Friday, November 30, 2012

Call Your Senator!

Because I believe ALL human life is precious and worthy of protection from conception until natural death . . .

Because I believe that parents have the foremost responsibility to see to the "best interest" of their own children . . .

Because I believe we do NOT live in a socialist nation and don't want to . . .

Because I believe we have good laws already in place (like ADA & IDEA) . . . laws made by Americans for Americans . . .

I have to share this information with you.
 
Because the UN's Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities IS contrary to the above beliefs . . .
 
I have to ask you to call your two senators and ask them to OPPOSE the UN's Convention on Rights of Persons with Disabilities. Find your senator at http://www.senate.gov/ or by calling the US Capitol Switchboard 202-224-3121.

Don't know what to say? How about:

"I urge you to oppose the UN Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities. This treaty surrenders U.S. sovereignty to unelected UN bureaucrats and will threaten parental care of children with disabilities. Our nation already has laws to protect disabled Americans. This treaty is unnecessary and will hurt families. If the Senate ratifies this treaty that obligates us to recognize economic. social, and cultural entitlements a rights under domestic law."

Because God is still in control AND He gave us a voice and expects us to do something with it.

Don't believe me, watch these fellers for the first 20 or so minutes of this video.

* As of this writing the CRPD is slated to be voted on Tuesday, December 4, 2012.
Make that call. It MIGHT take 2 minutes. Easy, peasy.

Update: Tuesday, our calls made a difference. The CRPD was NOT ratified. YEAH!
Stand Firm.
Thanks to those who helped make a difference.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

The Fellowship of the Unashamed

"I am part of the Fellowship of the Unashamed. I have the Holy Spirit’s power. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won’t look up, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by presence, learn by faith, love by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by power. My pace is set, my gait is fact, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my guide reliable, my mission clear.

I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back, diluted, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won’t give up, back up, let up, or shut up until I’ve preached up, prayed up, stored up, and stayed up the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go until Heaven returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear."

--African Christian Martyr

Gene found that. Thought you all'd enjoy it.
 

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Meet the Author

Mrs. Sandra Thurman was Ava's 2nd grade teacher. A really great teacher!
She recently had a book published Georgia's Chilly Winds & Warm Breezes.
So we went to the libary to talk to her and . . .
 . . .get our very own autographed copy.
We are so special.

Horsing Around

Papa had planned for months that on the Saturday after Thanksgiving (which is when we "do" our Thanksgiving thing and invite EVERYBODY - put it on your calendar for next year) there would be horses and/or ponies at our house. (He knows a guy).

For the kids.

I was afraid that Papa may be disappointed. But I had no need to worry. The horses came. And guess who got lead around on the big one like a little child first.

ME!
 The children just had to wait.
 Then they all got to ride.


Autumn got some good pictures with GrandMaMa and Granddad.

 We had lots of fun with them, and Aunt Audrey, and Sarah, and Daniel, and Caleb, and Papa, and Mr. Jan, and the Mitchells, and Ben and Jesse (the horse fellas).

 Later that evening, Jorja lost her first tooth!
WooHoo!
 That evening, after everyone left, and before eating leftovers, we watched a movie.
This is how Josiah watched it.
Yum!

What a lovely day we had!

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Nana Visits

We found our camera dead last night. Its lens zoomy thing was hanging all wonky. Its just not right.

I'm about to have to go disipline (spank) two children who were given a chance to fess up and lied.
Bless their hearts.

So here are a few pictures:
Nana came and brought kites. Somehow she just couldn't bring wind. There was LOTS of running from the midsize crowd.

Nana is helping

Finally, here is a picture of our cute guard dog,. Angel Cake. Shes the boss.

Happiness in motion

The day my camera died I accciently found out it does this. Oh, well.
Now, I guess I want a new camera for Christmas. But must I wait till then? I'd really like one twenty minutes ago when Josiah danced with Lora.

I HATE potty training. They should really call it parent training. BUT (drum roll) . . . Josiah has been potty today. He shouts "GO POTTY!" and a few times he said it before it was to late. He went to the store with big boy drawers on and said he wanted to sleep with them on.
Now, if he will just stay in the bed.

And only, one child got punished. Just in case you were wondering.

Who is Rahab?

I know that I started this blog thing so that I could share pictures of my extremely good looking family and our amusing happenings.
Like when the Daddy and some kids were eating peppers and told Josiah he wouldn't like them and he finally said, "I big and strong!"
He got a pepper and said, "HOT SAUCE!" (Which is what he says for anything hot).
But he ate it.
However, when the Daddy gave him a little carrot yesterday he said, "Dat's gross!" And he spit it out. Then he took another bite. When he repeated his actions his daddy took that carrot. He had something to say about that too - I'm just not sure what he said or how to spell it.

I don't know where he gets such strong opinions from.

