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Showing posts with label Love of life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love of life. Show all posts

Monday, July 21, 2014

Life's Desire... I just want to be

Hi, Mommy


I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up. ... You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already. ... Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! ...He wasn't happy,Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something called wedlock, and money, and bills,and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay.


Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again.You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it, Mommy. ... ... ... ... ...

Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy.You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.
I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.
... ... ... ... ... ...
Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?
You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?
It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that when you're awake, any more?

I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did Itell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.

...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is still beating, but I don't knowwhat you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!
Mommy, what are they doing to me!?It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!

Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.
Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you with all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you!
I love you, Mommy.

Every abortion is just…

One more heart that was stopped.

Two more eyes that will never see.

Two more hands that will never touch.

Two more legs that will never run.

One more mouth that will never speak.

“Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.” -James 1:22

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Flawed to change...

'The more things change, the more they stay the same' - not sure who's the first person who said that; but its a sentence that somewhat explains our tragic flaw; our inability (or fear) to change.

The more you get to know people you realise its kind of everyone's flaw; staying exactly the same, for as long as possible. Standing perfectly still feels better, safer somehow; and if you're suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected, who knows what other pain might be waiting out there; chances are it could be even worse.

So you maintain the status quo, you choose the road already travelled, and it doesn't seem that bad; not as far as flaws go... you're not a hopeless addict, you're not killing anyone - except maybe just yourself a little.

When you finally do change, it doesn't happen as an earthquake or massive explosion, or all of a sudden you're this totally different person; its smaller than that. Its the kind of thing most people won't even notice; unless they looked really, really close... - which many hardly ever do!

But you notice it, inside you, that change feels like a world of difference (and you hope that it is); that this is the person you get to be now, and that you are never going to be that person you were before, ever again...



Saturday, February 23, 2013

St. Mark: The Man Behind the Gospel - a feast of divine inspiration and hope eternal



I have somewhat neglected promoting discipleship recently - the following account, biography and insight into St. Mark's gospel and its effect on his peers and thus our lives, resounds to this day! - read on....

"And they all forsook Him, and fled. And there followed Him a certain young man, having a linen cloth cast about his naked body; and the young men laid hold on Him: and he left the linen cloth, and fled from them naked."

This puzzling incident, mentioned only in the Gospel according to St. Mark, is taken by many Bible readers as a reference to Mark himself. It's tempting to assume that the Evangelist, perhaps still in his teens, was in the Garden of Gethsemane the night of Christ's arrest, and that he fled in panic when threatened with arrest himself. Whether he knew Jesus remains a matter of conjecture. His adult life, at any rate, was dedicated to the faith to which we owe one of the world's great books.

The second Gospel in the Bible, this book is the oldest of the four, and served as a model for the other two Synoptic ("common-view") Gospels, written by Matthew and Luke. John's "spiritual Gospel," the last to be published, stands apart. Perhaps because it is the shortest Gospel, Mark's work was for centuries the neglected book of the New Testament. Today Mark finds favour with a growing number of believers. His brevity, his crisp directness, his emphasis on deeds rather than words, make him the most immediate of the Four Evangelists.

His Hebrew name was John, and he is often called John Mark, the Latin "surname" Marcus pointing to a possible connexion with Rome, which was ruling Palestine. His family was well-to-do. Mark's mother, Mary, lived in Jerusalem in a large house that served as rallying point for the city's embattled little group of Christians. Some believe that it was this house Jesus chose for His Last Supper with the Twelve, and that the "goodman" referred to by the Lord in this connexion was Mark's father. Unquestionably, Mark grew up in an atmosphere vibrant with hopes and fears and the excitement of a new-born faith.

No wonder that the bright and personable lad was given an active role in the community. The Christian group in Antioch, a flourishing city on the Syrian Coast (now Turkey), had sent two emissaries with relief funds to the suffering breth­ren in Jerusalem. The messengers were Paul and Barnabas. While in Jerusalem, they probably lodged at the house of Mary, Barnabas' aunt.

When they set off on their first mission to the Gentiles, they took Mark along as their assistant. He shared the hardships of their trip and possibly helped with an occasional baptism or sermon. But when their mission arrived at Perga, on the coast of Asia Minor, Mark left his two companions and went home.

Scholars have tried to find a reason for this unexplained departure. Some think that it was a city boy's fear of the harsh, brigand-ridden mountain roads of Asia that led into the pagan depths of Galatia - the mission's goal. Or was he simply homesick for Jerusalem? Whatever the motive, Paul could not easily forget Mark's sudden turnabout. Later, the breach was healed. Paul forgave Mark, and even drew him back into his inner circle.

