Did Jesus have a Facebook Page?

Christianity 0ut of the Box


In this picture made available Tuesday Feb. 5, 2013, US actor Bruce Willis , arrives for the premiere of the movie 'A Good Day to Die Hard' in Berlin, Germany, Monday Feb. 4, 2013. (AP Photo/dpa, Britta Pedersen)

For the most part I agree with Bruce Willis. He is against gun control and infringement upon our 2nd Amendment rights. However he does not believe violence and crime in Hollywood/movies/TV should be seen as an influence. I beg to differ; I believe we are definitely influenced by what we see, hear and watch.


“I’m not the Repairman”

Why is it when something breaks men always ask their wives to take care of it?

Who do they think we are? The plumber? The Electrician? The General Handyman?

If I could do it myself then why did I ask you about it in the first place?

I do not have a degree in “fix it all.”

I do not have a degree in “fix it all” because I don’t want to “fix it all.”

I want you to “fix it all.”

“Oh, honey, just go to Lowes and they will help you pick it out.” Sure! Right! I have nothing better to do especially since I have no idea what I am supposed to pick out.

Sometimes I wish we didn’t have a Lowes. It’s like a copout for “I don’t have time to mess with that, but Lowe’s can tell you what you need.”

I wonder if the sales associates at Lowe’s get tired of men sending their wives who know nothing about ice maker filters to them to buy an ice maker filter.

Maybe they send us because they don’t want to look like they don’t know what an ice maker filter is?

Naaa…..they really don’t want to do home repair work. Why would they when they can get their wonderful wives to find someone else to do it for them?

Of course it is just one more role for the loving, caring, smart, intelligent, bright, clever, resourceful women that we are. Only we didn’t ask for it.

It is an assumption I have discovered by most men that we women are to be considered for every job that comes along. Never mind that it wasn’t in our marriage contract that we were supposed to become “Tim the Tool Man Taylor.”

If there was an advertisement for most women it would read as follows:

Needed; Full time wife. Hours: 24/7. Pay: 0.00, No vacation and no benefits. She must be qualified but not limited to be a chef, banker, housekeeper, parent, nurse, caretaker, educator, and all around handy woman. Prefer someone with extensive knowledge of car and appliance repair. Please call or email for the full list of job requirements.

Who in their right mind would answer an ad like that? Not me.
Oh. But, those are all the jobs I do every day plus some?  Where is my paycheck? My vacation?

Recently a male blogger friend of mine told me I needed to read Proverbs 31.
You know, the chapter describing the perfect wife? Well I read it.

There is not one word in those verses claiming we wives are supposed to be automatic repair women.
And it does not say we have to go to Lowe’s to pick up ice maker filters.

Now, I can just hear some of you men out there yelling,

“It may not be in Proverbs 31 but it is under the “Umbrella Contract of Submission.”

WHAT! Don’t even get me started on the proverbial, controversial submission clause.

The Submission clause is for another day.

For now I am the wife who is of noble character, brings good to my husband and speaks with wisdom. (Proverbs 31: 10, 12, 26)

P. S. At the request of my husband, I went to Lowe’s today and found the filter needed for our ice maker.









Voter ?

June 12 was Primary day. As a registered voter I
used my privilege to voice my opinion in one poll.

Had I not been paying attention my vote may have been cast wrong.

The lonely school had a few cars out front. Once inside it was evident those cars belonged to the 7 people working in the precinct.

The Governor had posted on FB and our local newspaper to make sure we had our Registration Card and Drivers License. Expecting to be asked for both, I made sure they were readily available.

The first woman at the table sent me to the woman at the next table after reviewing my registration card.

I said “hello” and handed her my voter ID card.

After asking me my party affiliation she opened a booklet full of names listed alphabetically.
Scrolling down she found my name. Before she did anything else I asked,

“Don’t you need to see my Drivers’ License?”

“No.” was her response.

Surprised she didn’t need it, I put it away.

Her attention span was either short or she was more interested in the conversation going on next to her.
As she circled a spot on the roster of names I just happen to be watching.

“Ma’am, you circled someone else’s name. That is not my name.”

I pointed to the roster at my name.

