Prison Bars



What people do to their bodies sometimes astounds me. But, I’ll say no more on that particular matter.

How do you view the world? Are you able to see good from evil or has sin got you in such bondage that you catch yourself looking through prison bars?

The Lord gives freedom to the prisoners. — Psalm 146:8 —

Jesus came to set the captives free. If you are not free, then the above picture is a good example of what that looks like to some people. If you are a brother or sister, know this is what you are dealing with in praying for those you love. They hear your words as one in prison. God still hears your cries for your loved ones. Don’t give up. Being free is not just about having a “clean lifestyle” or just becoming a “good person.” It is about one thing:

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Your name; — Psalm 142:7 —

Here we go again, same ol’ Christmas stuff


Year after year after year same ol’ thing. Like beating a dead horse.

Article found here:

Linda Doupe was recently found doing her Christmas shopping in a Christian store.

Good luck there.

“Keeping Christ in Christmas is important. It’s his birthday,” said Doupe of Lynbrook.

Uh, no, it’s not. It’s a Pagan holiday.

The Advent Shop in Rockville Centre was packed with holiday shoppers who said they are tired of the commercialization of Christmas.

I get so sick of hearing about the commercialization of Christmas. What does that mean? Everybody stay home and not buy presents? Don’t decorate, don’t sing? Whaaaaat? IT’S A PAGAN HOLIDAY, for crying out loud. They came up with it as one of their own holidays before Jesus had anything to do with it. I still think Jesus has nothing to do with it. Man makes it about Jesus, but Jesus has never endorsed it about Himself.   

“Let’s make the season what it’s really about – it’s Christ’s birth. When you see Snoopy on a lawn and Santa on a motorcycle you say where is Christ in this, it’s Christmas?” shop owner Sarah Ryan said. I just wonder how many UN-religious and secular things this shop owner sells. If she has even one little snowman in her shop, then she is a hypocrite. How does one make it what it’s really about? Go out and buy birthday cakes that say Happy Birthday Jesus? I’m all for people having the freedom to celebrate however they want. It is not my business. And neither is it someone else’s business how or what I do. I happen to think a fat man in a red suit is cute. Scary as heck to a very small child, but I love the colors of red and white and all the fur trim. My mother crocheted me some Mr. and Mrs. Santa Clause’s years ago and I treasure them every year. I put up a tree every year — though I say year after year, not doing that again, because of the work involved. Every year it takes longer and longer and less ornaments go on it. But, being the artsy person I am, I happen to like lights and little ornaments. Some a few decades old. Little snowmen, toys, etc. And the beautiful sequined little gingerbread men and candy canes that took me forever to make. I didn’t make them for my health for pete sakes. I like my mantle and bannister decorated. Christmas is the only time I get to see that stuff. And I don’t think I’m going to hell for it. Anyone who thinks so, needs a reality check.

Ryan said she’s sold out of “Keep Christ in Christmas” bumper stickers and more shoppers than ever are looking for gifts for children with religious meaning.

All well and good, and it is their right, but what I want to know from the parents, are you teaching your children the things of God the rest of the year or do you just use one day out of the year to make a point? At least the Pagans live their beliefs all year round. I’ll give them that much.

“They’re saying I want this to reflect what’s important in life and not just a throw away scarf or a 100 sweaters that you don’t need,” store employee Linda Suppa said.

I would much rather have a scarf than someone going onto a Christian bookstore thinking they could choose a book for me. No thanks. Please Lord, let no one give me any of those Christian books out there!!!!!  

It’s a movement fueled by social media and a national Knights of Columbus campaign. Bumper stickers and lawn signs have popped up everywhere. The message: Christmas is not a secular holiday.

Let me say it again: it is a Pagan holiday.

In Rockville Centre, Sean Dolan, the spokesman for the diocese, said parishioners are refocusing on Jesus as the reason for the season.

Seriously, can anyone see Jesus in heaven celebrating His birthday? I mean, what does that look like? Balloons, party hats, a big cake? He and the angels are partying? Really, you think that is going on? If He’s not celebrating it, why should I?

It’s a reaction, church officials said, to the shopping frenzy — the sales, the parties, the decorations often having little having to with the meaning of Christmas.

“I think people feel Christ has been pushed out of the season. Christmas is not about the solstice and winter and snowmen,” Dolan said.

Tell that to the Pagans who originally came up with the idea before the Roman Catholic Church stole it  for the sake of Christianity.    

“When we get into a frenzy that is only about the gifts, we forget THE gift, and that is Christ,” added Patricia Moran, of the Congregation of the Infant Jesus.