But the decisive influence in Mark's career was his close tie with Peter, Prince of Apostles. Their friendship may have formed when Mark was still a youngster in Jerusalem. The majestic figure of the fisherman must have made a profound impression on young Mark. Perhaps the older man instructed the boy in the new faith; it is even possible that he baptized Mark. Perhaps their paths crossed in Antioch where Peter was a leader of the Church, and the friendship deepened with their common work.

As Christianity turned its appeal from Palestine to the vast orbit of thr Gentile nations, it was logical licit Mark would join the fast-growing Christian community in Rome, the power centre of the Western world. We may assume that at some later date he was in Rome with Peter, who in all likelihood already played an influential role there and must have been glad to use the talents of his devoted friend. "Marcus my son," the grand old man affectionately called him at the end of his First Epistle.

"Mark wrote down carefully, but not in order, all that Peter remembered of the Lord's sayings and doings." So wrote Papias, bishop in Asia Minor, a generation after Peter's death. For Jesus of Nazareth had left no writings. The epic story of His life and death had been passed on by word of mouth. As eyewitnesses of those events were disappearing and as new, eager converts kept asking for more details, the need for a fixed record became pressing.

Whether one or two sketchy texts existed before Mark produced his Gospel remains a much-debated question. Matthew and Luke, while drawing overwhelmingly on Mark's original, seem to have used some other common source, lost to posterity. Majority opinion holds that Mark was the first writer to compose an account of the Lord's earthly days and that he based his work, for the most part, on eye­witness stories and live tradition. And we may well assume that his prime source was Peter, a leading member of Christ's inner circle from the early days in Galilee.

Mark was approaching 50 when, about A.D. 65, he wrote the 'Evangelion', the Good News, from which our own word Gospel, or "good tidings," is derived. Writing in Greek, then the common language of the eastern Mediterranean, Mark tends to use coarse phrases and expressions. Some scholars have discerned, behind the text, an author who wrote in Greek but thought in Aramaic, the mother tongue of Christ and the Apostles.

This Gospel is no history book, nor is it a biography of Jesus. Mark tells of the "Son of Man," whose deeds and suffering proved Him the Son of God. We look in vain for the Lord's Prayer or the Sermon on the Mount. Mark gives us but eight parables - against Matthew's 20 and Luke's 29 - and only one long sermon. The emphasis throughout his Gospel is on action. The narrative comes up like thunder, with the appearance of the Lord before the Baptist, and rolls on like a river to Christ's suffering and Resurrection.

Mark's breathless style speeds it along: "And they watched Him ... And He goes up ... And straight­way . . . And immediately . . . And forthwith . . ." In keeping with the oral tradition of the primitive church, Mark often switches to the present tense: "And they compel one Simon ... to bear His cross. And they bring Him unto the place Golgotha."

In the 16 crowded chapters of Mark's Gospel we follow Jesus' wanderings through Galilee, see Him work miracles, watch Him enter Jerusalem, and witness the momentous climax. Mark makes it plain that Jesus' ministry is one tremendous battle against overwhelming odds. We, the spectators, watch with bated breath as He moves to His inevitable fate. The story ends, abruptly and mysteriously, with the empty tomb: "And they went out quickly, and fled from the sepulchre; for they trembled and were amazed: neither said they any thing to any man; for they were afraid."

Many vivid details make us feel that "we are there." We tremble for the storm-tossed and sinking ship while Christ is in die stern, "asleep on a pillow." When Jesus raises the 12-year-old girl from die dead, we hear Him use his native Aramaic: "Talitha cumi—Damsel, I say unto thee, arise." Here and there, the jewel flash of poetry illuminates the text: "And He was transfigured before them. And His raiment became shining, exceeding white as snow; so as no fuller [bleacher] on earth can white them."

Mark never minces words. Time and again, he tells us that the Twelve were too obtuse to understand the meaning of their Lord's Messiahship. "Having eyes, see ye not?" He asks them. "How is it that ye do not understand?" They squabble among themselves who should be "the chiefest." Peter himself "rebukes" the Lord when He announces His inevitable suffering, and Christ tells him, "Get thee behind me, Satan: for thou savourest not the things that be of God."

Here is humanity - raw, unadorned and true. Here, also, is the stuff of persevering faith. Mark wrote his Gospel under Nero, the Roman emperor notorious for his bloody persecutions of the followers of Christ. His readers might, at any moment, be rounded up as enemies of the state, to be imprisoned, tortured or thrown to the wild beasts in Nero's circus.

When read in this light, Mark's Gospel may be called a Manual for Martyrs. Had Christ not told His men they would have to drain the cup of which He had drunk Himself? "Take heed... they shall deliver you up to councils; and ... ye shall be beaten: and ye shall be brought before rulers and kings for my sake." It was such words that those brave men and women must have remembered in their final agony, with the promise: "He that shall endure unto the end, the same shall be saved."

