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Who Knew?

The “Writing is on the Wall” or in the news, social media and TV.

The word is God was raising up another Joseph, but in the Middle East. Somehow he must have missed his flight and landed in Louisiana.

Only this time, his brothers aren’t the betrayers; he is a marked man from political insiders, Gay activists and a TV network gone awry.

Who knew he would arrive as a bearded swamp man who loved calling ducks. A man of principal waving his Bible in front of the world as a message of hope, joy and love.

The difference in Joseph of the Bible and the latest copy is the beginning of their lives. One grew up in the family of God; the other veered off the track into sex, drugs and rock- n- roll. Transformation comes in all forms. His was the kind of conversion that shaped the rest of his life.

Who knew what God was planning?

Who knew God was raising up this “swamp man” and his family for the last almost 7 decades to remind America he never left; he hasn’t changed his mind and his word is the truth.

Like Joseph, what began as a work of the devil became one of the greatest stories of forgiveness, grace and vindication.

Who knew God would create a family of long haired, bearded duck callers to become an “industry” within themselves and rock the entertainment world to the core?

Who knew a greedy TV network would contract this family of Louisiana Duck Callers with the plan to get the nation to laugh at them for their religious convictions?

Who knew God had given the hearts of his people the resources to raise up and fight for his religious beliefs?

Who knew the people of God would rally around this family of God by the multitudes in support of his Biblical stance?

And who knew God would allow it to backfire on the greedy in such a big way it would aid in changing the direction of this nation back to Jesus?

Well…..God did.

Isaiah 49:25 “I will contend with those who contend with you.”

The following is an updated photo of the Duck Dynasty family. Look Closely.

What do you see?


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That which is Sacred

What was sacred to God, remains.

He has not changed, neither has his Holiness.

Once we realize his stand is immovable, nothing else matters.

The consistent rot looting our minds has taken that which is “Sacred” to God by twisting it, mocking it and burying it with any mosaic of wickedness.  This is the moment knowing how to separate the sin from the sinner really comes in handy. Otherwise, I would be beating some heads with an iron fist.

This guarded reality is in need of protection.

If those who violate the “Sacred Trust” of God actually knew what they were messing around with, backing off quickly would be their next move. Falling on their knees might be the smartest route.

“Loose lips sink ships.” Who can argue with that phrase since it has become so popular?

Taking it lightly is not an option.

Fooling around with the pure, genuine marks of God is serious business. Just ask one of the slaves he rescued from Egypt about “sacred traditions” or the cherished promises of God.

Find out the details of building God’s temple down to the dimensions approximately 180 feet long, 90 feet wide and 50 feet high.  In honor of God’s greatness, this sanctuary housed the “Holy of Holies” along with the two tablets inscribed by “I AM” himself of the Ten Commandments. (Book of 1 Kings)

Ask the Jewish people about their homeland, Israel. The center of the world, this geographical soil represents the surroundings of Jesus’ heritage. As far as places go, you can’t get any more sacred than this.

God’s faithfulness is representative of his pure love given to every human being through a cross his son carried to his own grave.

His death crushed the enmity we were born with.

His Resurrection poured all that is genuine and wholesome from God the Father into our deceptive hearts and souls.

Today, he reigns to share that which is most sacred to him with us.


James 3: 17-18 “But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.  Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.”

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Who was Alexander the Metal Maker?

Yeah, who is this guy?sound doctrine

The Bible never ceases to amaze me. How anyone can think it is dull must not be reading the same one I read. Just when I begin to pat myself on the back for all I have learned (LOL) God reveals one verse unknown to my list of classroom unchartered territories.

2 Timothy 4:14 “Alexander the metalworker did me a great deal of harm. The Lord will repay him for what he has done.”

Whoa.  He might find someone else to add as a reference on his resume.

Researching him, very little is found.  There are other references to an “Alexander” in the NT who all came from Ephesus. Whether these 3 are 1 in the same is questionable. However the determination that 2 of them resided in Ephesus within the period of time Paul wrote 1Timothy and 2nd Timothy so it is highly possible at least 2 of them were the same Alexander. To be clear, there were other “Alexander’s” mentioned in the NT but evidence doesn’t speak to them as being this particular person.

