It’s the truth!

English: Jesus Christ - detail from Deesis mos...
English: Jesus Christ – detail from Deesis mosaic, Hagia Sophia, Istanbul (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Acts 3 (New International Version)

Peter Heals a Lame Beggar

One day Peter and John were going up to the temple at the time of prayer—at three in the afternoon. Now a man who was lame from birth was being carried to the temple gate called Beautiful, where he was put every day to beg from those going into the temple courts. When he saw Peter and John about to enter, he asked them for money. Peter looked straight at him, as did John. Then Peter said, “Look at us!” So the man gave them his attention, expecting to get something from them.Then Peter said, “Silver or gold I do not have, but what I do have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk.” Taking him by the right hand, he helped him up, and instantly the man’s feet and ankles became strong. He jumped to his feet and began to walk. Then he went with them into the temple courts, walking and jumping, and praising God. When all the people saw him walking and praising God, 10 they recognized him as the same man who used to sit begging at the temple gate called Beautiful, and they were filled with wonder and amazement at what had happened to him.

Peter Speaks to the Onlookers

11 While the man held on to Peter and John, all the people were astonished and came running to them in the place called Solomon’s Colonnade. 12 When Peter saw this, he said to them: “Fellow Israelites, why does this surprise you? Why do you stare at us as if by our own power or godliness we had made this man walk? 13 The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the God of our fathers, has glorified his servant Jesus. You handed him over to be killed, and you disowned him before Pilate, though he had decided to let him go. 14 You disowned the Holy and Righteous One and asked that a murderer be released to you. 15 You killed the author of life, but God raised him from the dead. We are witnesses of this. 16 By faith in the name of Jesus, this man whom you see and know was made strong. It is Jesus’ name and the faith that comes through him that has completely healed him, as you can all see. 17 “Now, fellow Israelites, I know that you acted in ignorance, as did your leaders. 18 But this is how God fulfilled what he had foretold through all the prophets, saying that his Messiah would suffer. 19 Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord, 20 and that he may send the Messiah, who has been appointed for you—even Jesus. 21 Heaven must receive him until the time comes for God to restore everything, as he promised long ago through his holy prophets. 22 For Moses said, ‘The Lord your God will raise up for you a prophet like me from among your own people; you must listen to everything he tells you. 23 Anyone who does not listen to him will be completely cut off from their people.’ 24 “Indeed, beginning with Samuel, all the prophets who have spoken have foretold these days. 25 And you are heirs of the prophets and of the covenant God made with your fathers. He said to Abraham, ‘Through your offspring all peoples on earth will be blessed.’] 26 When God raised up his servant, he sent him first to you to bless you by turning each of you from your wicked ways.”

 

Now what part of this don’t you understand? Why are events like this so easily forgotten? Why do people refuse to believe even what their eyes are showing them? It isn’t make-believe, these things really did happen and many witnesses saw them, some recording them for future generations, your generation!  Think about what is written above, make sense of it then make up your mind whether you want what God offers through His son or are you content with the thought of being cast into a place you really don’t want to be?

Shirley Anne

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Tea break over back to work

Floor tiles
Floor tiles (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

After my lovely rest day on Tuesday I wanted to start work on my
wet-room project at home and accordingly I rose early. I wasn’t able to
do much except gather the necessary equipment and materials together
because E was still in bed and I needed to do some banging with the
hammer! I didn’t have to wait long as she came downstairs soon enough.
My plan was to lay the plywood I’d bought last week over the floorboards
to make a smooth surface for the laying of floor tiles later in the
project. This needed to be done before I could go ahead with any other
other work. A hole had already been knocked out last year and a grille
fitted externally for the extract fan but holes left in the brickwork
where we had removed the pipework for the old toilet furniture needed filling too. We also
needed to fit the extract pipe to the grille for when the fan is fitted
later on. No sooner had I finished cutting and laying the plywood when I
got a call to do a small job in a village some thirteen miles away. I
collected some materials en-route and arrived 50 minutes later at the
house. I did the job, got paid and was back home within two hours. Now
it was after one-thirty and lunch beckoned. After a very light lunch I
got a long ladder from the garage and removed the grille for the fan
extract, fitted the flexible pipe to it and fixed it back to the wall.
Back inside I mixed some mortar and filled the holes with bricks I’d cut
and filled in around the pipe for the fan. E had to go out for an
appointment at four and I’d had enough for one day so I just tidied up
the mess I’d produced. I was sitting having a drink and I got two calls
at the same time, one was a request to do another small job and the
other was to arrange a time to collect the cash I’d earned on that job
I’d been working on up to and over the weekend. So it’s all go again for
me and I am thoroughly enjoying it. I don’t know at the time of writing
whether I shall be able to work on my wet room on Thursday, it all
depends on my other commitments but if I get the opportunity I will!