Thus, there emerges an author of great faith and strength. A manly vigour manifests itself in every verse. His courage to proclaim the truth as it had been revealed to him blends with his warm humanity to form the image of a truly apostolic figure.

Mark's Gospel, copied by pious hands, was circulated throughout the Mediterranean world, and was accepted as authoritative by all Christians. Among its avid readers were the Apostle Matthew and the Gentile Luke, both of whom must have found the book in the Near East. Of Mark's 661 authentic verses, 630 reappear, with or without variations, in their Gospels. It is less certain whether John read Mark. By the end of the second century, the elders of the Church united the four books, together with Paul's 13 Letters and the Acts of the Apostles, into a single volume that was accorded equal status with the sacred scriptures. Thus, the New Testament was born.

We have no reliable record of Mark's later life. According to some early Christian writers, he made his way to Alexandria in Egypt, where he served as bishop of the Christian Church, and is believed to have died a martyr.

In 828, two seafarers from Venice seized Mark's remains and brought them back in triumph to their home port. Mark was proclaimed the city's patron saint and a church was built to house his relics. As centuries went by, this church grew more beautiful and resplendent in gold and marble. Today, St. Mark's Cathedral, with its lofty cupolas and glittering mosaic, remains one of the world's great tourist landmarks, and an unrivalled monument of Christian art. And although the "Republic of St. Mark" has long passed into history, the Winged Lion, Mark's time-honoured symbol, is the official emblem of the sea-born city, Venice.

Mark himself is present, to this day, in every house where there is a Bible. Like his fellow Evangelists, he modestly lets the text of his "Good News" speak for itself. Yet, while the author might prefer the shades of anonymity to the bright light of fame, our knowledge of the man behind the Gospel contributes to the joy of reading it!

THIS WONDERFUL SYNOPSIS OF ST. MARK'S DELIGHTFUL AND SPELL-BINDING WRITINGS OF THE EARTHLY DAYS OF JESUS CHRIST WAS COMPILED, ON THE WHOLE, BY EARNEST HAUSER - I THANK GOD FOR THE INSPIRATION GRANTED FOR THIS HISTORY DIVINE - I FOUND IT MOST ENLIGHTENING AND THOUGHT-PROVOKING; AND TRUST YOU DO TOO! - ALL GLORY AND HONOUR TO GOD FOR GIVING US THE FREE CHOICE TO PEEL OPEN OUR EYES AND EQUIP US IN HIS SERVICE TO SAVE THE WORLD AT LARGE - Stafford (",)

Saturday, February 16, 2013

AFFIRMATION



Yours is the face I see as I close my eyes, and the visage remains in my mind until I awake. I am helpless to prevent its course. A pleasant presence, perhaps even obsessive, but never invasive; sweet torture, so tenderly beautifully constant!

I hereby pledge, before and with the help of God, to love, honour, cherish, serve and obey with you for rest of my life here on Earth. And should the Lord see fit to take me with Him into Eternity, I extend this pledge to that Glorious Abode as well.

This pledge’s essence is timeless and therefore its expiry null and insists this that you contact me the split second your circumstances have aligned to make it possible for us to be together.

The singular reproach I hold against you is the current longing I have for more exposure to that spirit of abundant kindness, love and interest you exhibit so selflessly. That infectious giggle and teasing nature I love so dearly.

I embrace the special joy you bring to our love that no other could ever replace; this consequence prevails on me to further troth this that with the blessing of God our Father; I shall not extend my full love to another; and will remain faithfully yours until you return to me…

Kind, gentle soul embrace this oath as a treasure that you possess in something precious, that I know and feel you hold dear. Under this guarantee I am perfectly patient and peacefully content to wait, completely trusting in your wisdom and God’s guidance in your and my life ahead.

Forever yours




For this is the message you heard from the beginning: We should love one another.” -1 John 3:11 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

My love...


I am not afraid to tell you, “I love you.” Your mind may say, “How can you love me when you don’t even know me?” I don’t need to know you. I don’t need to justify my love. I love you because this is my desire and pleasure. The love for you, coming out of me, makes me happy. And it’s not important if you reject me because I don’t reject myself. In my story, I live in an ongoing romance, and everything worthy about you is beautiful for me. To live in love is to be alive again. When one recovers one's integrity, you always follow love.You live your life as an eternal romance because when you love yourself, it is easy to love everyone else...


Saturday, November 17, 2012

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Learning Discernment…


A wise man led me to a cordon of stately trees surrounding his pasture. He hoped the parable they held for him would serve for me as well I knew him to be a wise man, living in seclusion with his wife, but willing, he said, to receive me if I were ever in his part of the world.

I had heard him speak years before and had recently read several of his books. Now I was seeking him out because I had hopes his wisdom might relieve the gnawing melancholy that darkened my days. Financial losses, love denied and an old disability had combined to take much of the savour from my life.

