spending the day at the Center; it is quiet in here. My mind is on blogging, content to know he will soon be home. We are the “old folks” in the bunch by eight or ten years. And I am turning to a new year. Beginning tomorrow I will be doing something I’ve never done before, finding out how great it is to be eighty-six!
How many “layers” of doors do you have to enter to get into your church sanctuary? Probably at least two, maybe three or more-exterior, lobby, at least. Can anyone peek in and see what is going on in your sanctuary?
I remembering when on-lookers sat on the car fenders where they could get a view of what went on inside our little church. I also remember when our church raised enough money to put in stained glass windows. Well, they may have been prettier, but looking back I see a stronger divide being put up between “churched” and “un-churched.”
It is touted as a “doctrine of the Constitution” that we are to believe our “religious practices” are fine and dandy just as long as we keep them to ourselves. After all, there is separation of church and state! How the devil must snicker at some of his schemes!
About 25 years ago, I was driving up MacArthur Ave where a lone “Bible thumper” was yelling his lungs out trying to “convert” the sinner. Kristina asked what he was doing. I somewhat explained.
I didn’t tell her but I knew he was an embarrassment to us more moderate Christians.
Some time later we passed that corner again. Kristina asked, “Where is the Bible man?” A seed sown in soft soil. Thank you, Bible man.
By the way, I see online that recent years have brought death to many Christians. Thanks, Bible men and women—faithful unto mockery, scorn, and death. Martyrs. People who took their stand for Jesus in open windows, not hidden behind the stained glass.
That reminds me of Daniel. Why did he pray in his window? God could have heard him if he had stayed behind the wall. Any ideas?
Twenty-some years ago I wrote a manuscript called “When Sparrows Sang.” It consisted of memories of singing songs in the churches I attended the first half of my life. Basically relating to hymn singing or southern gospel songs sung by people like me – a sparrow, not a meadowlark or canary and getting paid to sing was unheard of!
This is a snippet of that manuscript. By the way, I warn you that I can be a bit controversial. You might find some mischief in me when I share my snippets from When Sparrows Sang.
SINGING DURING “ALTAR TIME”. In case some youngun’ wonders what I’m talking about, maybe I should explain an altar. It was a wooden bench, and it was as close to the Ark of the Covenant as we could get. No child was to climb on one; neither should one pull it over to the wall to stand on for painting. Something about cherubim and seraphim watching over it.
Psalm 26:6 David said “…(I) go about your altar, O Lord, proclaiming aloud your praise…” Our church altar was for praising, crying, repenting and for urgent prayer – sometimes even speaking in tongues or groaning in the spirit. The place to lay your heavy burdens down.
While pray-ers prayed, the piano player played. The music wasn’t needed so badly in order to fill up time. The Aunt Mollys in the group were praying and there was no uncomfortable time to fill up. Aunt Molly was a jewel of a pray-er. But as some of the less effective, or more effective as you see it, pray-ers got through praying, they liked to do something to keep the mood going, so they went up to the piano and sang whatever suited the occasion. Songs like I Surrender All – Jesus, Use Me – He Washed My Eyes with Tears – I Am Thine, Oh Lord – I’ll Go Where You Want Me to Go, Dear Lord.
Those were the pre-TV days as I said before here when one let the Lord have more than his allotted hour.
HANG WITH ME, DEAR FRIEND
THIS IS BELIEVE: I BELIEVE THAT JESUS IS THE ONLY WAY ONE CAN ENTER HEAVEN. I BELIEVE THE HOLY BIBLE TEACHES THAT MATURE ADULTS MUST CHOOSE TO ACKNOWLEDGE JESUS AS LORD AND THAT ACCEPTING HIS SACRIFICE FOR OUR SINS, IS THE ONLY WAY TO ETERNAL LIFE IN HEAVEN.
THEN WHAT SHALL I DO? NEVER DISCUSS THE SUBJECT? PRETEND I DON’T CARE?
I BELIEVE THAT GOD IS LOVE, THAT JESUS CAME TO SHOW GOD’S LOVE, THAT CHRISTIANS ARE TO SHOW LOVE TO OTHERS.
SINCE I REALLY BELIEVE THE BIBLE AND BELIEVE CHRISTIANITY IS THE ONLY WAY TO SPEND ETERNITY IN HEAVEN, DO I SHOW MY LOVE TO YOU BY NOT TELLING YOU?
I love chatting with you. I love meeting challenges with you. I love hearing your stories, jokes, poems. I love your creativeness and ability to “weave fancies into verse.” I love your family stories, your cooking recipes, your medical advice, your photographs, your poetry. I love you. I care. I care enough to risk your leaving me because I want to spent time in Heaven with you.
In twelve days I will be eighty-six years old for goodness sake! I don’t have all that much more time to put off telling you I want to shake your hand and hug your neck in our eternal lives! – And Jesus is the Way. Smiling at you, dear friends.
“weaving fancies into verse” Mary Lathbury
The fire was subdued.
Much like unresolved anger,
Hidden flames smoulter.
Thanks to Pixabay for image.
The following section was from 2014 (a Face Book status). Still timely for me. Churches are still into Live Big, Love Long, You’re Blessed, Friendship Avenue, Unity Forever, We’re the Loudest. And especially “You gotta love yourself first!”
Oh, dear, tomorrow is the second Sunday of January and nobody has asked my advice for a 2014 theme for their church. I so much wanted to be consulted! I was all ready to say – let’s blaze new trails and go to something like “repent and be baptized” or “trust and obey” or “stand up and walk straight” or “confess your sins and make restoration.”
Well, there’s always next year. But if any of you know a church that has leanin’s toward the above suggestions, please let me know. There are probably lots of sinners who would love a place like that. Brings me to another suggestion, “come in and be made clean.” (Maybe I should hold this until after my birthday – they say eighty year olds can get by with anything!) Happy 2014 to all!
Now it’s 2020 and I’m 12 days from eighty-six. I still have longings – longings to know a church where one can go and not have to compete with the clock. One where there is singing, praying, testimonies, specials songs, preaching, altar calls, sitting in the presence of Jesus with his power washing over your soul. The tears begin and someone might even jump with an enthusiastic shout of joy. Or someone begins a song: Sweep over my soul, sweep over my soul, Sweet Spirit, sweep over my soul. My joy is complete, while I sit at your feet, Sweet Spirit, sweep over my soul.
Yesterday right here in this chair where I’m sitting now, That Holy Spirit fell upon me. The peace and joy were overwhelming. It was so wonderful. But I so wanted to share that moment with someone else.
This morning I read several scriptures in the Psalms (somewhere about chapters 25-30) where David talks about praising God in the tabernacle. I have such a longing to praise Him with others who are willing to sit in silence past 12:00 Sunday morning. Or even on Sunday nights, even past eight o’clock….
Not many remember what worship was Pre-TV – Pre-Sunday Night Football – Pre-Sunday Night Movie – back when churches had Sunday Night Church.
Brook of classic blue
Mid’st fern green of mossy walls
Skilled Master Painter
Thanks to Ronovan for the haiku challenge to use the words “moss” and “brook.” Tourmaline hosts Color Your World with the first color of the year – fern.