1 Timothy 4 goes into some detail of Paul’s instructions to Timothy before his “departure.”  He outlines instructions of how to act, what to do and to “keep his head” in all situations.

Sounds almost like Timothy didn’t have both oars in the water? Or not?

Why was Paul warning him?

He goes on to explain how many would:

       Turn away from sound doctrine

       Cater to their own selfish desires

       Listen to only what they want to hear

       Surround themselves with those who believe as they did

       Turn away from the truth

       Accept myths as the truth


How did Paul know his words written toward the end of the 1st Century (time?)  would describe exactly the 21st Century?

Paul continues to inform Timothy, all his friends deserted him except Luke.  He asks Timothy to get Mark and bring him because he is a great support in ministry.  He also asks Timothy to bring with him some items he forgot such as his cloak and scrolls.

Now why is that in the Bible? Was Paul forgetful? Scatter brained? 

Paul prepares Timothy for his possible meeting with this metal maker, “Alexander.”

My take on this “Alexander” fellow reminds me of some big time names I won’t name.  He sounds like a modern day politician who indoctrinates others to his way of thinking or at least tries to.

 He was not to be trusted and was quite vocal about his stance against the Gospels.

 He refused the message Paul gave; may have done personal harm to the Apostle and could have been labeled “evil.”  Sound familiar?

Roaring Lion

Roaring Lion

And if I am not mistaken Paul refers to him as a “lion” in verse 17.

This Alexander guy was hardly mentioned but made such an impact on Paul he made sure Timothy was on his guard around this man.

Paul also clearly defined God saved him from the “Lions mouth” giving Timothy the assurance of protection and strength.

So….we should be able to take a lesson from our dear, old Paul…..

“Alexander’s” may be standing right in front of us, but what Alexander doesn’t see in between us will  stop  him.


Are we on the inside looking out or outside looking in?



This photo is the latest at our house. We have a bird feeder right outside of the window which is getting plenty of attention and not just from the birds.

Discovering the feeder through the big window for her (the cat) was like having her treats and Salmon and Crab Meat dinner all at once.

Of course the event becomes more exciting with the window opened. She sits and listens to the birds chirping; some are quite loud. She has yet to figure out why they are so close to her. My husband commented,

“When she starts tearing the screen to get to a bird, it will be time to shut the window.”

Spoilsport. Party pooper. Killjoy.

While I was trying to get a decent picture which was difficult due to the lighting outside, she sat perfectly still staring at the bird. After a good long while she turned around and peered at me as if to ask,

“Can I get that bird?” or “is it ok if I grab the little tweet and leave it on the doorstep?”

The cat has no idea there is a barrier between her and the bird. For all she knows all she has to do is jump on the ledge and treat herself to a fine feathered…..well, you get the idea.

Observing her in this position reminds me of many people.

Human nature in its selfish state is like a barrier to the abundance waiting us.

Our efforts to reach beyond to get what we want are useless without removing the fences of self-reliance and independent spirit.

More than ever our society is filled with individuals wandering aimlessly around in their self-created 40 year wilderness. They, like the cat have no idea they are visionless to the transparent glass in front of them.

It may take quite a few hits before they realize the bird is on the other side impossible to reach from where they stand.

So it is with the truth.

We would rather get beat up by a piece of glass we can’t see instead of walking around to the other side where vision is paramount and prosperity is real.

This modern day prevalence is hindering nations of lost souls from seeing Jesus. His name has become a bad word; or a source of indifference. And people wonder why it all looks like it is falling apart.

Jesus is the vision through the transparent glass.

Jesus is our bounty and plenty.

Jesus is the way out of any wilderness; self-created or otherwise.

Whether you are inside looking out or outside looking in, it doesn’t matter.

Jesus is the way, the truth and the life.

And that is crystal clear.


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Stained Plans-In admiration of Heather McCoy

Years ago I spent my summers working in our church conference center. Many wonderful and endearing friendships came out of those memorable seasons. And also some real jerks.

And there he was.  The man of my dreams.

Girls flocked around him.

Guys envied him.

Me? I just wanted him to notice me.

When he finally did, I knew I had met my first love. Ugh. Gag.

The next year in high school would be a very long one. Knowing that seeing him wouldn’t be until the next summer was excruciating.  UPDATE: he spoke to me one time.