On a clear, late-winter day, I found him on his farm, surrounded by fields and woodlands shrouded in snow. After years of writing and lecturing and helping others, as a minister and "physician to the soul," he was now applying his own wisdom to himself. He had been struck down by a stroke. It left him paralyzed on his right side and unable to speak. The original prognosis had been grave. They told his wife, of over 50 years, that recovery of speech was unlikely. Yet within a few weeks he had regained his ability to talk and he was determined to recover still more of his faculties.

He rose to greet me. He was a distinguished-looking man of middle height, moving slowly, aided by a cane, with an unmistakable sparkle in his gaze. He led me into his study. It was lined with books, new and old, all surrounding a desk on which sat a word processor and reams of papers and magazines. He said he was glad to hear that his books had helped me. They had, indeed, I said, but still, a series of setbacks had added up to a sorrow I wasn't sure I could master.

"Then, in a sense, you're grief-stricken, "he said. But I hadn't yet lost anyone really close to me, I protested.

"Nevertheless, what you're going through is related to grief. What's essential is to mourn your losses fully and find solace by learning to live with them." People who don't, he added, wind up bitter and disillusioned by sorrow. They're unable to find solace. But others who creatively use the act of mourning can gain new sensitivity and a richer faith. "That's why you so often hear that we have to talk out our feelings, express our emotions. That's part of the mourning process. Only then can healing follow.

"Let me show you something," he offered, pointing through the window to a stand of bare sugar maples, stolidly facing the sharp winds that plucked at their barren branches and sent a dusting of yesterday's snowfall shimmering down. A former owner had planted the maples around the perimeter of a one-hectare pasture.

We walked out from a side door and moved slowly on the crunching snow to the pasture. It was a rocky expanse rife with grass and wild flowers in summer, but now brown and wizened by frost-kill. Strung between each large tree, I noticed, were strands of old barbed wire.

"Sixty years ago the man who planted these trees used them to fence in this pasture, and saved a lot of work digging fence-post holes. It was a trauma for the young trees to have barbed wire hammered into their tender bark. Some fought it. Others adapted. So you can see here, the barbed wire has been accepted and incorporated into the life of this tree - but not of that one over there."

He pointed to an old tree severely disfigured by the wire. "Why did that tree injure itself by fighting against the barbed wire, while this one here became master of the wire instead of its victim?" The nearby tree showed no marks at all. Instead of the long, anguished scars, all that appeared was the wire entering on one side and emerging on the other - almost as if it had been inserted by a drill bit.

"I've thought a lot about this grove of trees," he said as we turned to go back to the house. "What internal forces make it possible to overcome an injury like barbed wire, rather than allowing it to distort the rest of life? How can one person transform grief into new growth instead of simply allowing it to become a life-destroying intrusion?"

He could not explain what happened to the maples, he admitted. "But with people," he continued, "things are much clearer. There are ways to confront adversity and work your way through that mourning period. First, you try to keep a youthful outlook. Then you don't bear grudges. And perhaps most important, you make every effort to be kind to yourself. That's the tough one. You have to spend a lot of time with yourself, and most of us tend to be far too critical. Sign a peace treaty with yourself, I say. Forgive yourself for the silly mistakes you've made."

After another pensive glance at the maple grove, he led the way back into the house. "If we are wise in the way we handle grief, if we can mourn promptly and fully, the barbed wire doesn't win. We can overcome any sorrow, and life can then be lived triumphantly. I try to keep a growing edge on my life, seeking new knowledge, new friendships, new experience," he continued, glancing over to the computer and half a dozen new books on his desk. He had been waging his own battle. He was still frustrated by his partially paralyzed right side, but he wasn't conceding defeat.

"We can use our painful experiences as excuses for retreat. Or we can accept the promises of resurrection and rebirth." His gaze turned towards the snow-mantled pasture across the road. "You have your problems. I have my own struggles. I'll work on mine," he offered, "if you work on yours."

I thanked him, and promised I would, and then we shook hands. We had a deal. I felt I had won some new understanding - and now had a strategy for handling my sorrows.

As I drove down the valley, I could glimpse his farm across the meadows. The wind toyed with the lofty tops of those living fence posts, which, though still mysterious, had so much to say to all of us.

Look for God in all things; His lessons abound everywhere! ~ Stafford

Monday, August 27, 2012

Life Driven with loving purpose #1


Life is all about love.

Because God is love, it is in loving that we are most like Him. It is the foundation of every command He has given. God wants us to love everyone, but He is particularly concerned that we learn to love others in His family. God wants His family to be known for its love more than anything else - it is our greatest witness to the world. We have some tough work to do here on earth to prepare ourselves for an eternity of loving.

Love cannot be learned in isolation. You have to be around people - irritating, imperfect, frustrating people.

