Tried to stop me

It was another dull Monday and I was a little disappointed because the forecast had indicated a sunnier day in prospect. Nevertheless I still got on with my schedule. The weather wasn’t going to stop me. I had not eaten for fifteen hours as I had to give some blood samples at the surgery which required I wasn’t to eat in advance. Fortunately the appointment was for eight-thirty but unfortunately I had gotten up around five o’clock because I couldn’t stay in bed once awake. That meant three hours of feeling hungry until the samples were taken. To my amazement I was seen ten minutes earlier than I expected so was back home before eight forty-five. After my breakfast of porridge I donned my overalls and went into the garden to do some concrete laying. I had prepared the area before leaving for the surgery by breaking up some of the clay floor tiles which we had left over from digging the pit in the gym/boiler room. They would act as a rubble to bind the concrete together at the same time lessen the amount of concrete needed. I do this with every concrete mix I prepare but it is usually used as a base on which the concrete is laid. As the ramp was being constructed on an already existing concrete base the rubble was only being used to take up some of the volume. It would all get covered with a finer concrete later anyway. Well just as I had finished it began to rain so I covered the area with boards and sheets to keep it dry whilst setting. I had it finished before ten o’clock. I couldn’t do any more work that day because after lunch I had a funeral to attend. My next-door neighbour had passed away in hospital the previous Monday and her funeral was at two o’clock.

We drove to the crematorium to meet with others there though not many had attended, about a dozen including E and myself. The service was fairly brief and soon we were all outside chatting together and paying our respects to her son who was putting on a brave face. There isn’t much one can say at funerals but simply being there lends much support. There was no wake as such but a small gathering at our neighbour’s house. Later in the evening I returned the flag to the top of the pole as it had been at half-mast for a few days. Now life was to carry on as usual for everyone.

Shirley Anne

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Half-mast

Monday 11 th March. A bright and sunny day, well it was first thing in the morning around seven o’clock when I awoke. Soon the clouds appeared but later in the morning it turned bright and sunny once again. By evening it returned to being dull. The thing I noticed most of all was the fact the wind had subsided and I could hoist the flag again but I would do it later in the day. I had finished breakfast around eight-thirty but had to wait for E to come downstairs for hers. I say waiting because we had plans to go shopping but as on every occasion E won’t be hurried so we didn’t leave the house until well after eleven o’clock. Our first port of call was to the lawnmower store and repair shop . I wanted to check whether our lawn mower had been repaired and also to seek help in regard to the new ride-on mower we had purchased. We were finding it difficult to engage the cutting blades mechanism without the engine cutting out. The mower wasn’t ready for collection but someone would deliver it when it had been and see if anything what was wrong with the new mower. We moved on from there and drove into town and parked up. We visited a few stores, E had her glasses (spectacles) repaired, I purchased cosmetics and toiletries, E returned an unwanted article of clothing for her mom and I purchased a pair of flat-heeled shoes. By this time it was one-thirty and I told E I was taking her to a place of her choice for lunch. She chose a pub/restaurant a mile or so out of town where we often go. On our way back home we dropped off at Dobbies garden centre for a coffee and cake. We had chosen not to have a dessert with our lunch. Finally we arrived back home at five-thirty. As I was parking the van in the garage E called me over to the gate and told me she had just heard a loud crashing sound. One of our elderly neighbours had arrived at the main road and had collided with a vehicle entering our road. The old guy struggles to get about and should really have given up driving some years ago because of state of health. Our next-door neighbour (who happens to be a police inspector) went down to see if he could help. In the meantime E and I took our purchases indoors before returning outside to chat with our next-door neighbour and for me to hoist the flag as I had intended. After a minor repair I hoisted the flag to half-mast.

Earlier in the day our next-door neighbour had called by phone and spoke with E. He had some sad news regarding his mom who had again been taken to hospital as she had been very poorly. If you remember she had been suffering with COPD. and we had nearly lost her last year. He told E that she had died that morning about six o’clock. Out of respect therefore the flag was left at half=mast and would remain so until her funeral the following Monday.

