Hang on a minute

Again we as a nation were subjected to acts of terrorism by religious fanatics as now eight people have died through their actions with many more having been wounded. The attackers, three of them, were shot and killed by the security services. Their motive? To kill as many unbelievers as they could or simply a retaliatory act as a punishment for the nation having been involved in the fight against religion-based terrorism in foreign parts? It doesn’t matter but what does matter is the fact that innocent people are killed or maimed in the process. What bothers me more is that I believe the atrocities are carried out in the name of a false god. Now hang on a minute, isn’t Allah God? He certainly is not, there is only one true God and He is The Creator, the ‘I Am’, who reveals Himself through His creation and through His Son Jesus Christ, for it is through Jesus that all things that have been made (created) have their being. Now hang on a minute all you believers in Allah who maintain that there was something extra that God did after Jesus’ sacrifice for mankind…………Jesus died that all might be saved and when He took His last breath as a human being He said it Himself…’It is finished’. All that could be done had been done. God (the Godhead, Father, Son and Holy Spirit) had planned it all and there was now nothing more that could be done. Why would God change His mind?

Mohammed (right) and the Angel Gabriel (left) ...
Mohammed (right) and the Angel Gabriel (left) in a building with three domes. Provenance unknown. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Why would the angel Gabriel be sent to give a message to Mohammed to tell him that ‘hang on a minute, God was only kidding when He suffered on The Cross (through Jesus Christ) for all mankind and now you are the true messenger’? The fact is He didn’t. Mohammed is called a prophet by his followers yet he didn’t prophesy anything. He gleaned information from existing texts of both the Old and New Testaments and concocted a ‘holy’ book called the Q’ran. A book filled with good sayings but also filled with untruths. Mohammed himself had lead a rather dubious lifestyle before he ‘got’ religion. He was in fact a military man a  soldier who had been ruthless in killing in his quest for followers and now he was preaching a false religion in the name of his false god Allah. Nothing much changes does it? I am sorry for my Muslim brothers and sisters who have been led up the wrong path, especially those who think that by killing others it will get them into their Paradise. It won’t. If it did then Allah is proven a god of hatred and Christ died for nothing.

English: Resurrection of Christ
Resurrection of Christ (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Praise be to God for Jesus Christ who is the only way anyone can get to Paradise (Heaven). For there is no other name under Heaven by which we must be saved.{Acts 4:12 Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to mankind by which we must be saved.’ }. If you haven’t got Jesus therefore you haven’t got anything!

Shirley Anne

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Blame it on religion

Religion Inc.
Religion Inc. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Whenever we hear of the killing of innocent people in the name of one religion or another we blame that religion and label all religion as the cause of mankind’s problems. Well many people do but for those who reason things out, who don’t jump to conclusions, religion has nothing to do with it. People who kill in the name of their religion are following the wrong religion else their own evil interpretation of it. I claim to have no religion but a relationship with my Maker. My Maker is a loving God who in no way would advocate the evil practices of those who claim to follow the truth as they perceive it to be in their religion. My God is a God of love, peace, mercy, grace, faithfulness, righteousness and holiness. He is a God who wants no-one to perish but to come into a relationship with Him by accepting that they are sinners who need to be saved. It is the sins in the hearts of people that destroy them and keep them from really knowing God’s love. As a parent I always wanted the best for my children and I still do. God’s love for His children is just the same, He wants the best for His children too and we are all His children. There are those who reject His love, reject Him and choose to follow their own hearts and ways. No matter how much we try to reach them they will not listen. They have chosen to remain in the dark. God still loves them and still offers them the same way back to Him as others who have chosen to listen. God has prepared the way through His Son Jesus Christ. Without Jesus there is no way back to God.

 

John 14:6
Jesus answered, ‘I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me’.

 

Not through Mohammed, not through Buddha, not through Krishna, not through Nature, not through religion or your interpretation of it………..only through His Son Jesus Christ. God wants the best for you. Do you want the best for yourself? You know what you must do…………….Invite God into your life, ask Jesus to save you……………..and you shall be saved.

 

Shirley Anne

 

 

 

What kind of world is this?