There will be pictures soon. My camera is charging (it is now so that I could type out this sentence and not be lying). (After thought - during the writing of this post some unnamed girls dropped my camera. It is DEAD. We did get a few in before it's demise).

Gene, one evening during his studies, asked me what I knew about Rahab. I told him. But her life has been on my heart and mind since then. What a sermon she preached. Just living her life.

This one's been a long time coming, ya'll. Hang on and lets see where God leads my heart this time.

Part of Joshua (As retold by me).

(Chap. 2) Now Rahab was a "normal" single lady of her day. Working (the street corner) to make ends meet. Not the most admired job even in that day, but she seems to have had her own house in the poor district and be on decent terms with her folks.

The children of Israel had come into the land of Canaan and God was giving them BIG victories over some tough, godless kingdoms. This caused other nations/peoples to be mighty scared. But there was this one lady, who heard about these Hebrew people and believed on their God. So, when Joshua, the brave Hebrew leader, sent two spies to her neighborhood who do you think they just happened to run into?

Rahab, that new believer.

Coincidence? Or just that One True God working anonymously?

Rahab took these boys home with her. I imagine she fed them and they spent the night talking with this pretty lady. Maybe they talked about her city and people and they told her of their people and what they had witnessed in their lives and the stories told to them from their parents who came out of Egypt. I think that by early morning the three of them worshiped together. Can you hear them quietly singing praises to God?

(v. 2-3) Perhaps some noisy neighbor, or jealous lover, or pimp realized that something different was going on at Rahab's house that night. Whoever it was told the king of Jericho, "Look, some fellers are here looking around." And they must have mentioned Rahab's name because the king called her up right away. Mr. The King of Jericho told Rahab, "We know you had some men at your house," (was this a surprise?) "you need to send them on out. They are SPIES!" (horrors!)

(v. 4-6) Well, Rahab was no airhead. She hid those men (reckon it was the first time she'd had to hid some man/men?) She had taken "her" boys up to the roof and hid them under some flax. (I looked up, "stalks of flax laid in order" - seems you make a small bundle and then lay them out or hang them to dry out before you can use the seeds and stalk fibers to make all sorts of stuff - she was "keeping house" - and nobody would have thought it odd to see her on the roof working during the morning if they saw her).
She told Mr. Kingie-poo, "There were some men here," (of course) "but I didn't even bother about where they came from. When it was nearly night, you know, just before the city gates shut. Well, they just up and left. Now, I have no earthly idea where they could have gone. But, I bet if you run, you could catch them."

(v. 7-8) Now, this whole conversation took place before the spies had time to get comfortable because Rahab went right back "to work" while the king's men ran off on a goose chase. They even shut the city gate behind them, just in case.

(v. 9-22) Rahab and the spies had a very important conversation up on that roof with the flax all around.
"I know that the Lord is giving you the land. Everybody knows it really. Why, we are just plumb faint we have been so terrified. No man seems to have any courage left, just melted hearts. Because, The Lord your God, He is God in heaven above, and in earth below."
She made them promise that when they did take the city they would repay her kindness with their own and spare all her father's household. Father, mother, brothers, sisters, and all their families.
They promised, if she would just keep her mouth shut about the whole plan. BUT while she and her family waits everyone has to stay in her house the whole time. Don't even think about going back out the door or they are taking their life in their own hands.
She tied a "scarlet line" (possible made from flax - neat huh?) in the window and the fellas shimmied out down the city wall and high-tailed it to the hills. (Convenient how her house is on the wall.)

Rahab had promised not to breath a word about the "business" she had with the spies. I wonder what she said to her family to make them come home with her. My over active imagination can hear her sister-in-law mumbling under her breath something about "that house" and "that woman." Her father's reluctance to pack up and her mother weeping.
Were they on the verge of believing too? Did she bribe them? Were they just scared enough to try anything to survive?

God gave her a little time. Like, three chapters!
The Hebrews listened an obeyed God. (A great feat).
They crossed the Jordan (which was a BIG deal) ON DRY LAND (which was an even bigger deal - and made the peoples in the land loose all spirit).
They built a memorial to God with big stones they dragged out of the dry river.
They ALL got circumcised (they didn't do that while wondering around in the wilderness). And they "abode" in their camp and healed.
They celebrated passover. They started harvesting the corn and fruit of their new homeland.

And they did all this at a little place called Gilgal,  just a couple of miles from Jericho. (Seems teasing).
And (Chap. 6) "Jericho was shut up because of the children of Israel: none went out, and none came in."
Ya'll have all sang the song "Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho". That's what happened.

And during all that marching around, there sat Rahab and her family. They just thought they were scared before. Now, as the Hebrews did nothing but get some daily exercise, they were also confused.
But Rahab and her family stayed in the house on the wall, waiting, and working her flax.

