Thursday, May 19, 2022

HAVE A LITTLE TALK WITH JESUS(African Edition) | Jehovah Shalom Acapella


How awesome this is! I remember the Trembling Trio doing this song. Anyone else remember the Trembling Trio during the 70's at Gap Mills Church of the Nazarene???

Eleanor, Cyndi and Eydie. I wish we had pictures! For some reason we never got around to taking pictures.  Yep. This sure brings back memories.

And the song is one of favorites! Love it!!!

Sunday, May 8, 2022

Evidence for the Shroud of Christ! Resurrection 2021



The Day God Cried

As a parent of five adult cildren, I can only imagine my heart breaking and many tears being spilt over the loss of a child. I can imagine, but my God surely cried the day His Son was beaten, and then hung on a cross! 

Was this shroud the one covering God's Son when he was placed in the tomb? We don't really know, of course. But this could be!

I found this so soul touching, that while my heart broke, it was broken for Him. My Spirit was so lifted! You see, Jesus lay down His life for me and for you. He could have walked away at any moment. But He didn't. His blood purchased our Salvation! Hallelujah! When He did this, we received eternal life!

I'll see you in Heaven because of Him!

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What a great story! Enjoy!

Monday, April 18, 2022

Happy Birthday!

 


Happy Birthday to Me!

No, it's not my Birthday! Not my baby birthday at least. It was Fifty-Three years ago, in 1969 on this day, my Mom dragged me to church. Although I would have preferred to stay home and watch the three channels on our black and white telly. (I so lamented that my Mom wouldn't buy a color TV.) And no less, it was a Friday evening! I would miss the Brady Bunch! And I would miss calling one of my many friends! But, no! Mom had to drag me to a Revival no less!

Yes, I was upset! But not for long. As we settled down into the pew, I began to relax. Singing started the service, and I always enjoyed singing the hymns. Even the real old ones. They brought me such joy! The the Pastors wife got up and sang, she played the zither (she reminded me of June Carter Cash, who had just announced that Johnny Cash had got saved). I loved it's sound. Then the pastor got up and played the piano. He was really good at it. And it sounded lovely. (He was also a music teacher and taught children piano in his home.)

When the music ended, it was time for the preaching. I settled back in my seat. I remember wishing I had brought a book along to read. (I admit it. I ocassionally snuck a paperback book in my Bible, and read it during service. It was the last time I ever did that. ) 

You see, that night the preacher preached about Hell. He preached about it, he described it. I could almost hear the fires crackling. The heat rose up and I could almost feel it. I could see, in my mind's eye, the terrors he described. The smell of burning flesh; and the sizzle that fat makes when it is drawn out of the body with the fire.

When the altar call ame, I was the first person down the aisle. I knew I never wanted to go to Hell!

I knew for sure, that I wanted Salvation. My Sunday School Teacher, took me by the hand, and led me into an empty classroom. There I knelt before the Lord, and I asked Him into my heart. And there he's been, for Fifty-Three years! And He has NEVER failed me! I am so glad He lives in me!

HOW ABOUT YOU????

Have you heard the call? That yearning call of Jesus? How He wants to hear from you! If not, then make tonight the night. Ask Him into your heart. He can see you through a rough time, and He can be there in the Good Times. He makes the Good Times really Good!

Please take some time, and get to know my Jesus! You will never, ever, regret that you did!

Wednesday, March 9, 2022

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

The Gates of Hell Are Real!

 If you are a Christian, you may, or may not, believe in Hell. 

As for me, I do believe in Hell. And have all my life. It's not some place I would ever want to spend eternity, and certainly would not want to visit! But there are people in the world (neighbors of Afghanistan) who are living at what they call "The Gates of Hell".

I am going to give you this link to MSN's report on "The Gates...". Click HERE  to visit the link to this short story. Be sure to click through the slide show to see and read the entirety of the story. 

(Yeah, these are the stories that grab me) I once had a patient in the hospital who was dying. As he got closer and closer to death, he cursed everyone who came into his room. All of the nursing staff, and the auxiliary staff who had to enter his room. I was working the night shift, and one night when he was so close, to dying (he died before I left in the morning), he was cussing and cursing so badly, I finally went into his room, and said the first thing that came into my mind.