The Lost World (Conan Doyle novel)
The Lost World (Conan Doyle novel) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A couple of days ago we saw the horrible events unfold by the siege of an ordinary cafe in Sydney, Australia, where members of staff together with customers were being held hostage by a man wielding a gun in the name of  his religion. Two unfortunate captives lost their lives during the melee which ensued to bring about an end to the situation by the authorities. There was very little more that could be done than what was done to avert some casualties. Nonetheless many more lives might have been lost had action not been taken when it did. It is indeed a very sad world in which we live. Of course many will put the blame on religion in this and many other incidences like it but in fact religion per se has nothing to do with it, it is the deranged minds of those who carry out such atrocities. Some people are simply inherently evil in their dealings with others. Perhaps they cannot help themselves, perhaps they can but their behaviour is seldom an aberration from an otherwise normal one. A gun-wielding terrorist or madman is one thing but what about the behaviour of some of those who watched the events unfold? Some were seen to be taking ‘selfies’, pictures of themselves, with the action in the background! What is it with some people who feel the need to portray themselves as if part of an unfortunate situation? Have they no respect for anyone other than themselves? Personally I don’t understand why it is that some people like taking pictures of themselves all the time anyway. I am thinking they are either so self-centred or attempting to make themselves a somebody of importance. In whose eyes I wonder? The world is full of self-centred and selfish people. Maybe they should take note of the actions of one of the hostages in that siege who lost her own life by shielding her pregnant friend during the gunfire. There is no greater love than a man (or woman) lay down his (her) life for another.  John 15:13 (paraphrased). If only there was real love in this world.

Shirley Anne

Simply a video

This video runs for just over two hours so unless you have that spare time all in one go I suggest only part is watched at a time. I make no excuses for its content and but do not necessarily agree with everything in it. It certainly opened my eyes regarding one or two things. As a Christian I have to take care of what is being presented and rely on The Holy Spirit for guidance and for those who are not Christians or believers in God the video is still something which can open our hearts and minds to what is actually going on in this world in secret. You may consider it contrived nonsense and ignore it altogether. That will always be your choice but ask yourself why things happen the way they do, why this world is seemingly headed in one direction, one that any sane person would wish not to. But do take the time to watch it at least. It is called Dragons Deception and can be found at the link below. Be patient with the ‘musak’, I personally found it a little distracting toward the end but persevere.

Shirley Anne

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well connected

KJV Bible
KJV Bible (Photo credit: knowhimonline)

Written by forty different authors spanning several centuries yet all contributions knit together like a jigsaw puzzle and have a thread within them which links them together. The Bible. Many have sought its destruction and have failed, many have tried to disprove its content and also have failed. The collection of books we know collectively as The Bible cover many subjects but overall it is a history book and a book of prophesy. It is a book about life and the purpose and future of mankind. It is a manual for living and the words it contains are alive. Many have no understanding of its purpose and meaning often preferring to dismiss it without prior study, often preferring to believe in something else yet not being able to justify it. One of the main characters and contributors in the New Testament, Paul, was vehemently against the followers of Christ to the point of seeking them out and persecuting them until one day as he made his way to Damascus to pursue his passion of hate he was confronted by God. That experience led him to repent and become a driving force in the early Church. My own experience followed a similar vein. The Bible has been called a fairy tale by those who oppose the faith, some even going out of their way to bring it to disrepute. Often this is because they do not want to have their way of life challenged in any way and that is probably because The Bible speaks out against the practices of some. Religion has been blamed as the cause of friction and the many wars that mankind has endured over the millennia but in fact it has been proven not to be true, in fact most wars have been caused by other things not related to religion. This argument is a non-starter for an excuse not to believe in God. There will be scoffers, there will be unbelievers, there will be those who reject the truth, there will be those who are immoral, who slander, who cheat and lie, who think there will be no punishment or judgement, even those things are prophesied in The Bible. I say to those people read the book and gain an understanding, ask God that He open your heart to the truth of the matter. If you are sincere and persistent, He WILL answer and that’s a fact.

Shirley Anne

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Islamic Sharia Law

English: Picture of Billboard put up by the Un...
Picture of Billboard put up by the United American Committee given to me by the group itself. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It has been suggested that the UK  should enshrine Islamic Sharia Law into the UK legal system by The Law Society. If implemented it will mean a step backwards for equal rights in this country and an insult to those who over the years have fought for the benefits we all now enjoy through our legal system. The biggest mistake this country has made in my estimation is to allow far too much influence by those coming to live here from foreign places who have different religious backgrounds. Our laws are based upon Christian/Judaeo values and not those of other religions some of which promote inequality. Though not everyone here believes in Christ or God those laws serve us all and to the benefit of us all, foreign laws do not. I have always maintained that people coming to live here should abide by our way of life and our laws. If people born in the UK visit other countries or choose to live there they have to obey their laws but it seems that here anything goes. As a Christian I am aware that Islam and those who are followers of Islam have every intention of  eventually taking over this land by stealth, slowly but surely. Islam’s followers will do everything they can to achieve that goal, not openly of course but that will come too if we allow them free rein. I speak with many people about this sort of thing but it often falls upon deaf ears. People forget the story of Peter and the wolf…………..until it is too late. Here is the link to the article http://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/2014/03/23/sharia-law-enshrined-in-uk-legal-system_n_5016396.html

Shirley Anne

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Dust thou art!