Shirley Anne

Dropping like flies

"It's goodnight from me." "And ...
“It’s goodnight from me.” “And it’s goodnight from him”. On left, with partner Ronnie Barker in their regular news anchor spoof. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I was watching the news on television a couple of days ago and heard the report that one of our country’s beloved comedians had just died that morning at home with his family around him. Those outside the UK may not have heard the name Ronnie Corbet but he was well-known here as the other half of the comedy duo ‘The two Ronnies‘. His stage partner Ronnie Barker died some time ago. It was only a matter of weeks ago we learned that Terry Wogan had died. He was well-known as a comedian amongst other things too. As I sat and listened I was reminded of the many famous television personalities, impresarios, celebrities and politicians who have died in latter times and who were at their peak as I grew through adulthood. It is a sobering thought and a reminder that we are all mortal and our day will follow whenever it is time for us. This is something over which we have no control. Many people live to a ripe old age though if you read Scripture you will see that in the beginning people lived far longer than they do now. Adam we are told lived until he was 930, Seth his son live 912, Enosh 905, Methuselah lived 969, the oldest recorded age for a human. Up and until the time of Noah people lived for hundreds of years but thereafter began to experience shorter lifespans. When God created mankind His intentions were that they should not die at all and it was because of man’s sin that death and decay ensued. In today’s world scientists are striving to seek that formula to make us all able to live longer. It will never happen. There is now only one way to live forever and that is through the gift that God has provided for all who will place their trust in His Son. If we believe in Jesus Christ and in the One who sent him we will be saved. We can live forever as it was originally planned but now only through Jesus Christ. How sad the world of today has become without the knowledge and trust in Jesus. We do not just die and rot in the ground but we will be judged. Don’t allow yourself to die without the love of and for Jesus in your heart, without the love of God to save you. If you don’t accept Jesus, don’t believe in God a place has been set aside for you but it won’t be nice and it will last forever. If you want to live forever in Heaven it is there for the taking but you will live forever one way or the other so Scripture tells us. Make sure it is in the right place.

I’ve a wonderful love
That’s so deep in my heart
Came into my life
Gave me a new start
Through all of my sorrows
My troubles and pain
Whenever I fell
I was lifted again.
The joy of this love
Gives to each one a share
With no special favours
To black, brown or fair.
Take hold of this love
There for each one of us
The love of my Saviour
My sweet Lord Jesus.

Copyright Shirley Anne 31 March 2003

Shirley Anne

Life after death

Is There Life After Death? Study Suggests

Consciousness Continues After Heartbeat Stops

Posted: 08/10/2014 11:27 BST Updated: 5 hours ago

Is there such a thing as life after death?

While this was once a question pondered by philosophers and religious groups, scientists are now seriously considering the possibility that consciousness can continue after a person has been clinically diagnosed as dead.

A large-scale study involving 2,060 patients from 15 hospitals in the UK, USA and Austria has found that patients experience real events for up to a three-minute period after their heart has stopped beating.

Dr Sam Parnia, assistant professor of critical care medicine and director of resuscitation research at the State University of New York and a former research fellow at the University of Southampton, said it was previously thought only hallucinatory events were experienced in these circumstances.

These are normally described as out-of-body experiences (OBEs) or near-death experiences (NDEs).

The Awareness during Resuscitation (Aware) study, sponsored by the University of Southampton, used objective markers to establish whether the experiences were real or hallucinatory.

The results showed that 39% of patients who survived cardiac arrest described a perception of awareness but did not have explicit recall.

A total of 46% experienced a broad range of mental recollections, 9% had experiences compatible with NDEs and 2% exhibited full awareness compatible with OBEs with explicit recall of “seeing” and “hearing” events.

One man in particular, a 57-year-old social worker from Southampton, was reported to have given a “very credible” account of what was happening in the room during the three minutes that he was “clinically dead”.

The man could describe the movements of the doctors and nurses in the room with uncanny accuracy. He told the researchers he felt he was standing in the corner of the room, observing the medical staff resuscitate him.

Dr Parnia said: “This is significant, since it has often been assumed that experiences in relation to death are likely hallucinations or illusions, occurring either before the heart stops or after the heart has been successfully restarted, but not an experience corresponding with ‘real’ events when the heart isn’t beating.

