Creation,Abortion:America's Future.

My  Dear Christian Folk:  Whereas the six day creation was a prodigious  accomplishment by Creator God ;certainly deserving of a day of rest;is it reasonable to believe that having

created the heavens and the  Earth He would retire His hammer and chisel:Would  He lay down the paint brush and simply   cease all future creative endeavors? 

Would any artist of any age after creating a masterpiece simply rest on his laurels and make no further contribution to the art world?

No one who has witnessed the night sky, free and clear of human contamination, can argue  or deny  the  creative powers of The Almighty : and the majestic brilliance of His pallet of color and  design.

 As far as it is given for man to know the human race is  His masterpiece inhabiting the present world.

And if  Genesis chap.1&2 can be used we clearly see that He

installed His progeny in a garden of perfection to live in joy and harmony  :and commissioned   these  first two humans to supervise

this garden paradise and to act as majordomos :The only commandment  they needed to concern themselves with was  to heed the prohibition against picking and eating certain forbidden fruit.

 We all know what happened hence.  You can almost  hear  the HSSSSSSS can’t you….

If you close your eyes and cover your ears from all other sounds you can still hear the HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

But more  importantly ;what happened to  Adam after the expulsion from the garden of bliss?

Was he de-commissioned  by the  Almighty from his position as majordomo first-class, in charge of God’s creation?

  

The scriptures do not indicate this to be the case.

Therefore are we to understand that   as descendants of Adam we

continue to be the weed pullers and tree pruners of Gods natural creation?

If not us then who?

Who are we to debate how the Almighty chooses to continue His creative work in the world and throughout his universe?

 This act of co-creation ,whereby man using his reasoning powers and his intellect advances the glory of  God among the peoples of the earth.

Was man created to pull the plow ,to compete with other mammals for his food?

By using his mind  ,man elevated his position in the natural world and in the process created the culture and civilization by which and through which God’s name may be glorified on the earth.

My Christian folk: The subject of  universal access to the abortion

medical procedure is being used to deliberately confuse you and

to frighten you away from your God Given responsibility to care and improve the imperfections that exist within humankind.

While Roe v.Wade is in need of reform since it allows for the destruction of human life ; this alone  cannot be used to ban all abortions.

We owe to future generations people who will bring dignity and  honor to God’s creative genius.

Are we not allowing the young and physically fit to be slaughtered  on the battlefields in two wars,while the incapacitated and the unfit are protected and shielded and even are allowed to inundate society?

Man Bites God's Music Video Competition

NEPAL COURT RECORDS DISAPROVE PAKISTANI LAWYER'S CLAIM ON KASAB

19 Dec 2008, 0927 hrs IST, IANS

KATHMANDU: Records at Nepal’s apex court have proved as false Pakistani lawyer Chaudhary Muhammad Farooq’s claim that Mohammed Ajmal Kasab, the lone

surviving Mumbai attacker, was arrested in Nepal two years ago. The incident has raised questions about the lawyer’s actual identity and intent.

According to Nepal’s Supreme Court, Farooq, who described himself as a high court lawyer, filed a habeas corpus writ on Feb 24, asking the police to produce in court two Pakistanis who had been arrested from a hotel in the capital two years ago.

In his petition, Farooq gave the two men’s names as Asif Ali, a 22-year-old from Islamabad, and Walid Sajjid, a 23-year-old from Faisalabad.

The two judges hearing the petition, Min Bahadur Rayamajhi and Rajendra Prasad Koirala, asked Nepal’s police to furnish an explanation.

Nepal’s police did so, saying that Farooq’s contention that the two men were being held illegally was not true. After that, Farooq never turned up at the court to pursue the case further.

Consequently, on March 14, the judges dismissed the petition in accordance with Nepal’s laws as the petitioner was absconding.

Nine months after the dismissal, Farooq resurfaced in Pakistan. He told the country’s media that Kasab had been unlawfully arrested in Nepal and he had filed a petition to free the young man after being approached by Kasab’s parents.