"You know Mr. 'X', I would not want to be on my death bed, ready to meet my maker, with those nasty cuss words, and vile curses still on my lips! God might take offense to that." And he stopped very short, and tears came to his eyes. Suddenly, I felt I had overstepped my role as his nurse, and became the preacher, that I am also, and that meant I was judging him. So, I asked if there was anything I could do for him, and yes, I apologized for my outburst. He told me that was okay, and he lay quite silent for the rest of that half of the shift.

As morning approached, I let the on-call physician, who was down in the ER know that I had a probable decease before end of shift; that prompted him to come up and take a look at my patient. 

As the physician and I walked into the room, we noted that the individual was awake and still lucid. I asked him how he was feeling.

"I know that I am dying," he said. "I'm sorry for everything that I said to you. You're a nice lady." I accepted his apology.

The physician reached out and touched the mans foot, and the patient yelled rather loudly, "Ow! That hurts so bad!" The doctor pulled back the sheet, and we noted both of his feet and legs up to the shin, were dark, and very red. The red was almost black it was so deep. The physician said he had acute cellulitis of the lower extremities. And he ordered morphine for pain. After he charted on the patient, he returned to the ER where he would stay until 5:30, when we began to do our last round before change of shift at 7:00.

As we entered the room, our patient was thrashing about in the bed.  He began yelling put the fire out! Put the fire out!" I looked to the Doc and he looked at me. We were both puzzled. We looked about, just to make sure there wasn't a fire in this private room. None was found, and we said so to the patient.

"Get my feet out of the fire," he yelled.

The Doc reached over and pulled the blanket and sheet off the patients feet. He was looking at me, as he did this. "He probably has very bad neuropathy due to the cellulitis," the Doc said. And we both looked at his feet, as the patient continued to yell for us to get his feet out of the fire.

I will never forget, until my dying day, what we saw. This man's feet and legs were blackened. The feet looked like big lumps of charcoal. The smell was terrific. It smelled like Sulphur. I began saying the Lord's Prayer, and clutched my crucifix which frequently hangs about my neck. 

Doc and I were both in shock at what we saw. Doc dropped the sheet and blanket back over the patients legs. We locked eyes with one another as the patient was nearly screaming. As the patient continued to cry about his legs and scream, we continued staring at one another. 

Suddenly, the screaming stopped. The patient reached up on the bed, grabbed both of the siderails, and sat up. He was glaring at the two of us. His face became very mean and gruffly, at us he said the words that will forever remain in my memory. He said in a roaring growl, "I'm in hell, and I'm taking you with me!"

This was the most horrendous thing I had eve witnessed. But Doc beat me to saying a prayer to protect from all evil, out loud. The man's head hung low, until Doc finished the prayer with a petition for Guardian Angels to protect us. He grabbed my hand as he prayed. I won't lie, when this patient (possessed?) cursed us with his words, I was very, very scared. Was this real?? I was scared, I may have peed a little in my underwear! Yes, that's how scared I had been!

Suddenly, our patient released the siderails and fell back into the bed. Dead. Doc looked at me and said the following, "Look, I don't know about you, but I think we were witnessing a man who just went to hell. You chart this up, how ever you want, and I'll chart off of your notes. But I'd like to caution you with relaying what we just saw, because I don't believe the powers that be will believe it." He was trying to tell me, without ordering me to, to not chart what we saw.

Officially this gentleman, our patient, died from heart failure, secondary to pneumonias.

After this night, I never entered a patient's room, except in emergency to, without praying for peace and salvation. I asked God to let His light shine through me. And yes, I have been told there was an aura of light around me whenever I entered a patients room. Not always by the patient, but the nursing and auxiliary staff told me this. I hope that was so. I wasn't meaning real visible light, but I accepted that as well. Years later, when I became a home nurse, I was also told that I carried an aura with me. And one man called me an angel. I hope I gave them what they needed.

But back to the dying and dead patient, (I digress), I never worked with that physician again, although I think I would have liked to. He was obviously a believer.

The patient was deceased. It was time to notify his family. I took his chart, and went to the corner of the nursing station to call. There was a little less noise and confusion there. But there was no family. Only an attorney. So I called the attorney. He said he would call the funeral home and they would call for all the information they needed. Suddenly, I began to see the light. Perhaps he was angry because he was having to do this terrible thing, dying, by himself. After all, dying is the very last thing we do. And no one should have to do that all alone, with only a nurse and a physician to see him. 