Shirley Anne

A nice day off

Tuesday Afternoon
Tuesday Afternoon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Having worked hard over the last few days I was about due for some respite and relaxation. So it was that on Tuesday I made up my mind to take the day off, even from my home projects. E and I usually dine out on Tuesday afternoons and I wasn’t prepared to change that arrangement. I rose fairly late though I was downstairs by 10 o’clock and went for a bike ride, something I haven’t done recently mainly because of other activities however after I had returned home at around 11.30 I received a call from a lady who lives half a mile away. I have worked in her apartment previously and as the job was easy E said I should go. We don’t dine out too early anyway and I would be back home within 30 minutes. As it happened I could do little for the woman as she hadn’t the correct part for replacement. She said she would get the part that day and give me a call later so I was back home sooner than I thought! I changed my clothes and around 1.30 we set off to our favourite eating house. As usual we had a great time and two hours later we started back home. E took the coastal road which takes us past my local pub so I asked her if she would join with me for a couple of (soft) drinks but she had forgotten to bring some letters with her to post and the deadline for posting was that same day. She dropped me off and went home but a little later she drove into the pub’s car park to join me. I was sitting outside talking with a couple of guys we both are acquainted with and she joined with us. We stayed no longer than an hour and returned home for the day. In the evening I simply rested ready for the work to recommence the following day. All in all it was a really nice day off.

Shirley Anne

I can’t stop

English: Agri-Fab lawn sweeper
English: Agri-Fab lawn sweeper (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

E is probably worse than I am when it comes to working in the garden. She starts off doing one particular thing, maybe weeding and doesn’t know when to stop. She can spend hours on her knees on her kneeling frame digging out the weeds and tidying up the borders and I have to say makes a good job of it. When I do anything in the garden I have to admit that sometimes I don’t know when to stop either. On Sunday morning I got up late at around ten o’clock after a good night’s sleep and skipped breakfast again, taking only a fruit juice. I placed some clothes in the washing machine and spent a little time on the computer and by then it was time for lunch. Our neighbour was out finishing off mowing his lawn after starting the job the day before. I suppose he had something else to do and had to leave it. I looked at out lawn and wondered if I should mow it or leave it for a day or two but made the decision to do it after my lunch. E came out to join me after I had hung out the washing. I started mowing the lawn and she had it in mind to clear the weeds from the corner of the garden we propose to change when we’ve the time. After mowing the lawn I used the lawn ‘sweeper‘ as I call it to brush up the grass cuttings. The ‘sweeper’ is basically a brush about a metre wide which revolves when the unit is pushed and as it goes along it sweeps up the cuttings into the large canvas container behind it. I then transfer the cuttings into the ‘green’ waste bin by hand. I only have to do that twice but as the sweeper gets filled it gets heavier to push! Next job was to sweep the cuttings that had been deposited on the path surrounding the lawn  and the leaves which collect regularly on the little path to the large greenhouse. For some time now there have been plant pots, or rather large containers with plants in them parked on one section of the path and the trees and shrubs have slowly encroached over it too making it almost impossible to stay on the path when walking around the garden. I’d had enough of seeing it like that so the remaining containers were moved and the trees and shrubs cut back. E joined in to help me at that point and as she did we noticed some brambles growing in three places and spreading themselves through the foliage. There is nothing worse than trying to remove unwanted growth such as this. We located, with some difficulty, the roots and dug them out. I have the scratches on my arms to prove it! By now it was five o’clock and I took my washing, now dry, back into the house and brought E a cold drink on my return to the garden and asked her when she was going to finish doing her weeding. She was as usual reluctant to stop but it was getting late in the afternoon and we had been out there working for over four hours non-stop and it was hot in the sunshine. Telling her that the weeds would still be there the next day for her to dig out she called it a day and we came back indoors.