Farooq also said that the two Pakistanis who had been arrested in Nepal had come with bona fide travel documents.

If the documents were genuine, then Asif Ali and Walid Sajjad could not have been Kasab, who was arrested by Indian security forces last month during the Mumbai terror attacks and says he is from Faridkot.

Also, while the Pakistani lawyer claimed that he had named the Indian high commission as a respondent in his petition, it was only against Nepal’s government and the Nepali home ministry.

Finally, there is the mystery about Farooq’s disappearance from Nepal without following up on the petition.

Nepali lawyers still remember the noise made by Farooq who strutted from court to human rights organisations and vowed to leave no stone unturned for the release of the two men in Pakistan.

Why did Farooq remain out of sight till the Mumbai attacks?

He had appointed two Nepali lawyers to help him with the case. However, neither received any further instruction from him.

In his interview to the Pakistani media this week, Farooq had claimed that the case was still going on and that he would arrive in Kathmandu this month to attend the hearing.

Be Careful What You Ask For...

…you could get dragged right out of your comfort zone.

My season as song leader, in our little (but growing) church, recently ended. There is a little sadness, because I’ve really enjoyed doing the job, but I’ve always said when someone more qualified came along (It wouldn’t take much.) I would step down gracefully. That someone came along in the form of our Pastor’s son, who just graduated Bible College. He’s a wonderful young man, and we’re lucky to have him. We’ve grown so much that he will also be leading our new Children’s Service!

Do I get to sit back, rest, and enjoy warming a pew for a while? Of course not. J, who will be leading Children’s church, is getting married in five months, which means he will not have a wife to help him, for a while yet. That’s important, because there will be a number of young ladies attending. J’s mother is already busy in the nursery, so guess who was asked to help. It is short-term service, but since I’ll be helping to build the ministry his fiancée will be dropped into in a few months, it needs to be done properly and well. Fortunately, I do have the experience which J lacks.

We’ve also started a new thing on Wednesday nights, with the corny but apt name “Come and dine in 09″. The Pastor and his wife, Doug and I, and anyone else who would like to help, put together an meal each week. (It’s nothing expensive or fancy. This week we made soups.) We have a prayer meeting, and then eat together. It’s been wildly popular, and last week we actually had more on Wednesday night than we did on Sunday morning!

Sadly the food pantry is also very popular. The downward moving economy had been devastating in this area, and people are hurting for the basic necessities of life. Keeping the pantry well stocked, clean and organized has become almost a second job. Right now I’m also trying to find warm coats for a few of the children, and two car seats for the church van. The coats I can just buy, but car seats are expensive. Send up a prayer if you would.

Looks like I should be too busy to be upset. Doesn’t it? Be very careful when you ask God to put His hand on your life. It’s a very powerful hand!

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"You'd be so pretty if you weren't fat"

Believe it or not, I have heard those words on more than one occassion. And yes, before you ask, they were directed specifically toward me. I was shopping with my mum, yeah yeah lame whatever, for some sweaters and stuff to update my wardrobe because as usual this winter I was without decent sweaters and long sleeve shirts; anyway I was walking into the dressing room, sweaters in hand, and just as I enter the little room I hear this woman telling  me that I have chosen some nice shirts. When I turn to thank her she said something else, and I wanted to smack the hell out of her. She looks me dead in the face and says “You know, sweetie, you’d be really pretty if you weren’t fat.” My jaw drops, and I bite back a stream of cuss words, which was a feat in its self; just about the time I come up with something coherent that isn’t full of cuss words and is just sarcasm and snark her skinny daughter comes out of the dressing room with a stack of jeans and shirts and the two vanished. Dumbfounded and irritated, I entered the dressing room and tried on my sweaters. This was not the first time someone has told me I’d be pretty if I weren’t fat. In fact, I’m used to it, though it still irritates me. I’ve heard those words from a variety of people, and, while it does still hit me hard at times, I’ve gotten to the point where I just want to look at them and say “Thank you Captain Obvious. I realize that if I were slimmer and more fit I’d be more attractive. I realize that my fat stomach is not pleasing to the eye. I get it, so I’m working on it. By the way, I’m well aware of the fact that I am not skinny, but that doesn’t make me ugly. Worry about your own body, thanks.”

