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Are you Angry? Grieved? If you aren’t, Maybe You should Be

What makes you angry? What makes you cry?

Road rage?
Your EX?
Touched by an Angel?”
The new drum set the kid next door just bought?

Anger is zeal or wrath with the right focus. Whatever we permit will continue; good or bad.

Spewing verbal nonsense at your spouse for beating you at Spades might not be such a good idea.

Kicking the neighbor’s dog for using your yard as a bathroom might get you a visit from The Humane Society.

Through the ages great men and women hated/and or grieved certain issues so much they did what they could to change them.

Moses hated slavery.
David wasn’t too fond of a Philistine giant.martin luther king
Solomon hated ignorance.
Paul hated legalism.

Albert Einstein hated the violin.

President Ronald Reagan told “Mr. Gorbachev tear down this wall.”
Mother Theresa grieved over poverty.
Martin Luther King Jr. hated hate
Bono hates AIDS

Many issues today grieve me.  Some I hate. For instance:

How the church is being persecuted.
I grieve over abortion, those deceived into homosexuality, injustice.
I hate human trafficking, violence and crime; abuse, dictatorships and bullying.
I hate the possible results of drunk driving.
I grieve over orphans, the homeless and sick; war, starving people, and the terminally ill.
I grieve for those who are depressed, addicted, heartbroken or suicidal; oppressed, innocent and downtrodden.
I absolutely hate cigarettes. And raspberries.
I hate/grieve over what is happening to our nation.

I grieve over the pain and agony Jesus suffered for me.


Miraculous changes are often the result of motivated God fearing anger.

Healing of the wounded or afflicted can be end products of the fire of a grieving heart.

So, you ask,

“What can I do about this?”answer%20the%20call

Ask God.

If God wants any of us to act, he will equip us to fulfill his calling.

Mark 6:46: “And when he had sent them away, he departed into a mountain to pray.”

If we are unable to physically deliver on a need, then pray. Pray and pray some more.

It works.

Who knows. Maybe we can change the world. 


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The Yellow Brick Road might Lead you to Joe’s Crab Shack

We all do it.

Some may not want to admit it, but we live our time on earth searching.

Many may believe it is a sign of weakness. Who cares?idiots

We weren’t all born with the genius of Einstein (and hopefully not with his hair) but an innate sense of curiosity or how can I beat the system?

The growing up years are a formidable era to seek for whatever we believe will bring us joy and happiness.  Spare yourself the effort and learn from those who have already walked down that “yellow brick road” of discovery only to be told, “I am not a wizard.”

What you think you are looking for is not at the end of the rainbow or the gates of Emerald City. Usually it is right in front of you but blinded to 20/20 vision.

You ask, “But how do you know?” I just do. Ask me.

The task before those of us who walked down the “yellow brick road” and passed the Emerald City in a bolt of lightning have to step back at times and pray.

As a parent, watching children make the same mistakes we did is like living them over again.  Yet, certain personalities push the buttons of educating themselves by process of elimination, “inquiring minds” or simple stubbornness.

Either way is attemptable and may end in complete harmony with God or contempt. Which way works better? That depends on the heart.

Would most of us have learned what we know now had we done it differently?sylvester the cat

Would I be the person I am today had I bypassed the “yellow brick road?”

How different would the Exodus have been had Moses not killed a man?

Joseph ended up in another country, imprisoned and beaten for 13 years for abiding by the laws of God…..you might say he was the good guy.

Paul was the educated elitist down the hall of Harvard; yet misery followed him once he came to know Christ. Were his actions of accusations, persecutions and obliterating many Christians a result of his sin prior to his conversion?

The search becomes a journey lending itself to growth and maturity. It might be said we do it to reach a comfort level, or accomplishment or just getting through it to end the pain. The incentives creep out of the woodwork like mice hunting for the ultimate block of cheese. The trap is set; but the cheese smells so good….The mouse must decide if the allure is worth an ambush.

Baits are always set; how we respond to them depends on what kind of fish we are.

Do we swim and grab it? Do we mosey around it a while hoping it will fall off the hook by itself? Or do we ignore it and find an easier meal at “Joe’s Crab Shack?”

The answers to life’s searching questions take on many trips. Long trips; short trips and even side trips. It’s the side trips that always getcha…

Whether you are a mouse wanting the “big cheese” or a fish eating crab, God meets us wherever we are.