Sister Moran said there’s nothing wrong with wishing people happy holidays, but she just says “Merry Christmas.”

I say Merry Christmas too, but am not offended if someone wishes me Happy Holidays or Winter Solstice or whatever.

If you especially love this time of year, at least be honest enough to accept the fact from where Christmas came. God did not ordain it. He did not choose it as His own day. At least admit that much. Seriously, if you love it that much, now, go thank a Pagan.

Just keeping it real in an unreal world.

The Testimony of My Father


Sixteen years ago this morning, my father went to be with the Lord. Dad accepted the Lord as his Savior late in life. He was a sick man the last few years of his life. Surgery after surgery. Yet, God brought him home to us time after time. Mercy upon mercy was, has been and is bestowed upon my family.

A year or so before one of his last surgeries, I had miscarried at six weeks. Dad was in the hospital as I was coming out of the hospital. I went to see him and with tears in his eyes, he simply said, “Babe, I’m sorry about your mishap.” I told him it was ok, that I trusted God’s will. If He saw best not to let be a mother, it was ok and that God was still a good God.

My pastor at the time, a godly Mennonite man, the first preacher my father respected, went to my father and led him to the Lord the night before he was to have surgery. The next morning, my mother and all of us children went up to see my father before he was prepped for another surgery. We walked in and he was unusually calm. My mother asked if they had come in and given him his happy shot. He said no, he did not need one. Everyone looked at him with a sense of amazement. He had such peace. Not like all the other times. I knew what had happened, but they did not know yet. We kissed him and said we would see him soon. Only hoping that would be the case, because we did not know if he was coming home again.

All of us went outside and my mother began to talk about how peaceful he seemed, so different. It was then that I told them about the night before, that Dad had accepted Jesus. My mother, being the stoic parent, began to get tears in her eyes and she began to slightly tremble. There was a sense of awe among us all. It was a sovereign thing going on in our midst.

That surgery went well and Dad got to come home with us again. Once again, God had shown us His tender mercies. The doctors had put a new vein in his leg. Dad realized that someone died in order for him to have that. He told me he wanted to be able to thank the family of whoever it came from. That information was not given, so I asked the doctor if he could get word back to the family. He said he would.

After coming home, he had to be able to gain strength in that leg and while staying with him and my mother, I would take him out on the driveway and we would walk together. Him holding on to me. I choked back tears. I was thinking of the day long ago when I was learning to walk and holding onto him, but now, he was holding on to me. The two of us walking, yet, I felt another Presence walking with us: God. It was a very precious time.

The last year of his life, he began going to Church a few times by himself. I went with him once and even though it was not a Church I would join or actually be a part of: the Church of Christ, I had such joy in us sitting together listening to the Word of God with my father. with a subtle excitement he told people, “This is my daughter, she came to Church with me this morning!” I don’t know which of us were more radiant. My father or me. As I was just as excited as he.

See, when I first came to Jesus at the age of 19, for some odd reason my father was hostile of the fact of me becoming a Christian. so much so, that Saturday nights were unbearable at home, and I would call up my friend who prayed me into the Kingdom of Light to pick me up just do I could go somewhere and sleep in peace in order to go to Church the next day. I think his hostility had something to do with how Church people treated his mother when he lost his dad at the age of 6. Church people had stolen farm tools from her and not given them back. When my father would say, “Mom, so n so, has our (whatever),” his mother, a godly woman would say, “Son, if they can live with it, I can live without it.” Her way of forgiveness. Dad didn’t see it that way and he had all kinds of names for them!

Dad was not a man who read very much. He was a hard – working man who worked using his hands all of his life. When he wasn’t at the factory, he was at home, upholstering as a second job. But later in life as he got sick, he would pick up the Bible. His eyes would lay upon something within the word of God and with tears in his eyes, he would say, “I’m trying to understand what this means.” So, he and I would have our own little Bible studies together. It was a joy to discuss the things of God with him!

He went into the hospital in the month of November 1997. I had been home with him and Mom. He was having an awful time breathing. I was putting pillows behind him in hope of helping him. I called Hospice, who was involved by now. They said nothing could be done. I told my mother that was bull and I wasn’t going to watch him smother to death while his lungs filled up with fluid. I called an ambulance. Before the ambulance got there, my father, barely able to breath asked me, “Is God punishing me?” I said, “No Dad, he is not punishing you. Your body is wearing out, just like your mother’s did before you and just like mine will one day. God just wants to know this from you: Can you still say He is good? Can you still say you love Him?” “Yes,” he gasped. I said, “That’s all that matters right now, Dad.” I went on to encourage him while waiting for the ambulance.