She appeared to be confused as if I was wrong.

Fumbling with her pencil I kept my finger pointed on my name. Finally she checked my Voter ID card again to make sure I was who I am.

Erasing the wrong circle, I made sure she colored the one by my name.

Is this the face of America today? Mistake or intentional I still don’t know. I would like to think this kind  lady was a kind  lady who just made a mistake. But how many other names did she get wrong? How many other names confused her?

I had to ask myself if her hesitation to correct it was she didn’t care, was disinterested or she didn’t believe me.

Regardless of the reason for the wrong, my vote almost didn’t count.

A voter miscalculation would have been easier to accept had there been a line out the door of other dedicated suffragists.

It was just little ole’ me exercising my right as a tax paying, registered citizen.

How often did this occur yesterday?

How often has it happened in the past?

My experience voting yesterday gives a whole new meaning to the famous slogan,

“Your Vote Counts.”




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The Sunshine Award

Sunshine Award

Posted March 9, 2012 by Cathy Craig Neil


The Sunshine Award!!! YEA!

I want to thank rebecaurora  who nominated me for this award, I just feel blessed and thankful !!

You can quickly link to Rebecca’s blog by clicking on her name in the above line.

Rebecca is an inspiration from our younger generation of bloggers. She has great taste in clothes, has a beautiful family and loves the Lord.  You will enjoy reading her words of grace.

I love this award and feel so honored and humbled that Rebecca sent it my way. The Lord has shown me he wants people to understand his funny side; the side the world seems to have left out. He has a great sense of humor so it is with great pleasure that I write to humor him!

I will answer some questions, as this is part of accepting this nomination:

  • Favorite colors: Blue and Green
  • Favorite animal: Cat
  • Favorite number: 7
  • Favorite non-alcoholic drink: Peach Tea
  • Prefer Facebook or Twitter? Facebook
  • My passion: Loving GOD and loving people
  • Prefer getting or giving presents? Giving. God has already given me all I need.
  • Favorite pattern: rainbow
  • Favorite day of the week: Friday
  • Favorite flower: Dogwood

There are many Sunshine bloggers out there in WordPress land; some of you have already received it so here are some new ones!









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Grow Up? Why?

Yesterday I posted a semi-rant after watching a video from Facebook  from someone who believes the “occupy wall-street” protestors had every right to protest. Yes, our constitution allows for that. BUT WHEN DO WE GROW UP?

Most of those protesting appear to be young people; by that I mean younger than I am. Thinking back when I was their age protesting was not on my agenda. Maybe that was because I was too busy trying to graduate from college and get on with my life. Did I miss something? Oh yea. They want that on their resume!

“I was a Wall-Street Occupier. I sat in the cold for days on end, slept in a tent with no heat and ate bugs. I deserve a job.” I don’t have that on my resume. Will protesting be a requirement now to get a job?

Growing up these days is hard, I know that. I heard the other day we actually don’t make wise decisions until age 50.

If this is true what about the other 49 years prior to the big 50? Does this mean we don’t have to be accountable for ourselves? Does it mean we are excused for our stupidity for the 49 years prior to this?  I wish I was younger so I could be in this category.

For those of us who have already gone past the 1/2 century mark are we to be placed in the stocks  for working, raising children and paying our bills on time because we are held accountable?  Are we excused for the 49 years prior because I just read this on yahoo the other day? If so, that isn’t fair.

To be honest I know people who never grow up. Do you know anyone like that? It is as if they are stuck. I wonder if they want to be stuck. What happens before that magic day of accountability  when life slaps you in the face with something you can’t handle?

Do you run to those who are occupying wall street? Do you run to another unaccountable person like you? Do you run to the almighty government?

No. You run to someone who is accountable. You run to someone who loves you. You run to someone with answers.

His name is Jesus

Remember him? The one your accountable parents taught you about? The Savior who died for you on a cross that literally changed the world? The Lamb of God who is always with you and  will be with you when your life falls apart?

My advice: It is time to grow up America. Stop your protests and complaining and realize you live in the most blessed country in the world. You might want to do that quickly before it all falls apart because when it does happen you might be fighting  for that foxhole the atheists have jumped into.