Shirley Anne

Fit as a fiddle

Fit as a Fiddle
Fit as a Fiddle (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have been working quite hard lately and finding myself very tired at the end of each day. Oh, I am not complaining about that in fact it is a good thing to go to bed tired as it usually means getting a good night’s sleep and waking up totally refreshed. That happened to me on Saturday night! Even though I had been working hard during the latter half of the week I found sleeping rather difficult on Friday evening and I had a very restless night. This led to my getting out of bed at four in the morning on Saturday and having worked hard again that day meant that by the evening I was very tired. I sometimes wonder if too much hard work is of real benefit to me but then I know the opposite to be true. For a person my age I think I am quite fit and everyday activity and work keeps me going. I know too many people who lead sedentary lives and even the smallest tasks sees them gasping for air. Not for me! I want to remain active for as long as I am able for there may come a time when I shan’t be able to. It isn’t just the desire to keep fit through exercise, I like exercise and it benefits me in other ways by keeping me occupied and relieving boredom. I like to take time out too. I was reading a fellow blogger’s post recently and she mentioned in one of her recent posts that she likes to get out on her bicycle when the weather is fine but fine weather is also needed to do essential outdoor home maintenance, which doesn’t help justifying a bike ride. Knowing Caroline I think she will somehow fit them both into her schedule. She likes to keep fit too and apparently has plenty to do to maintain it! I find I start getting aches and pains if I sit around for too long doing nothing and that cannot be good for me. When I get the chance to sit and do nothing I am already thinking about what I might get done next! I’ll stay as fit as a fiddle as long as I stay as fit as a fiddle!

Shirley Anne

Another plaything?

About a week ago I purchased a ‘dashcam’ for my van. It arrived on Saturday afternoon so I installed it and E and I went for a short test drive to see if we had set it up correctly, I say we but in fact it was E who set it up for me whilst I sang out the instructions. The resulting video is below. It shows a clip from the video where we drove through ‘The Village’ before returning home to play it on the computer. I have video editing software on the computer so I can save files in another more condensed format thereby saving space. Naturally I wouldn’t be saving files as a matter of course but only if the data was required for official reasons. The camera cost a mere £55 which included delivery. It can hold 24 hours of video and when the card is full it begins to overwrite previous recordings. Everything recorded is timed and dated for reference. In the event of an accident the data could prove very useful to my vehicle insurers if I needed to make a claim or indeed any false claims made against myself from a third party. The quality of the recording is adequately reasonable though in this clip I had inadvertently left a sheet of white paper on the dashboard the reflection of which shows up occasionally in the bright sunshine. See what you think. By the way my speed never rose above 30mph during the trip even though it does seem faster at times!

For those who might be interested: After the first right-hand turn you will see a parked car. It stands outside the building of the Identity and Passport Service and General Register Office. It occupies the corner around the next turn left leading up to the level crossing. This particular crossing is notorious for suicides in Southport, there having been one there only last week.

Shirley Anne

The end of another week?

English: Early Retirement West Fen Drove Littl...
English: Early Retirement West Fen Drove Little Downham Semi-Retired equipment often seen along the edges of the droves in the fens. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The end of another week as I write this on Friday but no, I am turning in to work on Saturday morning, something I haven’t done for quite some time. Officially I have declared myself to be semi-retired and working but a few hours each week if and when I get any work of course, unofficially this is sometimes far from the truth! If I didn’t enjoy what I do it would be rather sad but fortunately I like my work and enjoy myself doing it. This past week though has been a little gruelling at times for me. I worked a little on Monday and Tuesday mornings but Monday afternoon saw me quite ill as I explained in a recent post. Having regained my strength by Wednesday I was prepared to do some work at home, the wet room project regrettably left abandoned for over twelve months needed to be re-started. E and I went out to buy a couple of things and I wanted then to commence the work on Thursday morning. However a request to do some more work in the building I had worked in the previous week meant that my own project would have to be put on hold again. Since Thursday morning I haven’t stopped working in that building, even on Saturday morning. I will probably be working there on Bank Holiday Monday too which will be tomorrow when this is posted. Other people are making demands upon me too so it looks like my home project is going to take some time to get completed. I will of course have to refuse offers of work for a while and give myself time to work at home and to have days of well-earned rest too! I am not working today, Sunday.
E has again won prizes with her competition entries, this time winning £3000 to be spent on a holiday for two anywhere in the world of her choosing. She invites me to join her and we discussed where we might go but have made no plans as yet. The prize is open-ended meaning that there is no time limit as to when the money can be spent which is great as we don’t have to drop everything in order to take the break. By the time we go anywhere I will surely be needing the break! I haven’t had a holiday since 2009. I guess I am about due for one don’t you think?