Whatever messes we made, or delusions we believed, when we reach for God he always reaches back with something good.

He knows our hearts and how to repair them.

After all he was a carpenter wasn’t he?





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Crutching People Pleasers

Have you ever needed a crutch? You know, like the ones I have in my closet? I keep them around for such uses as a possible sprained ankle, or a broken foot or to push the boxes off the top shelf. Yes, it is a handy tool instead of walking all the way to get a stool which still isn’t sufficient for me to reach the loftiest rack.

The almighty crutch has been around for centuries. Maybe not the one with the rubber head that attaches under your arm to aid in walking but pedestals of power.

Yes, we have succumbed to leaning.

Leaning on this, leaning on that until the instrument of strength falls apart and we are left standing alone wondering why it fell over.

“These crutches were supposed to last longer than a few years!”

Oh, grow up.

Remember the first crutch you held on to so tightly you never dreamed of it crumbling? Fear grips you like being thrown overboard without a life jacket and the sharks are hungry.

America is standing on the hull of that ship. Enamored with a false sense of security believing any government can keep the ship moving is like knowing a village somewhere is missing their idiot.

Whatever we can conjure up to save us we search. Other people, money, fame, atheism, religion or identical brains to Einstein; it makes no difference. Einstein couldn’t brush his own hair, much less act as a pedestal of intellect.

Albert Einstein

As the “crutchers” claim fame to those who appear to offer the world, the power hungry flesh eating sharks devour everything from identity to controlling your bank account.

Ultimately, the crutch fastens itself to your security, mental aptitude and emotional dressing leaving you hopeless and helpless. Of course that is the goal.

So which is worse? Or does it matter?

Neither is good; neither is healthy. And yes it does matter.

The “crutchers” or those who need a crutch will eventually hit bottom. The pedestal may disintegrate over time but leave the “crutchers” nowhere to go but up.

The “crutch” feeds on the attention, authority and fueled ego of a false belief of self-worth.

The “crutch” deceitfully savors the podium’s skilled platform for a season; until all hell breaks loose and their empire begins a modern day Babylon. (Daniel 5) Unlike the “leaners” the “crutch” has nowhere to go but down.

Accountability will rear its ugly head because the elevator goes both ways.

Issues of time occur with both, and the depth of the “Babylonian Fall” may influence one’s decision.  The Belshazzar’s may drink from a much deeper cup than the child who praises the reign of a parent.

No matter which division you hail from, a meeting of the minds is necessary.

Given the ideology, the enemy has made this a “poster child” of survival. We in our negligence pick a team he has dreamed up, falling for one or the other with the final lap resulting in the same death. He could care less which team we choose as long as it isn’t God’s.

Evaluating the teams as to who reaps the harvest of God sooner or later is a feat not yet finalized. And if you are a Belshazzar who reveres and coddles your golden crutch too much, you might want to read Daniel 5. The party is always over before it starts.

As for the one who is always leaning, get up, dust yourself off, throw your doormat out and start over.

The moral here is balance.

What we permit will often continue unless we ask God to deliver us from this evil.

If you need a crutch, lean on God.

If you are the crutch, use them for firewood and pray for God to transform you.

In either case, the cross can be seen from both viewpoints.




Righteous Advice

Don’t tell me what to do. I have a brain you know. I can think for myself;
I don’t need you hovering over me examining every detail of my existence to fit your perfect schedule.
If I wanted a boss I would get a job.”

Sound like anyone you know?

The art of unsolicited advice is often unwelcome and resented.

There are certain people, who just can’t seem to help themselves with giving directions, ordering the cleaning of the toilet done their way or standing over your shoulder while you are cooking.

God gave us unique qualities. We all have our own ways of cooking pot roast, driving to the store or cleaning the house.

Just because we may not cook like Paula Deen or Emeril doesn’t make us wrong.

Just because we don’t drive like Danica Patrick doesn’t mean we don’t know how to get to the store.

And if we don’t clean toilets like Mr. Clean doesn’t mean we don’t know how to use Scrubbing Bubbles.

Thank the good Lord we are not all alike. God knew that wouldn’t work. Can you imagine everyone cooking pot roast the same?

Now we need good counsel from time to time; even the Bible says that.

Proverbs 11:14 “Where no wise guidance is, the people fall, but in the multitude of counselors there is safety.”