That particular time at the hospital, he told me he was going to miss his grandchildren when he left this earth. I told him he would still have a grand baby when he left this world. He said, “I will?” I said, “Yes, the one I lost.” His eyes twinkled and he said, “I guess I will, won’t I?” With genuine sorrow, Dad had told me if he could go back, he would have done a lot of things differently. I told him, we all could say that. The important thing is having God’s forgiveness through Jesus Christ, which my father had.

The very last time he was at the hospital, he asked me, “Babe, how many more days until Christmas?” I said “Eleven, Dad.” He got excited and with a big smile on his face, he pointed upwards and said, “I’m gonna be in my new home soon.” I said, “Yes, Dad. God has prepared a new home for you.”

He went home one last time. I stayed with him and my mother for a while. At some point Hospice came out and showed me how to flush his veins out and do whatever needed to be done. But the next morning, I was not able to do it. His veins had collapsed. I went home to get some rest and my brother calls me later to tell me Hospice said Dad would not make it through the night. It was no surprise but still, I wasn’t ready to lose him. I became very emotional after hanging up and told my husband I didn’t know what to do. He simply asked, “Is there anything left unsaid that you would like to say to your dad?” I told him no. God have given us many private times alone together and we both were able to share so much in such a short time.

It now being 16 years to the day my father passed away, I wanted to share his testimony. I also want to share this particular song. Another time when he was in the hospital after having triple by-pass done on his heart, he had a stroke on the operating table. He could not walk or communicate or even feed himself. I bought a little radio and took it to the hospital with me while I sat with him, hoping music would help bring him out of the stroke. This song came on and my father all of a sudden in a very weak voice starting singing the chorus. I jumped up and ran to him, seeing tears in his eyes. I asked him, “Do you remember this song, Dad?” He nodded yes. It was the song he and I would play together on our guitars. Some things stay with you forever and this is one of mine.


Man would rather go to jail than bake wedding cake for homosexuals


Guess what? I do not blame him. I would too. Does it make me a hater? I think not. It just means I may not have the same convictions as you and who is government or anyone to tell me how to run my business? Don’t ask me or worse, use some form of government control to sanction what we may disagree on. I do NOT want to use government control on anyone, other than liars, thieves, cheats, pedophiles, murderers, etc. If a person wants to be a homosexual, then be a homosexual. It is not my business. So don’t make it my business when you come to me demanding something.

I don’t know if it were two men or two women who came into the bakery, and I don’t care. For the sake of this article, I will use men as an example.

What if the man made the cake and the homosexuals began complaining out of vengeance, threatening to sue for one thing or another? They wanted pink roses and the roses came out a tad darker than they wanted. Or they wanted two groomsmen and the baker would have to go out of his way to find one? Maybe not everybody wants to go out of their way to appease someone else. Nor should they feel they have to. Then what? Stuff like that happens all the time. Someone — homosexual or not — always looking for a reason to sue because they got their feelings hurt or whatever. And if the man was forced to bake it, every homosexual within miles would be coming to him, once again using government to force him to do something he did not want to do. Some would come to him out of pure spite and nothing more. Yeah, I would go to jail first.  

Suppose the shoe was on the other foot? There are nudists camps where whole families go. Suppose one of the rules were, you have to be nude to enter. Suppose I said, “But, I’m a Christian and I want to keep my clothes on.” Does anyone think for one minute some judge would give me the right to go in there on my terms?

Or suppose there was an Atheist daycare center for children of Atheists who chose NOT to have their children around Christians for whatever reason they choose. It is their right. What if I as a Christian came in and demanded they gave me a job? No way it would happen.

Let’s say there was some holidayNO, I am NOT advocating such a thing, God forbid — called “bash a gay day“. And someone went into a bakery owned and run by homosexuals, and wanted them to bake a cake that advocated such a thing. Should the bakers be forced into baking it? Would it even happen? Are you kidding me? You know the answer to that.

Who the blank is this judge to even stick his nose in the matter?! He should have told the couple to go find another bakery or make their own cake! I’ve known enough homosexual men to know, there has to be a Betty Crocker somewhere in the mix.

The hypocrisy of the left amazes me. If anyone on the left can be for this and yet not want it done to them, then they are the biggest hypocrites on the earth. Once again, just keeping it real in an unreal world.

And puleeease, don’t come here trying to tell me I hate homosexuals. I have known quite a few in my lifetime, none of which would ever behave like two little cry babies running to government to order someone to bake them a flipping cake! They would have made their own dag blasted cake. And for the record, I have sat with an Aids patient more than once in the hospital when I thought he was dying changing his sweaty sheets every hour or so. The true haters have nothing on me. 