This article is re-blogged in its entirety and all credit is given to its author the Reverend  Dane E. Boston, Curate of Christ Church, Greenwich, Connecticut.

http://bostondane.wordpress.com/2014/03/05/dust-thou-art-and-unto-dust-shalt-thou-return/

Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.

by bostondane

May I speak in the Name of God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Ghost. Amen.

“Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”

Those strange and solemn words are at the heart of this strange and solemn day. They are the words that you will hear in a more contemporary form when you come forward to receive the mark of ashes as a sign of penitence. In that moment, the dust will be physical, literal—the gritty symbol of real ashes smudged on fingers and faces—but the force of those words will connect them to our need for repentance, and our mortality. ”Remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return.”

Book of Genesis, Fall of Man.
Book of Genesis, Fall of Man. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

But where do these strange and solemn words come from? If you look
back over the readings in your bulletin, you will not find them
there. The prophet Joel is not interested in ashes—in the outward signs
of repentance—as he calls the people of Israel to “rend [their]
hearts and not [their] garments.” Our Lord Jesus is not thinking of
smudged foreheads—indeed, he seems to challenge, if not expressly to
forbid, practices such as these—as he urges his disciples, ”When you
fast, put oil on your head and wash your face.”

No, to find the source of today’s reminder that ”Dust thou art, and
unto dust shalt thou return,” we must go back beyond our appointed
lessons—back beyond the earthly ministry of Jesus Christ; back beyond
the prophetic pronouncements of Joel. We must go back to the beginning,
to the Book of Genesis.

In Genesis, we are told of how God created the heavens and the
earth. We are told of how the Spirit of God moved mightily over the face
of the waters, and how, out of chaos and darkness, God brought order
and light. In Genesis, we are told of God’s great goodness in calling
forth the bounty and rich diversity of this earth: plants and
animals, fish and birds, the beasts of the earth and the cattle of the
fields and “every creeping thing that creepeth upon” the ground.

In Genesis, we are told of how God in his mercy and in his love made
human beings in his image—out of the dust of the earth and enlivened
with the breath of his Spirit. We are told of how he set them over the
good earth which he had made, to tend and keep it, in order that we
might rule and serve all creatures. In Genesis, we are told that God set
the first humans in a garden full of good fruit growing on abundant
trees.

And one more thing. We are told of one command that the Lord gave to
the first people—the dust creatures made in the image of God: ”Of every
tree in the garden, thou mayest freely eat: But of the tree of the
knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day
that thou eatest thereof, thou shalt surely die.”

Of course, we know what happens nest. The serpent seduces. The people
eat. And God comes to walk through the Garden of Eden in the cool of
the day, only to find Adam and Eve hiding: ashamed of their
nakedness. The relationship of trust and intimacy that the first people
enjoyed with the Lord their God was broken.

And so it is, at last, that in the Third Chapter of the Book of
Genesis, we find the strange and solemn words for which we have been
searching: the dread words that we will hear again in just a few moments
this evening. The Lord pronounces judgment, first upon the
serpent, then upon the woman, and then at last on Adam, the first
man, whose name in Hebrew means ”earth.” God declares: ”In the sweat of
thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out
of it thou wast taken. For dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou
return.”

Here, beloved, is the source of this tonight’s strange
pronouncement. Here, then, is the meaning of this day’s solemn
declaration. The startling and unsettling truth proclaimed in the
imposition of ashes is that you and I stand in the line of Adam. Over
us is spoken the same condemnation, the same curse. ”Remember that you
are dust, and to dust you shall return.”

Now perhaps this is too much for you. Perhaps here you might raise an
objection. Perhaps, as modern Americans in Greenwich, Connecticut in
2014, you chafe against so simple an application of so ancient a
story. Talking serpents? First parents? A divine curse? Can you imagine a
more preposterous explanation of human origins?

But let us be very clear this Ash Wednesday. The story we have just
heard—and the curse at the heart of that story—is not meant to explain
the past. The truth of this tale cannot be confirmed by an
archaeological dig or a mitochondrial analysis. The story of Adam and
Eve is not a story about where we come from, explaining our background.
This is a story about where we are, and it explains where we are
headed. This is not a story about the past, but about the present and
the future. For the truth is that the fruits of Eden’s loss still fall,
heavy and rotten, all around us.

