I just finished with a lady whose tales of medical woes are frightening.
What has been done to her husband is nothing less than sheer neglect and the result is Frankenstonian. They trusted the system, assuming that medicine is science. They allowed their physicians to walk them down a path to total ruin, complaining the whole time that something was dramatically wrong.
No one listened.
Those who didn’t listen don’t have to live with the consequences.
I’m so happy that our self-serving, barbaric, monopolistic system of
witchcraft medicine is going to be fixed by an even more outlandish and hellish system that is guaranteed to ruin the country and millions of people’s lives through national healthcare.
I’ll bet you think I’m upset…
Heading out of town yesterday morning I passed two signs heralding Father’s Day.
One was in front of a church. It said: “Sermon: A Special Father’s Day.”
The other was a small restaurant. It’s sign said: “Breakfast: A Father’s Day Special.”
One parking lot was crammed beyond capacity. The other’s parking lot only had two cars visible.
Guess which was which?
Commentary: it is sad that a breakfast special for fathers is far more interesting to the world than a “nice” speech about fathers. One is supposed to represent a powerful Being who gives life, while the other represents a good time with dad. Seems we Christian-type folks have really screwed up our message…
Yeah, I am kinda radical.
I know that most of you who read this are not, nor have ever been, full-time missionaries living in a foreign country far from home. That is why you should read it.
I have been.
Putting aside the God-call aspect of a missionary living in said foreign country, why is it that we Americans act like such brutes when it comes to our financial support of the missionary? We tend to view the American-born missionary as a second class citizen; our view of the national-born missionary is several rungs lower.
I just read a blog entitled “How Not to Drop a Missionary’s Support” and I’ll readily admit that “Amen!” was on my lips. Actually, “You’re dang right!” was what I said.
You should go read it right now!
Not all missionaries should be on the field; not all missionaries have been called to be there; some should come home and quit giving Jesus a black eye. But that doesn’t give us the right to simply leave them stranded, or worse, not even let them know why we quit sending their salary.
You have no idea what it feels like to be 5,000 miles from “home” and to realize that you’re stuck, unable to pay your bills, unable to put food on the table for your children, unable to even come back to the U.S. to try to rectify the situation… unless you’ve been there.
I have been.
We are supposed to be Jesus to the world; does that give us a license to exclude the missionary?
Here we go again! I go off into the middle of the desert and God just shows up and messes me up…
What so many folks say is faith is actually fear. It doesn’t matter how they dress it up and parade it around, calling it high and lofty names… it is simply a masquerade. Fear, rooted in ignorance, is actually a lack of faith.
This is how Jesus met his end. Religious people killed him because he threatened their system. There is a whole theological issue involved in this: Jesus came to die so did they really kill him. I think that perhaps this is the whole point. He had to die. However, he had to do so within the confines of the context of sin, religion and faith. Man had embraced sin, created religion to take the place of faith, then executed the prophet who brought their ignorance into public view.
Yes, I understand that there is more to it than just this. Yet, does it matter? What value is salvation if we refuse to embrace it? Does a new life have any value if we chose to not live it? If we simply decline to R.S.V.P. to the celestial invitation to become royalty, does it matter what we could have been?
There are around a billion people in the world who don’t have clean drinking water. Almost 50 million people are dying of AIDS in Africa. Three billion people live on less than the equivalent of $2 per day. Forty-six million Americans do not have health care. 100,000 people died in Burma and China a few months ago due to cyclones and earthquakes. One and a half million in a small northeast corner of the state of Ceará in Brasil are enslaved to the powers of darkness.
The world is on fire, its drowning, it is in a state of emergency. The world is in desperate need of people who will pour themselves out for the sake of redemption and reconciliation.
We, of all the people on the face of the earth, have the answer and should be rushing in to stand in the gap. Why do we buy into Satan’s deception
I guess I’m a bit dense.
I didn’t even know there had recently been a Miss USA pageant, I didn’t know that Miss North Carolina won, I didn’t know that she is from Wilmington and I didn’t know about all the hoopla surrounding Miss California’s answer to a question during the competition.
Well, maybe I didn’t care.
And still don’t…
xxxxxxxxxxxx…except the hoopla peaked my curiosity.
So I went reading.
Now I’m angry.
All right/wrong arguments aside, the girl is being slammed because she expressed her opinion in a polite, non-offensive manner and now she’s tagged as a “gay-hater?”
She was set up by a judge, for goodness sakes!
Why isn’t Mr. Judge being condemned as a “gay-baiter?”
I fear for our country…
My son is back in Iraq again.
Our politicians continue to spew rhetoric like the sound of the southern end of a north bound mule.
Political views aside, I don’t like it when my child becomes the object of anyone’s insatiable desire for power. These politicians in particular do not make me proud to be an American or offer up my offspring as a sacrifice to their worldviews.
When I have to hold my nose while voting because the stench of my choices is overwhelming, I find that I’m also having to hold my breath because these politicians are using my son as a political pawn who could be sacrificed for their own –not national– interests.
Shame on both parties for producing such subpar, and dangerous, candidates.
How would you sleep at night if you knew your son’s life rested in their hands?
In Matthew 15 Jesus does some pretty amazing stuff. He heals thousands of sick folk, he feeds 6,000 to 15,000 people with just a few dinner rolls and sardines, he cast a terrible demon out of a Gentile’s kid by just saying it was done.
In Matthew 16 the Pharisees and Sadducees come to him demanding that he perform a miracle to prove he is who he says he is. At the risk of offending lots of folks, lets put it in contemporary terms. These were Baptists and Methodists — your church-going folks who were there every time the doors were open.
And they weren’t going to Jesus to get a miracle to help them believe in him. They were going so they could stab him in the back.
Yikes! Sounds like today.
What we call the christian church is terribly fragmented. The concept of “unity” is just that, a concept. No one believes it nor wants it. Its just nice to talk about it.
If you read further into Matthew 16, you’ll find that Jesus has some not so kind words to say about our Pharisees and Sadducees. He said that they have as much chance obtaining what he was offering as a one-legged man in a kicking contest.
And it is in this broader context that Jesus states this.
Seems like we might be experiencing a deja vu moment all over again…