The future held no other course but to once again see him from a distance.

What could be wrong? He came from a very prestigious family. Intelligent. Political minded. He spoke with clarity and as if he knew more than most. His looks sure didn’t hurt. He was perfect.

The last summer before college he was there. He had a girlfriend. She was there too.

My dream was shattered.

The first semester of college was extraordinary.

These were the days when you actually went on dates to get ice cream, or a good meal 25 miles away considering the food we ate was well, “mystery meat?”

Half way through the semester one of the college staff members invited me to a homecoming game at a nearby arch rival college.

Making a quick trip to the hot dog and coke stand but who do I run into?

Yes. He was right in front of me. And this time he really noticed.

He asked me for my phone number.

He called. We went out 5 times. Our last date he became angry over the most ridiculous and trivial matter. He dropped me off in front of my dorm and drove off. I never saw or heard from him again.

Good riddance jerk.

The pattern of always needing something to look forward to ran through my veins until one day God showed me that was no way to live.

Attempting to have a calendar of “fun” was forcibly changed.  Survival mode had set in.

Soon, the joys of looking forward to anything good became thoughts of waking up without being scolded or yelled at by a sinister husband.

That changed into thoughts of how soon and quickly can I leave him.

Once I became a single parent, even the daily hardships were so much better than what I had lived through with a possessive, controlling, compulsive liar.

10 years into the role of being everything to everyone, I yearned for peace and quiet; to be honest I wanted to run away. For most single parents, this is the life led.  Exhaustion, weariness, inability to do it all and unmistakably labeled. By then, just waking up and realizing I was still alive was my future plans.

I had all but forgotten what it was like to remotely think of having a vacation, or a day to myself. In fact, those thoughts rarely occurred and when they did I laughed it off as a silly notion. HOW DARE I THINK OF HAVING, MUCH LESS PLANNING A DAY TO MYSELF?

The man who knows the value of a good meal, is the man who is starving.

The woman who is ill knows the value of good health.

The family who lives in poverty knows the importance of having a roof over their heads.

Now the truth is I don’t make plans. God broke me of doing it so long ago that living one day at a time is my plan. Or God’s plan.

In the midst of all the years of pain, loss and difficulties God taught me so often we make plans that are stained with greed, selfishness and personal promotion.

Whatever our plan may be, if God isn’t in it, it will never live up to our expectations. Disappointment will be a dominate factor until we make up our minds to ask God what he wants us to do.

Blessings pour from the abundance God has for us as we learn that his ways and thoughts are always better than ours. Living for God one day at a time rejects any idea we are missing out on anything or are settling for less.

Heather McCoy is a perfect example of living life one day at a time. She understands the true meaning and importance of health.  While most of us take breathing for granted, Heather has waited her 20 years on earth to be able to breathe normally. She aligned her plans with God’s mission which has proven to be a miracle of healing.

Her walk has been in the classroom of God’s “divine nature.” She graduated from the college of God’s chosen.

As she continues to improve and recover from a double-lung transplant, her story is reaching people all over the globe offering hope, joy unspeakable and a love for living life as God intended; as a true disciple.

Heather’s cross has been heavier than most to bear but she learned early on from the Master Cross Bearer how to carry it better than anyone I have ever seen.

The musician and the singer. CF transplant buddies. Friends forever. — with Nicole Marie and Heather McCoy.

The musician and the singer. CF transplant buddies. Friends forever. — with Nicole Marie and Heather McCoy.


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.


Oh, Hogwash

Do you ever get weary of hearing the same words over and over? Repeat, repeat, repeat or nag, nag, nag?

What happens to those words?

After so much repetition we by instinct begin to block it out. Selective hearing maybe?

It works for me.

Depending on the words recited reflects the inner soul of a person. We tend to repeat ourselves with the same people we believe closed up shop the first time we spoke.


We think our words are important.

We believe we are helping.

We think we know more than those around us.

We are striving to get attention. What?

Chatter is one thing; a vocabulary with substance is another.

Chitchat or blather quickly becomes old or useless especially when one is trying to get a point across that is blatantly wrong. Listening to such futility breeds dissension.

However there are those who run off at the mouth as a marketing tool.

“What you hear you will eventually believe” which is why knowing the truth from lies is of utmost importance.