We see them falling in the Crimea, as the great powers of the
world once again find themselves drawn into the tired, terrible dance of
war. To be sure, this day we hope and pray that peace will yet
prevail. But we must also acknowledge that each time nations collide and
tyranny rises and blood is spilt, the fruits of Adam’s fall can be
seen, and the ancient curse can be heard again in our time: ”Dust thou
art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”

We see those fruits falling in Mexico, where Joaquin “El Chapo”
Guzman now sits in federal custody. The arrest of perhaps the world’s
most powerful drug lord late last month has been major news, supplanted
only by the crisis in the Ukraine. Guzman rules over a multi-billion
dollar cartel. His actions and activities have brought misery and pain
to the streets and suburbs of America, even as he has brought violent
death to the towns and cities of Mexico. Yet we must not forget that his
enormous wealth is driven by the enormous American appetite for his
products—cocaine, methamphetamines, and heroine—and therefore, by
the enslaving power of addiction. Here, surely, around one life we see
the fatal fruit fall abundantly, and hear the curse spoken to so many of
the innocent and guilty alike: ”Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou
return.”

And lest we forget the purpose of this season of Lent, if we would
see the truth of this day’s pronouncement—if we would see the fruit of
Adam’s fall—let us look within ourselves. You and I may not be as brash
as Vladimir Putin or as ruthless as “El Chapo” Guzman. But can you
outrun the terrible words we hear this night? For all our advancement
and enlightenment, for all our wealth and wisdom, for all our piety and
our spiritual practices, who among us can claim a perfectly clean
conscience, or the knowledge that we have not been disobedient?

We know what it is to exploit our fellow human beings in ways big and
small. We know what it is to eat gluttonously, to
drink intemperately, to look and act lustfully, to yearn enviously, to
react wrathfully, to amass greedily, and to stand pridefully. And what
is the price of all this? What is the cost of these actions? Is it not
the same penalty paid by Adam: the loss of a relationship of intimacy
and trust with the Lord our God, and with one another?

For all our sophistication and satisfaction, for all our charity and
our credentials, for all our goodness and our gratitude, who among
us can escape death? ”Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.”

And yet let us make something very clear. Ash Wednesday is not, in
fact, a day to sit in our sin; to wallow in the warped, worn-out
weariness of our hearts; to fixate on death. Our worship this day does
not end with the imposition of ashes. Our story this day does
not conclude with the pronouncement of a curse.

For behold, Christian, the shape of the ashes that will soon
bedeck your brow! The dust with which you are marked today is no mere
smudge. Instead, the symbol of mortality applied to our foreheads this
night will be made in the form of a cross.

And that realization lifts us to the true and better meaning of
this strange and solemn day. For what that sign of a cross shows
forth is that we have not been left alone in our fallenness and our
mortality. What we remember this day is that the same God whose justice
drove Eve out of Eden has come down from heaven to be born a son of
Eve. The same God whose righteousness could not bear the disobedience of
our father Adam took on our flesh—our flesh of earth and dust—to become
for us a new Adam, a new creation: a new and better beginning for our
race.

The sign we receive this Ash Wednesday reminds us, not only that we
are dust, but that God himself has come to share in our dusty, deathward
life. The purpose of this long season of Lent is not to fix our hearts
on our fallenness, but to prepare us for the announcement that on the
Cross of Calvary, Jesus our Lord has conquered Death and Sin
forever, and in the bright light of the Resurrection he calls us to
share in a new life that cannot end.

So it is that this evening (and only this evening in the whole cycle
of the Church year) we come forward twice. The first time, we come
forward to hear the dread reminder; to be told “Dust thou art”; to
acknowledge and bewail the fact that the seeds of Adam’s fall have taken
root in us and grown up and produced rank fruit in our souls.

But then, beloved, once we have been marked with the cross and have
made our confession, and heard words of absolution, we will be called
forward again. We will be called forward to hear, not a curse, but words
of blessing and holy union. We will be called forward to taste, not the
bitter fruit of fallenness, but a new and better fruit: the fruit of
the new Jerusalem, the fruit of Christ’s Body and Blood.

Tonight, Christ Jesus invites all those who have shared in his death
through baptism, and who repent of their sins, and who embark now on the
holy road of Lent, to draw near in faith, and to see the fulfillment of
words not from the first book–from Genesis–but from the last book–from
Revelation–and to taste at this altar the fruit of the Tree of Life.

“And the angel showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as
crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of the lamb. In the
midst of the street of the city, and on either side of the river, there
was the Tree of Life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded
her fruit every month: and the leaves of the tree were for the healing
of the nations.

“And there shall be no more curse: but the throne of God and of the
lamb shall be in it; and his servants shall serve him: And they shall
see his face; and his name shall be in their foreheads.”

AMEN.

 

Shirley Anne

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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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