“In this case, consciousness and awareness appeared to occur during a three-minute period when there was no heartbeat.

“This is paradoxical, since the brain typically ceases functioning within 20-30 seconds of the heart stopping and doesn’t resume again until the heart has been restarted.

“Furthermore, the detailed recollections of visual awareness in this case were consistent with verified events.

“Thus, while it was not possible to absolutely prove the reality or meaning of patients’ experiences and claims of awareness, (due to the very low incidence – 2% – of explicit recall of visual awareness or so-called OBEs), it was impossible to disclaim them either and more work is needed in this area.

“Clearly, the recalled experience surrounding death now merits further genuine investigation without prejudice.”

Research psychologist at Nottingham Trent University Dr David Wilde, is currently gathering data on out-of-body experiences in an attempt to discover a pattern.

Speaking to The Telegraph, he said: “Most studies look retrospectively, 10 or 20 years ago, but the researchers went out looking for examples and used a really large sample size, so this gives the work a lot of validity.

“There is some very good evidence here that these experiences are actually happening after people have medically died.

“We just don’t know what is going on. We are still very much in the dark about what happens when you die and hopefully this study will help shine a scientific lens onto that.”

The study was published in the journal Resuscitation.

End of article……………..

Paradise: Ascent of the Blessed
Paradise: Ascent of the Blessed (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The problem I find with this argument is that it speaks about the conscious mind and nothing is said about the spirit which is the essence of the being. Conscience and spirit are two separate things. Conscience is linked to the physical whilst spirit is not. There can be no definitive proof of life after death unless somebody rises from death to live again as Jesus did and was visible proof to thousands who saw him after he had arisen. Anything connected with the brain dies when the brain dies but the spirit within the body, the person, rises for it cannot be destroyed by physical death. Only one person can destroy the spirit and that is He who made it, our heavenly Father. I firmly believe this to be true and was discussing this very thing with someone recently. My argument is this, if I am wrong I have lost nothing but if I am right I have gained more than I can imagine. However if someone doesn’t agree that I am right they too have lost nothing if I am wrong but have lost their soul, their spirit and are condemned for eternity if they discover that I was right. Some choice isn’t it? Some choice it may be but certainly one that should be seriously considered whilst the opportunity to do so is still possible.

Shirley Anne

 

Death? What’s that?

Poster for It's a Wonderful Afterlife
Poster for It’s a Wonderful Afterlife (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Let me ask you a question. Do you believe in an afterlife or do you believe this life is all there is? No doubt if you believe in only this life you will not be afraid of death. Is that true of yourself? Are you frightened of dying? Many will be unsure about what happens after death and may be too frightened to even think about it. There are some who just don’t give it a thought. There are many religious beliefs in the world and probably all of them have a take on the subject of an afterlife and more especially how to get there, what you have to do yourself to get there. It may be that you believe in re-incarnation and that when you die you come back as a different person or even a different creature! Only the Christian faith tells us that we cannot earn a place in Heaven and that we don’t have to do much either to get into hell! Our afterlife as a Christian is determined by whether we accept the gift that our Creator God offers to us. Of course if one is a Christian that gift has already been accepted. The Bible tells us that we cannot earn the right no matter how ‘good’ we are in this life for if we could get to Heaven under our own steam I suppose there wouldn’t be a person living who would not make the effort. The truth is none of us have the ability for the gift is only by God’s grace and the sacrifice of Jesus who died that we may live, live in His presence for all eternity. Death has lost its sting for those who are in Christ Jesus, our debts have all been paid and we have been set free as prisoners who have served their time for their wrongdoing. Jesus took upon himself the punishment we ought to pay for our wrongdoing , if we believe and repent of them. What could be easier, what could be simpler? We may think we deserve a life hereafter in Heaven but unless our sins, our wrongdoings are paid for beforehand we will pay the price for them in hell. Jesus is the answer, He alone is our salvation, He alone can cleanse us from our wrongdoing and present us clean and holy before God. If you believe otherwise then ask yourself this question, ‘Can I really know that what I believe will be enough? When I die, what really happens to me and will it be too late once I am dead’? It would be a horrible thing not to have accepted Jesus then find out you were wrong. If believers are wrong they have lost nothing but if unbelievers are wrong they have lost an eternity in Paradise. Death, where is thy sting?