THE BEST USE OF LIFE IS LOVE

Love is not a good part of life; it is the most important part. It shouldn't be forced neither should it be a duty nor tool for affirmation or acceptance; it should be the natural foundation of your relationships with everyone. (flipping difficult!) Relationships must have priority in your life.

LIFE without love is really worthless~

God says relationships are what life is all about - Four of the 10 Commandments deal with love for God, the other six deals with relationships to other people.
The 1st and Greatest Commandment is - "Love the Lord, your God, with all your heart, soul, mind and strength.
The 2nd is - "Love your neighbour as you love yourself".
(It is a sin against God not to love yourself, because by not looking after yourself and being sound and stable and healthy - you are of no use to anybody else, and to God's commandments.)

Relationships, not achievements or the acquisition of things, are what matters most in life. The point of life is learning to love - God and people. Life minus love equals zero...

LOVE will last forever~

Love leaves a legacy. Love is the secret of a lasting heritage. When life on earth is ending, people don't surround themselves with objects (although I have heard of some weird burial requests); we want people we love and have relationships with present.

Wisdom is learning THAT truth - sooner rather than later. Don't wait until you're on your deathbed to realise what matters more!

WE will be evaluated on our love~

Love is what we will be evaluated on in eternity. God measures spiritual maturity by the quality of our relationships. When you transfer into eternity, you will leave everything else behind. All you're taking with you is your character. You can therefore never love enough - we don't know, we'll never learn, until we try under God's guidance.

THE BEST EXPRESSION OF LOVE IS TIME

The more time you give to something, the more you reveal its importance and value to you. Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it - you are effectively giving a portion of your life. So we must prove our relationships are important by investing time in them. In our relationships love is spelt 'T-I-M-E'.

Love is focused attention and it concentrates so intently on another that you forget yourself at that moment - it says I value you enough to give you my most precious asset - my time. You can give without loving, but you cannot love without giving.
Love means giving up - yielding my preferences, comfort, goals security, money energy or time for the benefit of another.


THE BEST TIME TO LOVE IS NOW

Procrastination is a legitimate response to a trivial task; but because love is what matters most, it takes top priority.

You don't know how long you will have the opportunity to express love. Circumstances change. People die. Children grow up. You have no guarantee of tomorrow. If you want to express love, you had better do it now!

THE BEST USE OF LIFE IS LOVE.

THE BEST EXPRESSION OF LOVE IS TIME.

THE BEST TIME TO LOVE IS NOW.

What more can I say...? Show your Love right now! ~ SB

1 Cor 13:3b (Msg) "No matter what I say, what I believe and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love"

“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” -1 John 4:18

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Looming Disaster... cause I


Shell Oil's latest drilling plans are just the tip of the iceberg in what could become an environmental catastrophe for the fragile Arctic region. Earlier this month the oil company announced that it will begin drilling in the Beaufort and Chukchi seas off the coast of northern Alaska. Such activity would threaten the livelihood of countless endangered species - bowhead whales, beluga whales, gray whales, several seal species, Pacific walrus, polar bears, and about 100 fish species. More alarming still, the remote region is located 1,000 miles from the nearest Coast Guard base, making clean-up efforts near impossible should an oil spill occur.
There is already a coalition of 70 conservation groups and indigenous rights organizations, represented by the public law firm Earthjustice, calling on Shell to abandon this reckless initiative. As consumers, we can also have a hand in protecting a truly unique part of the world from the scourge of dirty oil riggs; join the boycott against Shell and refuse to purchase your gas from their gas pumps. Until they own up to their irresponsible initiatives and agree to reverse drilling plans in the Arctic Seas, we will fill up anywhere but Shell!

All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small
All things wild and wonderful, the Lord God made them all!
- Love your world ~ Stafford

Saturday, August 04, 2012

Life Divine... with love divine

Thank you, each and everyone for the inspiring
 and blessed 50th Birthday wishes

When you speak from your heart; and say the words your soul has only dared to whisper; that's when miracles happen.

"Even when you think God is long gone, if you can remember to ask for help, you will see that He has been there all along."

I encourage you to believe for things that are so big that they take God’s favour, blessings and divine intervention to make them a reality...


This is what the LORD says, He who made the earth, the LORD who formed it and established it - the LORD is His name: ‘Call to Me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. - Jeremiah 33:2-3

Monday, July 23, 2012

Losing Dust... cleaning house.


Last week I threw out WORRYING, it was getting old and in the way.
It kept me from being me; I couldn’t do things God’s way.

I threw out a book on MY PAST (didn’t have time to read it anyway).

Replaced it with NEW GOALS, started reading it today.
I threw out HATE AND BAD MEMORIES. Remember how I treasured them so?