The key is to get advice from Godly people who live by the word of God. But what about the person who knows everything and intends on sharing even when it is unwanted?

The Bible addresses that also.

Proverbs 12:5 “The thoughts of the righteous are just, but the advice of the wicked is deceitful.”


Proverbs 16:22 “Understanding is a wellspring of life unto him that hath it: but the instruction of fools is folly.”

In other words, don’t listen to a fool. Or one who claims over and over to be Albert Einstein’s nephew.

Studying the Bible is the best avenue for counsel. Allowing the Holy Spirit to guide you is the best learning tool available to mankind.

John 16:13 “When he, the Spirit of truth, is come, he will guide you into all truth: for he shall not speak of himself; but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak: and he will shew you things to come.”

Jesus wasn’t one to go around telling people how to cook and clean or give driving directions.  He did make a pretty good bread and fish dinner ASAP for a multitude of people. He also had a special family recipe for turning water into wine at weddings. But he had better lessons to teach such as:

The Beatitudes
The Ten Commandments
The Parable of the Sower
And catching people throwing stones.

Jesus is our best example as far as giving advice, taking advice and knowing when to be silent. He didn’t seek people out to control them or give them step by step directions on the latest “how to do” anything. That doesn’t mean he isn’t interested in every area of our lives: he is, but sometimes he chooses to wait for us to ask him when we need help.

The best guide is the Holy Spirit along with knowing the word of God. The Holy Spirit convicts us when we are chopping the tomatoes incorrectly or if we are driving down the wrong road.

Do you think God has an open door policy for advice?





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When did everything get so COMPLICATED?

Ok. I am beginning to dislike banks intensely. Protesting on the streets is not my idea of getting my way so I will pray. God can certainly do more than a loud mouth bunch of young people who have no idea what they are protesting.

Banking has become a farce. I would rather do like my ancestors and bury money in the yard. At least I would know where it was, what it was doing and who was not touching it.

A fee here, a fee there; they don’t care. Use to be if you needed to stop payment on a lost check it wouldn’t cost you your arm and now legs! Oh, and the paperwork. A pile of red tape cluttering someone’s desk they can’t find.

How do we survive the measure of expectations? What use to be simple is now an act of Congress: and we all know how that doesn’t work.

In other words, the world travels on money.
Simple is cheap. Complicated is expensive.

The air of complications is leaving many a soul weary.

Buying a house or a car these days reveals when you last relieved yourself.

Signing a legal document requires information from your long lost Aunt.

The Privacy Act forces us parents of college students to speak to at least 6 people in the school’s administration to find out if they got my check for the tuition!

Ordering a Credit card through your own bank requires both parties fill out an application longer than the SAT.

Itemizing your taxes requires an Organizer from your accountant. That excludes the accountant’s labor.

Forget insurance. They don’t pay for anything anyway. Why again do I have insurance? Oh, my husband says we need it. If they don’t pay for anything what am I paying them for? OH! Their trip to Hawaii. They must be meeting with the GSA.

I remember the days of old, easy and slow. Yes, I didn’t know how good I had it.

You know what people? God is still on the throne and his movements are the same. He is not making adjustments to his schedule according to ours.

He hasn’t changed his address, phone number or email. He’s always listening for our call or text. He wants it simple. We have muddled the disorder we already had.

American’s for sure don’t know the meaning of rest. We are supposed to work, but God says his rest in between each duty, praying to him will give us simplicity, peace, health and joy.

My presence will go with you, and I will give you rest. (Exodus 33:14)

Our entertainment overload is not only costly financially, but adds to time spent away from God.

Maybe that explains why there is so much depression, anxiety, fear and ill-will.

Maybe that explains why the lethargic view of life is running rampant.

Maybe that explains the hopelessness, anger and defeated attitudes.

The decision to keep or get your sanity back may depend on your simplicity or the lack there of. My sanity is rather important to me…..and those around me.

His realm of peace is another atmosphere away from man’s activities. That realm is found in his presence through our day. The self-assured, self –efficient perfectionist knows no such place. Don’t allow yourself to get caught up in a circus of clogged up animation.

Productive, Godly work occurs during times of rest with him. The secret place of his presence is a miracle waiting to happen.

I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:8)

My life is a simple thing that would interest no one. It is a known fact that I was born and that is all that is necessary.Albert Einstein

Maybe old Albert knew a little more than just Physics.