Shirley Anne

Packed and ready to go

Reading the title might prompt you to think I am about to take a vacation but nothing could be further from the truth. In a way I do have my bags packed in preparation for a surprise journey. E and I dined out on Tuesday afternoon and whilst there I got to speak with one of the waitresses, the one who usually attends to our needs but this time she left that task to another girl whilst she served elsewhere. I asked her if she had her bags packed for a surprise journey too after learning that  yet another waitress had been presented with a surprise holiday by her husband that same day. I wasn’t talking about vacations/holidays though. Very late on Sunday night as I was on my way to bed I heard noises outside and looked out of the window to see an emergency ambulance parked outside our gate. The emergency was with one of our next-door neighbours who had been taken ill. At that time I did not know which neighbour it was, that is to say Derek or his wife Pam but I saw their son flitting about and I saw someone being taken to the vehicle in a wheelchair but couldn’t see who it was. Now Derek had suffered a heart attack some years ago but had been in good health since. I thought that perhaps he’d had another attack but in fact it was a problem with his pancreas. Evidently there is little that can be done when the pancreas fails and sadly our neighbour died on Monday. Naturally E and I were taken by surprise and we spent some time with  Pam on our return from our afternoon out. E had discovered Derek’s fate earlier in the day and had sent me a text message but I hadn’t noticed. She broke the news to me when I returned from work. At that time Pam wasn’t at home so we were unable to see her then and as we wanted to buy some flowers beforehand  it was better to see her later on our return. Pam and her son Craig were devastated at the sudden loss of a husband and father. I wondered in my heart if Derek had his bags packed and ready for his final journey. This was the question I had posed when I spoke with the waitress, was she ready to meet her Maker should He call upon her? We none of us know when our time will come but come it will. I have my bags packed and ready, do you have yours?
1 Thessalonians 5:1-3

New International Version – UK (NIVUK)
The day of the Lord

5 Now, brothers and sisters, about times and dates we do not need to write to you, 2 for you know very well that the day of the Lord will come like a thief in the night. 3 While people are saying, ‘Peace and safety’, destruction will come on them suddenly, as labour pains on a pregnant woman, and they will not escape.

Shirley Anne

Something I cannot understand

Liverpool fans desperately try to climb the fe...
Liverpool fans desperately try to climb the fence onto the safety of the pitch. 

E and I decided we would dine out on Monday afternoon and as usual we had no specific plans as to where that might be. We left home a little late, that is around 1.30 and E started to drive north. When we go in that direction we turn to the coast road to continue out-of-town but if we do so we have to pass by my local pub, I say my local because E only goes there if I am with her. I asked if that is where she had in mind but added that I’d rather go somewhere else instead so we sailed on past but took the southerly route down the coast road. I immediately knew we were going to dine at a carvery in nearby Formby and sure enough that is where we went. We seem to be popular there and the staff are always pleased to see us so it is a nice place to dine. When we arrived there were many people dressed in black and E asked one of the staff about that. It appears that they had just attended the funeral service for a local woman, Anne Williams, who had died recently. She had been instrumental in getting an inquest under way regarding The Hillsborough Disaster which occurred many years ago in 1989. For those living outside the UK this disaster happened at a football ground where Liverpool football club were playing Nottingham Forest. 96 people lost their lives in the crush of supporters gathered in one of the stands, (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hillsborough_disaster). The inquest was called for because the police had been accused of covering up their involvement which led to the unfortunate demise of innocent supporters, one of whom was Anne’s own son. It is sad to learn of anyone’s death and it was nice to see so many people honouring this woman who had battled for 24 years to overturn the previous inquest’s findings and in the last few months her own battle with the cancer which took her life.
I got to thinking why is it that people feel the need to dress in black when attending a funeral. It is obviously tradition and I suppose people are afraid to ignore such tradition in case they are deemed not being respectful. What nonsense! There is no real reason for anyone to dress in black, it is only a colour. No, the real reason is the fear of what others might say. Why do we as human beings impose such ridiculous traditions upon one another because ‘it is right’? People do things because it is traditional and don’t question it and that is why these silly traditions continue. As for the lady they laid to rest, she departed long before the ceremony. I overheard one of the women say ‘she had a great send-off’. I can’t understand that. The day’s proceedings will have served as a reminder of the woman herself but the actual ceremony and the way it was conducted, the hymns that were sung and all the rest was solely for the benefit of those attending. In real terms they were paying homage to a corpse! I have said this before, the woman should have been honoured and respected whilst she was alive. We tend to ignore this sometimes but it is only when people are alive that they can appreciate what we do for them. Many will say that she was looking down on the proceedings, not knowing if indeed she was. Many do not believe in heaven or hell, Jesus Christ or God but somehow still believe her ‘spirit’ will be watching. I would like to think her spirit is resting with God but I don’t know that for sure.