Got me a NEW PHILOSOPHY too, threw out the one from long ago.
Brought in some new books too, called I CAN, I WILL and I MUST …

Threw out I MIGHT, I THINK and I OUGHT TO.
Wow, you should have seen the dust.

I made real contact again with a true friend, I hadn’t talked to properly for quite a while.
His name is GOD the Father and I really like His style.
He helped me to do some cleaning and added some things Himself.

Like PRAYER, HOPE, FAITH and LOVE
Yes I placed them right on the shelf.

I picked up this special thing and placed it at the front door;
It’s called PEACE. Nothing gets me down anymore.

Yes, I’ve got my house looking nice.

Looks good around the place.

For things like Worry and Trouble there just isn’t space.

It’s good to do a little house cleaning,
Get rid of the things on the shelf.
It sure makes things brighter; maybe you should try it yourself.

BE BLESSED AND BE A BLESSING TO SOMEONE ELSE...

 “Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them, for the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these.”” -Matthew 19:14

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Loving Departure...


She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."


Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to her son.  She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study.  He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die.  Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold.  Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."

Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult.  It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter.

The letter said: 


"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say "I Love You". I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again.

Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.

The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly.  And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important.
That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything.  But I already knew that wasn't allowed.  Well, you know what Mom?  God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you.

God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you.  To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool?  I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great!

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me.  The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me. (Let's see Satan stop this one.)

“I have chosen the way of faithfulness; I have set my heart on your laws.” -Psalm 119:30

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Life Duties... to yourself be true



Don't date because you are desperate
Don't marry because you are miserable. 
Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior. 
Don't philander because you think you are irresistible. 


Don't associate with people you can't trust. 
Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend. 
Don't dictate because you are smarter. 
Don't demand because you are stronger. 

  

Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough and know better. 
Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder. 
Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals. 
Don't stagnate. 
Don't regress. 
Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back. 
   
Learn a new skill. 
Find a new friend. 
Start a new career. 

    

Sometimes, there is no race to be won. 
Only a price to be paid for some of life's more hasty decisions. 

  

To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless. 
To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy. 
To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy. 
Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons. 
To make yourself happy, pursue your passions and be the best of what you can be. 
Simplify your life. 
Take away the clutter. 
Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons. 
Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty. 
Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family. 

  

Be true to yourself. 
Don't commit when you are not ready. 
Don't keep others waiting needlessly. 

  

Go on that trip. Don't postpone it. 
 Say those words. Don't let the moment pass. 
 Do what you have to, even at society's scorn. 

  

Write poetry. 
Love Deeply. 
Walk barefoot. 
Dance with wild abandon. 
Cry at the movies. 




Take care of yourself...
Don't wait for someone to take care of you. 
You light up your life. 
You drive yourself to your destination. 
No one completes you - except YOU. 

  

It is true that life does not get easier with age... it only gets more challenging. 
Don't be afraid. 
Don't lose your capacity to love. 
Pursue your passions. 
Live your dreams. 



  
Don't lose faith in God. 






Don't grow old. Just grow YOU! 





“I will praise you with an upright heart as I learn your righteous laws.” -Psalm 119:7 

Monday, July 16, 2012

Loving Dog.... my tale


(1) The rest of my life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you will be painful for me. Remember that before you adopt or buy me.

(2) Give me time to understand what you want from me don't be impatient, short-tempered or irritable.

(3) Place your trust in me and I will always trust you back, respect is earned not given as an indulgent right.

(4) Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment, I am not capable of understanding why? I only know I have been rejected. You have your work, entertainment and friends. I only have you.

(5) Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand your voice and your tone "just look at my tail".


(6) Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it and if it's cruel it may affect me forever.

(7) Please don't hit me. I can't hit back; but I can bite and scratch and I really don't ever want to do that.

(8) Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate, or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right foods or I've been out in the sun too long or my heart is getting old and weak, or I may just be dog tired.

(9) Take care of me when I get old. You too will grow old and may also need love, care, and attention.

(10) Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, "I can't bear to watch" or "Let it happen in my absence". Everything is easier for me if you are there. Remember, irrespective of what you do I will always love you.


“For in Christ all the fullness of the Deity lives in bodily form, and in Christ you have been brought to fullness. He is the head over every power and authority.” -Colossians 2:9-10

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

Love Delivered...


A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising 4 pups and set about nailing it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little  boy.

"Mister," he said, "I want to buy one of your puppies." "Well," said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the  back of his neck, "These puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of  money."

The boy dropped his head for a  moment. Then reaching deep into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer. "I've got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?" "Sure," said the  farmer. And with that he let out a whistle. "Here, Dolly!" he called.

Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little balls of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link  fence. His eyes danced with delight. As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse.

Slowly another little ball appeared, this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner, the little  pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up... "I want that one,"  the little boy said, pointing to the runt. The farmer knelt down at the boy's side and said, "Son, you don't want that puppy. He will  never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would."