Granted, I do need to lose weight. That is one thing I knew long ago, but with stress and mock and classs I’ve been so busy and so fried that I just couldn’t focus on working out and eating right. But I’ve come to the realization that I have to do it, I have to lose the weight and get in shape. Otherwise I’m just going to continue being huge and out of shape and unhealthy, and I just can’t deal with that. I’m tired of knowing that I am fat, regardless of what Wash, Spoony, D –, and everyone else has told me. I’m tired of not being able to wear what I want to wear, and I’m tired of feeling like a blimp next to my friends. I’ve been the fat friend for far too long, and I’m done with it. I know that I can be attractive, there are days when I feel absolutely fantastic about my appearance, except for my weight. Last night I took my measurements, so I could set myself some goals, and I was appalled. Needless to say I will not be posting them here, ever, but I have sert some goals and made a plan, and I’m going to reach them.

Today I’m a bit sore, and I’m glad. It means that I am working my muscles and burning fat. Every night I go at least a mile on the treadmill, which is really boring but effective, and I use the ab lounge, which I have affectionately named the Rack. I’m also weight training because muscle burn fat and I need to build up my muscle any way. That reminds me that I need to buy some wristbraces so I don’t destroy my wrists, especially my right one that I broke and never healed properly, doing curls and bench presses. I impressed myself last night when I was doing my lower body work out; I did 50 lbs on my legs, and, though I’m pretty sore, it feels pretty awesome. Also I’m pleased to report that my Slimfast shakes are actually fairly awesome; they don’t taste bad, and I think they are working. I wasn’t as hungry as I normally am, and I had a lot more energy. I’m already feeling better, and it makes me excited.

Quote of the Day: “Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

Don’t you know you’re beautiful?

Just the way you are!”- Kellie Pickler, “Don’t You Know You’re Beautiful”

shoegazers

set in a painting, swept in brilliance and ready to peel, they fade softly in a moonlit apartment. warm blankets of dust and light fall on his shoulders while he writes–finding his meaning under piles of the past, searching and scratching and scrubbing it down.

she watches, moved but not moving. she wonders what the next three months will mean, and who will occupy his table when they have turned to ghosts. she communicates with fingers and eyes that he doesn’t quite catch, even when he tries.

even when he cries, he loves her, wants to make it last in final days and across breakdowns and continents. he  eats his dinner on a couch they’ve shared before. a record spins familiar. it’s possible that he feels her uncertainty but some things, like heavy weights we can’t explain, go unmentioned on nights like these. with the songs of our youth and piles of the past to crawl through, with dinner to eat, with fingers to study.

there’s another one that’s wandering somehow in headphones and soft skin and the smell of new shampoo. she admires his taste but is weary of his self-awareness.

she’s weary of most things these nights, and thinks of europe and things more certain like the stories we wrote in our innocence. i try to remind her of the things we have gathered, i show her images of triumphs, and florida boys we’ve married in our minds, we talk of how we used to  talk and how unbreakable we were, right after we broke. but it’s not easy to rid our bones of it all. heroin heatwaves and hospital beds. of the pictures that have stained our skin as they melted away.

across city lines we hold onto each other as we shake it off. we teach ourselves back to life with songs that crash and boil in our blood, and we stitch one another back together in unheard laughter. there are new landscapes to hold us.

we can’t stop the ocean of sun that drains the colors from the living room, but maybe that preservation is not as important as we once believed. she holds him as she falls asleep aware of their slow disappearance. but she isn’t afraid of vacant walls; she looks for herself in empty spaces.