Shirley Anne

Monday blues?

Stormy Monday Blues
Stormy Monday Blues

Well Monday began as many of my Mondays seem to be doing lately, with nothing to do. Nobody had called for my services on Sunday, the day I receive most of the work I get for Monday and so there was no real reason to get up early if I didn’t wish to. As it happened I woke up around 8.20 and got up anyway. I got dressed ready for work should there be any but nobody had called by noon and I began to think I might get changed and go to the pub for lunch, a late lunch that is. I wasn’t particularly hungry when I got up so I just had a banana, a pear and a drink. By 2 o’clock I was feeling peckish so I changed into more decent attire and arrived at the pub around 3 o’clock. There were few people in at that time so I was served immediately I got to the bar. I ordered a meal and took some soft drinks to the table. Jill, the landlady, asked if I wanted to open a tab so I accepted as it saves having to pay at each visit to the bar. I hadn’t been sitting down very long when my meal arrived. Evidently somebody had ordered the same but either they were not ready to eat that course else it was made in error. In any event it was delicious even though I’d have preferred it to arrive a little later. Normally the waiting time is twenty minutes or thereabouts as everything is cooked to order. After I’d finished eating a regular customer arrived with her mum and a friend of the family and they occupied a table in the corner. Soon they were surrounded by others until the whole area was filled. It seems they had all been to a funeral. Why do people only get to see each other when there is a death in the family? One lady, probably around 70 years of age, came in with a man friend and was soon making her presence known. She was very lively and out-going, the kind of person who is the life and soul of any gathering, it was simply who she was. She kept glancing in my direction as I was sitting alone. I knew that inevitably she would come over for a chat, I just had that feeling. Sure enough she came over and explained who she was, which was the sister of the elder of the two women who had first arrived, the aunt of the other woman and she invited me over but I declined. She even offered to buy me a drink but again I declined. Whilst she was talking with me she took hold of my hand and was caressing it as though I was an old friend she hadn’t seen for a long time and she kept hugging and kissing me, apologising in case I was offended by her presence. Far from it! I wish there were more people like her around. They all seemed to be enjoying each other’s company whilst even more guests arrived. One of these guests kept running here and there moving chairs and tables trying to accommodate everyone. It was obvious to me there was something special about her, a feeling I had which was verified when she and I spoke. She was the one who told me that they were all there because of the funeral earlier and she told me who had died. Naturally, for me that is, I asked if the deceased had been a Christian to which she replied that he hadn’t but that his wife was. We chatted together about our faith before she returned to the others. It’s funny that Christians always seem to know when they are talking with their brothers and sisters in Christ but not really surprising I suppose. About an half-hour after she had arrived, the life-and-soul of the party, the older lady, came over to speak with me again and gave me more hugs and kisses. She then bade me farewell but sang it! The whole pub went quiet whist she sang. What a voice she had and so surprising for someone her age but as I learned later, she had been a professional singer all her life. After she had finished singing I led the folk in the pub in applause. When she finally left the building her absence was very noticeable…..for all the right reasons. My Monday afternoon had been pleasantly changed by the appearance of one person. Maybe I was guided to the pub just to meet her for she certainly seemed to convey a message of love to me that she hadn’t expressed even to those around her. Wouldn’t the world be a better place with more people like her in it? For a while longer I sat alone until more people came in and chatted with me but I didn’t stay too long and was back home just after 6 o’clock.