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down, and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer,  he said, "You see sir, I don't run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands."

With tears in his eyes, the farmer reached down and picked up the little pup. Holding it carefully he handed it to the little boy. "How much?" asked the little boy...  "No charge," answered the farmer, "There's no charge for love." 

The world is full of  people who need someone to accept and understand them - and need to be loved... Show your friends how much you  care. Send this to everyone you consider a  FRIEND; as well as those who WERE!!!

“What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?” -Mark 8:36

Monday, June 25, 2012

Learning all the time...

Someday everything will make perfect sense. So for now ,laugh at the confusion, smile through the tears and keep reminding yourself that everything happens for a reason....



“Who can hide in secret places so that I cannot see them?” declares the LORD. “Do not I fill heaven and earth?” declares the LORD.” -Jeremiah 23:24 



Friday, June 22, 2012

WHY NOT YOU...


- by Leonie Renze Solomon

Today, many will awaken with a fresh sense of inspiration. Why not you?

Today, many will open their eyes to the beauty that surrounds them. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to leave the ghost of yesterday behind and seize the immeasurable power of today. Why not you?

Today, many will break through the barriers of the past by looking at the blessings of the present. Why not you?

Today, for many the burden of self doubt and insecurity will be lifted by the security and confidence of empowerment. Why not you?

Today, many will rise above their believed limitations and make contact with their powerful innate strength. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to live in such a manner that they will be a positive role model for their children. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to free themselves from the personal imprisonment of their bad habits. Why not you?

Today, many will choose to live free of conditions and rules governing their own happiness. Why not you?

Today, many will find abundance in simplicity. Why not you?

Today, many will be confronted by difficult moral choices and they will choose to do what is right instead of what is beneficial. Why not you?

Today, many will decide to no longer sit back with a victim mentality, but to take charge of their lives and make positive changes. Why not you?

Today, many will take the action necessary to make a difference. Why not you?


Today, many will make the commitment to be a better mother, father, son, daughter, student, teacher, worker, boss, brother, sister, and so much more. Why not you?

Today is a new day!

Many will seize this day.

Many will live it to the fullest.

Why not you?

Be blessed ~ Stafford





“The LORD will keep you from all harm - He will watch over your life; the LORD will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.” -Psalm 121:7-8




Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Feel Like Living?


How long has it been since you have allowed yourself the luxury of acting as you feel? The basic human responses, love, anger, laughter, even fear, hold enormous reservoirs of power, but too many of us refuse to trust them. Day after day we leave this rich store of vitality untapped. It is mature and civilized, we think, to be reserved and rational; it is primitive and childish to let go.
But emotional response is not the opposite of maturity. It is the opposite of cynicism and apathy. In this demanding world we can no more get along without emotional power than an engine can run without fuel.

 “Men and motor-cars, progress by a series of internal explosions.” - Channing Pollock

Emotions are just that - explosions of energy which marshal all our physical and psychic forces. Anger and fear send adrenalin into the blood stream and glycogen to fatigued muscles to restore them; enthusiasm quickens the mental processes; love makes others respond to us.
 Too many of us feel and think timidly; the result is that our lives often seem to lack zest and adventure. So much has been written about our harmful emotions that we have come to regard strong feelings as a sign that something is wrong with us. The truth is that it may be more dangerous to be under-emotional than to be over-emotional. Studies have discovered that depressive, critical people, low in cordiality and lacking in demonstrations of affection, are most often the cause of divorce. They dwarf and inhibit the love which is offered them.
I know of a middle-aged couple who went through the long painful preliminaries of a divorce, only to be reconciled on the eve of the trial. In the judge’s chambers, they shamefacedly admitted they had changed their minds. “Why didn’t you talk it over in the first place and avoid all this grief and publicity?” the judge asked.
Hesitantly the wife, a disciplined and undemonstrative woman, answered: “He was seeing someone else. People told me he was in love with her. I couldn’t have talked to him about it without making a scene. So I left a note saying I wanted a divorce and just went away quietly.” Wearily, the judge pushed useless documents away from him. “Do you see now,” he said, “how easily this might have been avoided if you had made that scene? It’s possible, you know, for people to be too civilized.”
When doctors tell us that our emotions can make us ill, they’re not talking about the big breathtaking drives but about the continual gnawing of little niggling feelings: envy, worry, resentment, and jealousy. Most people with emotionally induced illness; suffer from the monotonous repetition of many’ small unpleasant emotions which produce anxiety, frustration, discouragement and fear.
Once we have fallen into the habit of nursing such emotions it is not easy to change. But it is a fact that great emotions push out mean ones. In the midst of great joy, deep sorrow, righteous anger and heart-stopping fear we forget our petty, daily grievances. One sure remedy, therefore, is consciously to try to replace little feelings with big ones.
Those who have learned to face the hazards of life, which have been truly and profoundly moved, seldom indulge in petty, self-destructive feelings. The watchful and timid, who try to dodge life’s major experiences, too often find that they inhabit a vacuum.
The changing power of love is well known, but hatred, too, can carry a force that need not always be denied. There are plenty of things in the world which we ought to hate - injustice, cruelty, and greed.