Shirley Anne

Back to it

English: Finnish spruce plywood
English: Finnish spruce plywood (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Last week E and I were again reconciled after I instigated a little chat. I have to say I had to do something to break the ice for if I was to wait for E to make the first move I get the feeling we would never speak again. She knows now that she was in the wrong and has accordingly apologised. Naturally I accepted the apology and we have mended the rift. She is beginning to act the way she did when we first met and the change is amazing! I must say I have been taken completely by surprise by her new self and I hope she will remain as nice now as she once was toward me. That is all I ask of her. Anyway all this has prompted me to continue with my previously abandoned home projects, the main one being the wet room I had made preparations for some 80 weeks ago. Late on Wednesday morning we drove to the timber yard to purchase some plywood to lay on the existing wooden floor in that wet room and while we were waiting for them to cut the ply for us we did some shopping and stopped at the local Tesco store for a bite to eat as by now it was 1 o’clock. We had visited the store twenty minutes earlier for fuel thinking we could then go on to get the plywood and return directly home but most of the staff at the yard were on their lunch break and we had to arrange to return an hour later. So there we were in the cafeteria tucking into a rather delicious salad sandwich each. I whispered in E’s ear, ‘Don’t say I don’t take you out for lunch’, she smiled. Actually we go out every week together doing just that and had in fact dined out the day before. We finished our lunch and drove back to the timber yard to collect the plywood which had now been cut and was ready for collection. In that brief outing we spent £100. Money goes nowhere these days does it? I didn’t start the work after returning home as I was still feeling a little weak after my recent illness but I planned to begin the work on Thursday morning. Around six in the evening I received a call from the guy whom I had worked for last week who wanted me to do more work in the same office. That’s the way it goes, my job has to take second place to one the earns me money!

Shirley Anne

Doug’s Testimony

Doug
Doug (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As a child, I had frequent respiratory and airway infections.

One cool Fall day, I awakened with a fever and sore throat, accompanied by a cough. Mom, a nurse, checked me over and kept me home from school. When the pediatricians office opened, she called and made an appointment for later that same day. I could not eat, and my mom was worried it might be Strep throat. At the time of the appointment, we drove downtown where the pediatrician’s office was located and took the elevator to his floor.

As a young man, it was such a treat to go up the elevator, where an attendant controlled it by a hand-wheel.

We checked in at the desk. Curious, I sat down to look at the large aquarium they had in the office, marveling at the graceful fish and their beautiful colors. Soon after, we were called back to the office by Gail, the nurse. Time to once again sit on the crunchy paper while my temperature was taken with an old glass thermometer.

Gail popped it out of my mouth, ogling it as she said, very matter-of-factly, “I thought you felt hot, kiddo. Your temperature is 101.6.”

I coughed a little bit as Gail notified us the doctor would be in shortly.

I kept going back and forth from hot, to cold, when the doctor finally made his way in. A friendly man, he said hello and came right over, removing one of the tongue depressors from the drawer beneath the exam table. I opened up wide, as most kids do at the doctor’s office, and said, “AAAAHHH!”  I felt the tongue depressor slide back, holding my tongue down, and tasted the familiar flavor of the wooden blade.

“Well, its not Strep this time, but you have a good sinus infection, and its turning into bronchitis.” He moved over to the cabinet in the room and removed a bottle, pouring the liquid into a small measuring cup. It tasted nasty, so I chugged it down fast.

Afterward, the doctor pulled out the prescription pad and began his usual writing routine.  He told me that it was Penicillin. Shocked, mom stood up, explaining that I was allergic to penicillin. He said it was probably not a true allergy; rather, a sensitivity to one of the ingredients.

She remarked, “Well, the last time Doug took it, sheets of skin were peeling off his back.”

It was too late, because he’d already given me one dose of it. But, he doubted it was going to cause a problem, reminding her to call him if I complained of itching or feeling nauseous.

He then discarded the prescription he had written and prescribed a different antibiotic.

He smiled his usual bright smile that always reassured me, “You’ll feel beetter in a couple of days,” as he patted me on the back.

Just a little bit later, mom asked if I wanted to stop by Rike’s, which was the department store right next to the office building. I loved the store, the nicely dressed staff, the beautiful clothes and all the wonderful smells. I told my mom yes, because I was feeling okay at the time.

We walked slowly over to the store and mom quickly picked up the item she came to buy. Afterward, we stopped by the candy counter with all the wonderful candies in the glass cases.

Mom bought me the usual special treat: meltaway mints in pastel colors. I asked for two since I could hardly swallow. Happy, and with our business completed, we headed toward the exit near Main street.

As if something hit me, I immediately stopped, my mints tumbling to the floor. Mom looked at me and asked what happened. I mumbled, “I feel really funny..” as my voice trailed off.  It was like the floor had opened up and I was falling…falling off a precipice into nothingness.