Shirley Anne

Something to prove?

 

 

Gravesite of Howard Hughes and his parents at ...
Gravesite of Howard Hughes and his parents at Glenwood Cemetery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Having just watched some of the Olympic events got me thinking about what drives people to be so competitive, not only in the sports arena but in life in general too. There are ambitions to improve one’s self, either physically or intellectually and ambitions to obtain a better lifestyle and to increase wealth but why do people compete against each other? Why is there a need in some to elevate themselves above everyone else? What is the driving force and what do they hope to gain? From their point of view we could say, control, prestige, status but it is all egotistical. Yes, they may achieve all those things but what do they really gain? Remember Howard Hughes? One time probably the wealthiest man on the planet. Nothing was out of his reach, whatever desire he had was fulfilled, money was no object but did it really make his life worthwhile living? Having vast amount of wealth usually drives people to want even more, it becomes uncontrollable . People who have no financial wealth, and there are far more in that category than in the other, may look on in admiration and aspire to the same things but in fact would probably be disillusioned if they succeeded. The other man’s grass isn’t what we think it is. Why are we as human beings so competitive toward each other? What is there to prove in being better than someone else? Yes, we all have different talents and capabilities and cannot do anything about that but is that the driving force to improve our image in the sight of others? In real terms we are all the same, we come into this world with absolutely nothing and we will depart in the same way. All our efforts will have been in vain, nothing will be remembered about our lives and after a season no-one will mourn our passing.  We need to regard ourselves as equals with everyone else for we are no better and no worse than anyone else. We all ride the Noah’s Arkin life, all in the same boat and will all eventually return to dust. Everything is vanity.

Noah's ark
Noah’s ark (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Shirley Anne

 

A note for the unbeliever

Now I am not preaching hate here. My aim in this post is to reach out to those who in their own wisdom do not consider themselves to be sinners, ignoring or disbelieving in God. We are all sinners and that is a fact. I am a sinner, so are you. My sins have been covered and dealt with by Jesus Christ, are yours? I reach out in love, I have no personal axe to grind with anyone’s lifestyle but I am concerned for those who may be going to eternal damnation simply because of their stubborn hearts. Hear the word of the Lord your God…..

I am pulling no punches but turn away if you don’t value you future. Oh yes, you do have a future when you depart this existence. The choice is yours, as it has always been. There are many verses in The Bible I could quote to those who turn their backs on God, to those who have false religions and philosophies, to those who have no belief at all, to those who believe in other gods which aren’t gods at all, to those who believe in karma and re-incarnation, the immoral, the sexual deviants, the liars and cheats and ….well the list is endless. You know who you are. The verses below (and all of Scripture) were directed at the Israelites who constantly turned their backs on The Lord but of course they are intended for all mankind. God used Israel as an example for all of His creation and  these are the words of the One and only, the Almighty, the only God, who was and is and shall be forever, the I AM……..

Deuteronomy 32:1-43

1 Listen, you heavens, and I will speak;
hear, you earth, the words of my mouth.
Let my teaching fall like rain
and my words descend like dew,
like showers on new grass,
like abundant rain on tender plants.

3 I will proclaim the name of the Lord.
    Oh, praise the greatness of our God!
He is the Rock, his works are perfect,
    and all his ways are just.
A faithful God who does no wrong,
    upright and just is he.

They are corrupt and not his children;
    to their shame they are a warped and crooked generation.
6 Is this the way you repay the Lord,
    you foolish and unwise people?
Is he not your Father, your Creator,
    who made you and formed you?

Remember the days of old;
consider the generations long past.
Ask your father and he will tell you,
your elders, and they will explain to you.
When the Most High gave the nations their inheritance,
when he divided all mankind,
he set up boundaries for the peoples
according to the number of the sons of Israel.
For the Lord’s portion is his people,
Jacob his allotted inheritance.

10 In a desert land he found him,
in a barren and howling waste.
He shielded him and cared for him;
he guarded him as the apple of his eye,
11 like an eagle that stirs up its nest
and hovers over its young,
that spreads its wings to catch them
and carries them on its pinions.
12 The Lord alone led him;
no foreign god was with him.