I've said all this, and maybe, or maybe not, you believe this story I've told. But I tell you this, because it did in fact happen. It was a very real happening. And yes, it made me seriously, believe more in Hell, and Heaven. Because if you believe in Hell, it stands to reason that there must be a Heaven! Correct? Ever since that happening, I have tried so hard to live a life that God would recognize how hard I tried. And tell me I've run a good race and I can enter into Heaven. Not by my works, but through His great Salvation through Jesus Christ, His Son.

Uh - Oh! Please Blogspot, leave my story up. I am being banned on some social media, and I ask, if you follow me to follow me. It will help my status!



The Gates of Hell

Turkmenistan

Thursday, March 3, 2022

Bull Rider’s Dad Does the Unthinkable to Save His Life


This is a living example of God's great love for us, in that this father was willing to lay down his own life for his son! But God gave His Son for His little children! I have five grown children. Would I give one of my children to save the lives of the other four? And in the case of this man, would I lay down my life for one, or all, of my children? I truly believe I would act like this man. And I believe most parents would. How much more then, will God, our Heavenly Father do for us, His little children? Well, the answer is that He paid the ultimate for His children. He laid down the life of His Son, Jesus. Please watch this until the end. I want to see you in Heaven! God bless you and keep you.

Saturday, February 26, 2022

Friday, February 25, 2022

Dirty Dancing wedding dance choreography - Time of my life I Pierwszy ta...


Start the weekend off right! Love this scene from the movie, 'Dirty Dancing', this couple are the stars at the event of their lifetime! Love it!

Monday, February 21, 2022

Finished Reading A Book...

     Oh, goodness! You know, I simply forgot, until I just finished this reading, that I needed to set a reading goal for 2022!! So, I am way.....behind! So before I do this review, I am going to set my reading goal for 55 books for 2022. So I have to get moving! So, I am behind about 7 weeks. (I have to really work at catching up!)

    Hrere I am for week 7. Today's book is : "ROSSLYN: Guardian of the Secrets of the Holy Grail" by Tim Wallace-Murphy and Marilyn Hopkins.




© Tim Wallace-Murphyand Marilyn Hopkins 2000

© Element Books Limited 2000
ISBN: 0=7607 = 2047-9
Published by Barnes & Noble Booka, Inc.

    I was so anxious to get to read this book. However, it took me three months to read the book in its entirety. Why? Well, I found it so very boring! Kind of like reading a textbook on mathematics. I read things I've never heard before, and it certainly shed no enlightenment for me.

    I am a born-again, baptized in the physical and spiritual, Christian. A licensed minister in both Texas and West Virginia. But, I have always been filled with questions. I have studied the Bible through many different ways, and have read it through and through yearly since I turned 14. I hold dual Doctorates in Theology and another in Religous Studies of the World.  But I look at everything with an open mind. 

    Do I believe the Bible is the Word of God, and believe everything written in it? Yes, I do! The Word is where I seek refuge daily! I do my best to live according to God's Word!

    Yes, I have questions. Many, many questions. Not on the things that are written in the Scriptures, but on the things that are absent! Such as "What was Jesus doing between 12 and 33? The Scriptures tell us nothing about Him! Just suddenly thrust upon the scene! Would I have my faith shaken if if I found out , for instance, that Jesus fell in love and married someone? No, I don't think so. It would, I think, strengthen it! Just proving how human He became my Savior! That he felt the kind of love we all have known! That He fell in love and married! Did He and His spouse argue? Did they have children? 

    But, no, this did not tell me the answers to my many questions. So, to me it did not answer any questions I had. Why the title would lead you to believe what the Holy Grail actually was! A major question of many historians. Instead, it was written more on the scale as a technical text, that's not answering any questions.

    I found it very hard to read. However, this was the book I was advised by a lay minister to start reading with. Because he was adamant, I also recommend your reading the same. You can currently find this book in Abes Books, I did not find a copy on Amazon at present. However, there are copies available on eBay You can purchase a good condition used book for less than $19, including shipping..

    I am starting the next book, which is Custodians of Truth, by the same couple, Tim Wallace-Murphy and Marilyn Hopkins. (I've got to get cracking on this book so I can catch up to my goal for the year! By now I should have 8 under my belt! 

    Have you made a reading resolution for the year? If so, are you on target for fulfilling your goal?

  Well, "Rosslyn" goes on the bookshelf right now. It's the start for the year!