My next awareness was mom yelling for help, but she sounded strange. I looked, but could not see her.  It was then I became aware that I was above her looking down. I was up by the ceiling, quickly taking glances back and forth. For some strange reason, I wasn’t afraid of heights like I normally was, although I was at least 12 feet in the air! In fact, I felt more well than I had in some time. My sore throat was gone.

Without warning, I saw my body lying on the floor, but it was not moving, and I sure looked pale.

Strangely, mom was holding my wrist, moving her fingers to the edge of my neck. I called out, but it was apparent she couldn’t hear me. It was when I called again that I witnessed her blood curdling scream for help. Folks began to crowd around us. I was horrified, not knowing what happened…. until I heard a sound, and felt a presence–a very wonderful sense of peace and wholeness in the presence of this new person.

I glanced up at the nice man and said, “I want to stay here in this wonderful place.”  But he had a different idea.

His smile could have lit an entire room, as he said, “I have made arrangements for you.  You will be allowed to come back, but it won’t be for a long time.”

I peeked behind the man, noting many people looking at us. He seemed to read my thoughts, “There are many people here, Doug. Someday, when the time is right you will be allowed to meet them. But now is not your time,” he paused.  He drew my attention to my mother.  Pointing at her, he said, “You must go back.”

She was pulling up my shirt, pressing on my chest. I remember feeling a pull at my body and felt myself being drawn back in. The man was fading as I said goodbye, and I was aware of the movement growing quicker. In a flash, I remember opening my eyes and seeing my mother.

Tears plummeted to the floor as she cried, “Breathe!  Breathe, Doug! Oh, please just breathe!”  Her voice broken with desperation.

I was gasping as I found myself back down on the floor beneath my mother’s tears.  She was still crying, exclaiming that she thought she had lost me. I told her I was safe with the nice man from the ceiling. She did not hear me, instead, she just grabbed me and pulled me close to her.

In a few minutes, the emergency medical staff came and lifted me up to the stretcher. They took me to the ambulance, parked right outside the door.

Something was different that day. I had peace unlike any other, and I knew that one day, I could go back to that special place where I was known. Not only was peace, but a love that I still cannot convey in word or action. I don’t think my parents ever understood what I told them about that experience, so I soon put it in the back of my mind and got on with my young life.

Only when I read a book about out-of-body experiences, and read one such account, did a light bulb of understanding go off in my mind. The experience described was very similar to what I experienced that day. I did not know the man was Jesus at the time, but that is the reality of what I believe now. One day I will return to experience what that man told me so long ago, but this time I will not have to leave.

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Shirley Anne

I could have done without this

To the Pain
To the Pain (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every once in a while we all get sick through one thing or another. I am no exception but I am fairly healthy for my age and get ill rarely, On Monday morning I arose as usual and lately that has been greeted by a pain in my right arm. A couple of years ago I suffered a trapped nerve in my neck which was quite debilitating at the time but I pulled through in the end. It appeared that I had the same problem come upon me again some six weeks or so ago. This made my right arm very painful and limited movement. The pain was with me all day long with no respite but gradually over the last few weeks things improved. However there still remains some pain in my upper arm muscles. As it happened I decided to spend some time on the treadmill on Monday morning and unusually near the end of my session I developed cramp in my right leg calf muscles, something I have not beforehand experienced. So now I had two pains to deal with. I had skipped breakfast because I had a restless sleep the night before through what I had thought was trapped wind and I didn’t wish to aggravate the problem. A lady called me in the morning to ask if I could check out a light fitting for her and as she lives but a short distance from me I went to have a look. I was back home within a half hour. By now it was almost lunchtime so I had a light lunch. Soon afterward I had gripping pains in my stomach which was partly due to trapped wind and I think food poisoning. That pain got worse during the afternoon despite my being able to bring wind up. I began to feel nauseous and eventually vomited out my lunch. The pain was unbearable but gradually into the evening it began to subside. Naturally I ate nothing more until the following afternoon. On top of all this I was a little constipated too and I could feel the pressure building up in my abdomen. Late in the evening I took a mild laxative and finally went to bed feeling somewhat better. The following morning most of the pain had disappeared but I skipped breakfast just in case I had a relapse. The laxative did its job too. As I was getting out of bed I got a call from a guy whom I’ve worked for before and he asked if I could check a wall light that wasn’t working. I told him I would call round later. As I was feeling much better I knew I could handle a couple of little jobs but in this case I need not have worried, the problem was simply a faulty lamp! He and his wife had evidently not thought about changing the lamp. How embarrassing! They insisted I get paid something for my trouble so it wasn’t a wasted journey. E and I spent the afternoon dining out now that I was feeling better.

Shirley Anne