Sometimes Dogs are Better Friends than People


In a story found here a man was saved by his dog.

“A dog helped save her owner who was badly injured in a car crash just days before Thanksgiving. John Miles was walking his dog Lucy on Neponset Street in Dorchester, as he does every day, when both of them were hit by a car.”

So heartwarming to me. Where would that man be if not for his dog? I believe there is something so special God puts in animals. Especially dogs. I wished they lived a lot longer than they do.

There are hundreds of stories about dogs saving people. God must love us an awful lot to give us such faithful friends. I’m so glad God made dogs.

The following story reminds me of this: “Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” — 1 John 15:13 — Jesus


Freakishly realistic telemarketing robots are denying they’re robots!


Oh man! I can’t remember, the last time I said that, but oh man! This is totally freaky. There have been times when I have had robot callers call me and I’ve not been sure of what I was speaking to until I interrupted them or said something totally off the wall like “do you eat cheeseburgers” and they keep talking. But this???? This is too freaky. Be careful who you talk to from now on. Think how this can be used against us. Am I just paranoid? Uh perhaps, but there are people I don’t even want to talk to, let alone a robot!  Especially one that is programmed to lie. Are you kidding me?!

Got to article here:

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Are you a Moth or a Cock Roach?



The other day I responded to something on a social media comment. There had been unmerciful mocking gossiping towards an individual with some real issues who I did not know. I used the Word of God in hoping to bring light and truth in this person’s defense. Instead I was attacked and mocked, so I shook the dust off my feet and moved on. I must admit, however, I had gotten a little snarky in telling the mocking stranger how to spell the word Heroin.

The thought came to me: How can someone not love your Word, Lord? It just seems so foreign to me. But then again, I was probably one of the most naïve of all people when the internet first came along. It showed me how sheltered my life had been, and shock, not everyone thought like I did. To my great surprise — and it was a surprise — not everybody had the same thoughts or attitude. I never considered my life to be sheltered, having friends from all walks of life at stages in my life. However, the proof was, I had somewhat been sheltered.

I found out not everybody loved God. Not everybody believed in God. Those who surprised me the most were those who said they did not believe in Him, yet could be vicious in attacking Him. That still makes no sense to me. I don’t believe in the tooth fairy, so you will not find me attacking her as there is no need for me to attack something I do not believe exists. Even our Atheist friend does not attack God when we spend time together. But I digress.

Having shaken the dust off my feet, as I have learned not to let certain things bother me like I once did, I began to see the cockroach who when you turn on the light, they flee back to the dark.  I’ve done written about this: so I will not repeat myself. The stranger who I responded to confessed to believing in God in her public information. But her words showed me she did not have a clue about Him.

The Lord reminded me, it was not me this stranger attacked, but Him. That attack was nothing compared to what my Savior went through for me. For some reason, I began to think of a moth. It’s a pesky little matter to have a moth flittering around a light when I’m trying to read a book or whatever. The moth is not actually bothering me, it is just distracting me as for some reason it wants to gather around the light.

I began to remember of time long gone of many beautiful times of fellowship gathered around the Word of God. That’s what it was like. Moths around a light! The Light being the Word of God to us.

Now days, there is much darkness. Even those who do not profess God, can look around and see that things are crazy at times. Decent people do not go around playing knock-out games, stealing and lying, hurting little children in all manner of perversions, etc. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. You don’t have to be a Christian to be decent enough to see that. I have seen so much evil, wickedness and ungodliness, it baffles my mind. Good things are now being called evil and evil things are now being called good. It is so backwards! But for those of us who know the Light, we know we have been told:

Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil;
Who put darkness for light, and light for darkness;
Who put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter! — Isaiah 5:20 —

So, it should be no surprise to us. Yet, it is sometimes. The Light exposes so much. The days are going to grow even more dark. Will you be a cockroach and hide in the dark or will you be a moth and gather around the light — letting the Light expose what needs to be exposed in order for you to see and know the Truth of that which is being done in the dark? Are you willing to let that Light expose what is in your own heart?

You don’t have to be a huge blazing torch to unsettle the things in the dark. Even if your light is that of a tiny little match, it is still enough light to expose the darkness.

And I must say, the next time I see a moth flittering about a lamp when I am trying to read, I will not jump up and swat it! I will let it be, letting it remind me of: Your word is a lamp to my feet  And a light to my path. — Psalm 119:105 

Then Jesus spoke to them again, saying, “I am the light of the world. He who follows Me shall not walk in darkness, but have the light of life.” — John 8:12 —

Such beautiful words to me! Thank You, Lord, for Your light or else I would be overcome with darkness!

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