And one day, those Hebrew children just kept marching. Around and around.
And Jericho sat quietly.
At last there was a great shout and noise. Rahab's house shook violently. They heard a mighty crash and screams all around them. They stayed put.
The Hebrews rushed in and destroyed ALL that was in the city. All the Hebrew men except two. Rahab's boys. They rushed in and "brought out Rahab, and her father, and mother and brethren, and all that she had."
The spies brought her family to the edge of their camp and ran back to battle. Rahab's family stood watching the smoke rise while what had been their home was utterly destroyed. Nothing was left.
What would become of them now?

They dwelt in Israel. They were grafted in. The belief of one lowly woman, Rahab the harlot, in the God of heaven and earth, brought life. Life for the spies, life for herself, life for her loved ones, and life for you and me.


What? What was that? Life for you and me?
How am I in anyway related to Rahab the harlot?

Stick with me now. You've followed my retelling so far. I'm getting to the point.

Do you really think that Rahab said, "Oh God, use me. I wanna be a big star and known to all generations." I doubt that!
I think she was just doing the right thing. She was just somebody. Nobody.
She acted on her version of right and wrong based on what she had seen and heard. She made a choice. She was given a once in a lifetime opportunity and she took it.
Seems to have paid off well for her.

But now, take a little trip with me (turn right and go about 829 pages) to Matthew 1:5. She got married and had kids. And her kids had kids and four generations later - TA DA! - it's King David.
But keep going, because God made a promise to David, and well, people just kept making babies.
Twenty-eight generations after David and, look who that is! Jesus, Son of God, Savior of the world.

Jesus, who would "save his people from their sins." Just like Rahab was saved from hers. Just like I was saved from mine. She was grafted into the line of Abraham - just like me.

Just some chick God used. Just some nobody.

I like what C. Jeanne Serrão had to say about Rahab, "She is listed in the faith hall of fame in Hebrews 11 as "Rahab, the prostitute" (11:31). What a transformation must have taken place in her life for her to be listed in Hebrews 11! An anonymous ancient Christian writer commented: 'Since Salmon was considered noble among the children of Israel and was of the tribe of Judah and the son of the prince, he saw the faithful Rahab thus converted to goodness and beloved by God and led from Jericho at God's command and counted among the daughters of Israel. Such a wonderful woman surely deserved to become Salmon's wife.'  Her story certainly affirmed the power of God to transform a life from both ignorance of God and a sinful lifestyle to a woman who was beloved by God and praised for her goodness."
Wow! Dare to be a Rahab.


If you feel outcast and against the wall, God loves you. Turn to him. Believe.
If the world around you seems to be shaking to the ground. Trust God's promises. Stay put. Be firm.
If you feel stuck in the everyday, mundane. Rejoice! You may find your best and most important work is done in a conversation while working your flax.

Keep your eyes open.
Pray. Be brave.
Praise God!




[*KJV Bible; *biblos.com; *Meet Five Unique Women in Jesus' Family Tree by C. Jeanne Orjala Serrão, Mount Vernon Nazarene University in Mount Vernon, Ohio.]

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Sitting here

Pictures from last weekend.
We had dinner with Morticia and Marilyn.
So we don't do a certain holiday - but who can resist the "dress-up" bargains when you go for candy.
Friday was our home school group's elementary craft day.




Thanks to our friend Grace who walked around with my camera so I could stay with the little boys.





The one on the left is Josiah's. We hope that the big girls make these cute cans
at their craft day. We may use these instead of stockings this year.
After three rooms full of crafty fun we ate. That was fun too!
Saturday Jacob got to go hunting with his Daddy.
He was SO excited and Gene said he did great in the woods. (Better than some of the older "hunters"). Our expert hunter still hasn't even seen a deer.
The date on all those pictures is wrong. But I don't know how to fix it or get rid of it.

I'll not mention my disappointment in the results of our recent election.

I will mention that just before election day I finished a book called God's Smuggler. Its about a man called Brother Andrew who followed God's call to reach out to the church behind the Iron Curtain (do most people my age or younger know about the "Iron Curtain"?). After many year of  his willingness and desire to help his brothers and sisters in these suffering churches a ministry sprang up called Open Doors. Much like Voice of the Martyrs they offer help to today's persecuted church.
Yes. There are still Christians being persecuted for their faith. In some countries, ANY faith is seen as weakness. And these people need OUR help.

Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them;
and them which suffer adversity, as being yourselves also in the body.
~ Hebrews 13:3~
 
Anyway. I believe that the state of our own dear USA is such that . . . well, pray to stand strong. Cling to the cross. Make sure your citizenship in Heaven.
God is still Sovereign. And we trust in Him.

The Lord is on my side; I will not fear: what can man do unto me?
 ~Psalms 118:6~