 “When I am angry,” said Luther, “I can write, pray and preach well, for then my whole temperament is quickened, my understanding sharpened and all mundane vexations and temptations depart.”

Emotion, to be truly felt, must be shared, forthrightly and without shame. How much deeper and more wonderful the experience of love if lovers could more often put into words the feeling they have! 
Because it is so hard for most of us to communicate deeply personal feelings, the language of emotions must be learned. It is truly a skill, civilized and sensitive. The first step is to give yourself permission to be emotional in words.

 Too many of us are suspicious of the language of feeling. We tend to think of it as superficial, sentimental, and trite. We are afraid that we will be misunderstood.
But it is a great mistake to suppose that we are happier in our relationships with people if we keep our conversation safe, if we water down our true feelings. Too often we say “thank you” when we mean “God bless you.” Or we say, “He/she isn’t all he/she should be,” when we mean he/she is a scoundrel.
Frankness attracts frankness; honest speaking almost always clears the air and brings out unspoken thoughts. Words that are warm and alive create an atmosphere that is warm and alive. It is a mistake to be eternally afraid to speak on impulse, or to make an impulsive, spontaneous gesture. We need to use our feelings wisely but we should neither fear them nor be ashamed of them. The significant moments in our lives are those in which we feel most deeply, and in which we act as we feel.
God bless ~ Stafford                                                               (With credit  to Ardis Whiman)
“What good is it for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?” -Mark 8:36

Thursday, June 07, 2012

Faith matters... How much does a prayer weigh?


Louise , a poorly dressed lady with a look of defeat on her face, walked into a grocery store. She approached the owner of the store in a most humble manner and asked if he would let her charge a few groceries.

 She softly explained that her husband was very ill and unable to work, they had seven children and they needed food.

Charlie , the grocer, scoffed at her and requested that she leave his store. Visualizing the family needs, she said: "Please, sir! I will bring you the money just as soon as I can." Charlie firmly told her he could not give her credit, as she did not have a charge account at his store.

Standing beside the counter was a customer who overheard the conversation between the two. The customer walked forward and told the grocer that he would stand good for whatever she needed for her family. The grocer said in a very reluctant voice, "Do you have a grocery list?" Louise replied, "Yes sir" - "OK," he said, "put your grocery list on the scales and whatever your grocery list weighs, I will give you that amount in groceries."

Louise, hesitated a moment with a bowed head, then she reached into her purse and took out a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. She then laid the piece of paper on the scale carefully with her head still bowed. The eyes of the grocer and the customer showed amazement when the scales went down and stayed down.


The grocer, staring at the scales, turned slowly to the customer and said begrudgingly, "I can't believe it." The customer smiled and the grocer started putting groceries on the other side of the scales. The scale did not balance so he continued to put more and more groceries on them until the scales would hold no more. The grocer stood there in utter disgust.


Finally, he grabbed the piece of paper from the scales and looked at it with greater amazement. It was not a grocery list, it was a prayer which said: "Dear Lord, you know my needs and I am leaving this in your hands."

The grocer gave her the groceries that he had gathered and stood in stunned silence. Louise thanked him and left the store. It was some time later that the grocer discovered the scales were broken; therefore, only God knows how much a prayer weighs.

“Before the mountains were born or you brought forth the whole world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. A thousand years in your sight are like a day that has just gone by, or like a watch in the night.” -Psalm 90:2,4


Without faith nothing can be accomplished. It is not only a spiritual word but it is an experience in every facet of life, where anything worthwhile is done. There could be no business or banking, no true friendships or happy families without faith. Faith holds society together, and where there is no faith, it disintegrates.

There is no greater power than an idea that has come to fruition and is accepted and applied with a confident and enthusiastic faith. Under such conditions the impossible becomes possible, and while lesser mortals will stand aside and bemoan what might have been, the one who has combined an inspired vision with a living faith will move forward to accomplishment and victory.

Faith is not a mystical word that enables you to believe what is virtually unbelievable, but a force that enables you to look beyond the limits of mental horizons, human possibilities and permits you to see what others - without faith - cannot see.

Others may cry out: “It cannot be done” - but through the gift of faith you know it can be done and so you set out to do it. Then you do not listen to the defeatists, but keeping your vision bright you continue working towards the goal only you can see.

Experience has revealed that God honours such confidence, and as you press forward - often alone - He gives you the power to persevere and win through to victory… Faithfully ~ Stafford