13 He made him ride on the heights of the land
and fed him with the fruit of the fields.
He nourished him with honey from the rock,
and with oil from the flinty crag,
14 with curds and milk from herd and flock
and with fattened lambs and goats,
with choice rams of Bashan
and the finest grains of wheat.
You drank the foaming blood of the grape.

15 Jeshurun grew fat and kicked;
filled with food, they became heavy and sleek.
They abandoned the God who made them
    and rejected the Rock their Saviour.
16 They made him jealous with their foreign gods
    and angered him with their detestable idols.
17 They sacrificed to false gods, which are not God –
 gods they had not known,
    gods that recently appeared,
    gods your ancestors did not fear.
18 You deserted the Rock, who fathered you;
you forgot the God who gave you birth.

19 The Lord saw this and rejected them
because he was angered by his sons and daughters.
20 ‘I will hide my face from them,’ he said,
‘and see what their end will be;
for they are a perverse generation,
children who are unfaithful.
21 They made me jealous by what is no god
and angered me with their worthless idols.
I will make them envious by those who are not a people;
I will make them angry by a nation that has no understanding.
22 For a fire will be kindled by my wrath,
one that burns down to the realm of the dead below.
It will devour the earth and its harvests
and set on fire the foundations of the mountains.

23 ‘I will heap calamities on them
and expend my arrows against them.
24 I will send wasting famine against them,
consuming pestilence and deadly plague;
I will send against them the fangs of wild beasts,
the venom of vipers that glide in the dust.
25 In the street the sword will make them childless;
in their homes terror will reign.
The young men and young women will perish,
the infants and those with grey hair.
26 I said I would scatter them
and erase their name from human memory,
27 but I dreaded the taunt of the enemy,
lest the adversary misunderstand
and say, “Our hand has triumphed;
the Lord has not done all this.”’

28 They are a nation without sense,
there is no discernment in them.
29 If only they were wise and would understand this
and discern what their end will be!
30 How could one man chase a thousand,
or two put ten thousand to flight,
unless their Rock had sold them,
unless the Lord had given them up?
31 For their rock is not like our Rock,
as even our enemies concede.
32 Their vine comes from the vine of Sodom
and from the fields of Gomorrah.
Their grapes are filled with poison,
and their clusters with bitterness.
33 Their wine is the venom of serpents,
the deadly poison of cobras.

34 ‘Have I not kept this in reserve
and sealed it in my vaults?
35 It is mine to avenge; I will repay.
In due time their foot will slip;
their day of disaster is near
and their doom rushes upon them.’

36 The Lord will vindicate his people
and relent concerning his servants
when he sees their strength is gone
and no one is left, slave or free.
37 He will say: ‘Now where are their gods,
the rock they took refuge in,
38 the gods who ate the fat of their sacrifices
and drank the wine of their drink offerings?
Let them rise up to help you!
Let them give you shelter!

39 ‘See now that I myself am he!
 There is no god besides me.
I put to death and I bring to life,
    I have wounded and I will heal,
    and no one can deliver out of my hand.
40 I lift my hand to heaven and solemnly swear:
    as surely as I live for ever,
41 when I sharpen my flashing sword
    and my hand grasps it in judgment,
I will take vengeance on my adversaries
    and repay those who hate me.
42 I will make my arrows drunk with blood,
while my sword devours flesh:
the blood of the slain and the captives,
the heads of the enemy leaders.’

43 Rejoice, you nations, with his people,
for he will avenge the blood of his servants;
he will take vengeance on his enemies
and make atonement for his land and people.

Hear the words of the Lord YOUR God. Turn away from all the lies and falsehood that is your religion, all the things which will take you down on Judgement Day. Satan would have you believe in anything but the truth, that’s his job, that’s his nature and you don’t even realise it! Have a laugh, dismiss what I am saying, live your life the way you please but there WILL be a price to pay and you will not like it. REPENT before it is too late. Once you die it will be too late.

Here is a post on a site worth the visit http://lifeofafemalebiblewarrior.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/should-christians-evangelize-atheists/

Shirley Anne