Impatience is born out of broken records. Once you know the drill listening becomes a chore.

Proverbs 26:28 “A lying tongue hates those it hurts, and a flattering mouth works ruin.”

Reading that verse makes you quickly think of those who have lied to you or sent you off with a list of abject remarks.

Rather harsh isn’t it? Not if you are the one on the receiving end of the lies; it makes perfect sense.field of ignorance

If you have ever been lied to repeatedly by the same person, their compulsion becomes hogwash. The lies become such a way of life to them, they forget which lie they told and when.  Questioning their integrity is an all out hypocrisy considering they really believe their own lies and are getting away with it.
The Bible specifically spells out our perjuring society today.

2 Timothy 4:3, 4 “For the time will come when people will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear. They will turn their ears away from the truth and turn aside to myths.”

Does ignorance to the truth have significance for the liar?

Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found, was blind but now I see.”

The Bible is the Word of God and is the basis for all truth.

Many have never seen a Bible, are uneducated due to circumstances out of their control or are too busy running around in diapers.  Notable excuses should forgive ignorance.

If you sincerely try to read and understand the truth, the veil of ignorance may be excused until it is removed by his Amazing Grace.

If you have a Bible but never read it, you have no excuse for your ignorance.

If you reject the Bible out of rebellion and stubborn pride, your ignorance is simply ignorant and you have no reason to complain about your sorry life.

Lying is an insult to our intelligence. The liar is so consumed with “self admiration” not believing them reeks of stupidity. Twisting the truth has become the norm hoping to obliterate those who live by it as being irrelevant.

Proverbs 10:10 “Whoever winks maliciously causes grief, and a chattering fool comes to ruin.”

A thick line has been drawn in this nation between “the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth” and hogwash.

As those with “itching ears” rumble in the mud of their own blindness, we who wait in God’s word will emerge with the same mercy granted to us when our eyes were covered in smudge.

I think we should start rounding up as many water hoses as we can find.

After we help them wash the mud stuck to their eyes, we can show them the way to the cross.

red rosePhoto by Randy Harrison




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A Smooth Pit of Fresh Dirt

Misinterpretations, degradations of influence and lack of knowledge comfort those who want to silence others. Why? As I have so many times blogged about; the truth.

The truth offends, hurts, and convicts.

The truth will not be silenced. God won’t let it and neither will I.

Yep: That is what it comes down to. For years I evaded the truth.

Granted, when one believes “they know it all” for better or worse the stench grows.

This post is an extension of the re-blogged post I made from J. S. Parks, the Atheist Pastor yesterday. If you haven’t read it, please do. I yelled at him through cyber space for writing what I had intended; but as usual his eloquent humility can’t be beat.


The saying goes, “If you aren’t going to do it right, don’t do it.”

The label fits many alternative speeches, but in the realm of Christ, it is one step easier to fall away. Too many times that adventure happened, only to find myself on the verge of digging just one more pit. To be honest, I don’t want any more pits.

I have fallen into the pits of depression, anxiety, panic, selfishness, greed, illness, depravity; etc. etc. etc. Oh you get the idea. Some were dug with my own shovel, others by the darts and swords of Satan, but climbing out was done every time by the hand of Jesus who reached down and gave me a big “yank” out of the mud and mire.

The pits are now covered over with fresh dirt; not that I have mastered the ability to avoid tripping and falling head first into any one of them. However, over the last 2 years I tried to dig myself another pit but was stopped before I even retrieved my trusty, little shovel from the storage.

The pit of persecution has hit me head on. But by the steady, grace and mercy of God he prevented it from pushing me over the edge. Years of offenses, and heartaches stopped short of understanding God was my defense.

Had God not revealed to me through resources of fellow Christian authors, bloggers and Biblical ventures of David, Moses and shall we say the likes of Joseph, my Pit of Persecution would be dug, clean and ready to inhabit. The padded dirt would have become my home of homes to wallow and make my life’s reclusion. Oh, it would have been so easy.

The difference? God taught me ahead of time what to expect. Reading Mark 10:29 over and over for some reason I couldn’t figure out why. We tend to leave out the sentences we wish to ignore like “and with them, persecutions.” That wasn’t going to happen to me. Why would it? What do I know about God?

Persecution happens to people who stand up wholeheartedly for God.

Persecution happens to people who are willing to lose everything for God.

Persecution happens to people who speak the truth and the Holy Spirit convicts those who hear it.
Oh, my. No wonder some people are angry.

They think it is me offending them when all I am trying to do is repeat what God has taught me.
And if you really think about it, I had to learn all this stuff myself
before I could speak it!!!! Do you think that has been easy?

Do you really think I have enjoyed God using me as a glob of slimy clay, molding, scraping and making me dizzy while he churns me around his mold?  And to think he isn’t even close to throwing me into the fire? Oh to be Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.

Thick skin begins to grow or either it starts peeling off. If you are going to truly follow Jesus, you acquire a thick skin or get run over.  J.S. Parks relented how easy it is to want to give up when you have a fruit tree minus the fruit.

So what keeps us from giving up? What is the point in losing everything from your dignity to friends and for many, even family?

The Heart of God.  The truth of God. The Cross of Christ.

Unexplainable as it is, it is what it is.

A culmination of every quality and characteristic of Christ in his purest and perfect form as the “Center of the Universe.”

Yes. It is all about him; the Masterpiece of Humanity.

So for all that is written from this pen and paper is worth whatever loss, hits or battle scars that have or will invade this territory. From stinging whips that sliced my back to death staring me in the face, there is nothing left for me to lose, humanly speaking.

As God carefully immersed my scars in his healing hands,my heart began to heal as well.
Years of searching for“the meaning of life”
is now the truth God has taught me to share.

The “Pit of Persecution” is now a smooth, pile of dirt. The preventive measures I learned from God have taught me to stand on top of that pile of dirt instead of allowing it to be thrown on top of me. God’s love has come full circle because even I am shocked that I now understand how and why Jesus said, “Father, for give them; for they know not what they do.”





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The Antithesis of Communication

Her eyes are runny and itchy. She is stopped up so she snores when she sleeps.

She is still eating pretty well so I assume it is allergies.
We were out of allergy medicine for her so I made a trip to the drugstore.

Needing some liquid Benadryl or the generic brand, I found a bottle of the
Walgreen’s brand only it was Bubble Gum flavored. Not her favorite.

Asking this young new pharmacist if they had any other, he kindly stepped out from behind the counter.

He asked me some questions.

“Why do you need liquid?”

Me: “Because she can’ take pills.”

Pharmacist: “How old is she?”

Me: “Oh, she’s 10.”

Pharmacist: “She is 10 and only takes liquid medicine?”

Me: “Yes.

Pharmacist: “Why won’t she take pills?”

Me: “Well, that would be a little difficult.”

Pharmacist:” I know a lot of 10 year olds that take pills. Is she afraid of them?”

Me: “No. It would be a little hard for me to put it down her throat.”

Pharmacist: “You would have to put a pill down her throat?”

Me: “Yes. How else would I give it to her?”

Pharmacist: “Can’t she take it herself?”

Me: “No, she doesn’t know what medicine is and if it tastes bad she isn’t likely to try it on her own.”

The Pharmacist looked at me with a rather shocked look on his face.

Pharmacist:”She doesn’t know what medicine is?”

Me: “No. How could she?”

Pharmacist: “Most 10 year olds know what medicine is. Has she ever had any before?”

Me: “Well, not much. In her short life she has been quite healthy. Even at her age she still gets out a lot. She loves being outside. That keeps her little body in shape.”

Pharmacist: “Exercise is good. 10 year olds need to get out.”

Looking at me again he seemed perplexed.

He found a bottle of generic liquid Benadryl that was Cherry flavored. He asked me if that would work.

Me:”Yes, but she isn’t big on flavor if you know what I mean. So how much do I give her? She is 10, but weighs 8 pounds. Does weight make a difference in the dosage?”

The Pharmacist looked at me and responded rather loudly,

“What? She only weighs 8 pounds? What have you done to her? Do you not feed her?”

Me: “Of course I feed her. She loves crab meat, salmon and most fish. She isn’t a big fan of chicken.”

Pharmacist: “Ma’am. This sounds like child abuse. I am going to have to report you.”

Me: “What? Why? because my cat doesn’t’ like chicken?”

He gave me the liquid cherry flavored Benadryl, shook his head and walked away.

I left laughing!




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