The Word of God teaches, “The wages of sin is death.” When
Christ stepped across the stars into this world of sin and woe, death was
powerless over Him. Christ knew no sin! He was the sinless, spotless
Lamb of God; therefore death could not lay its icy grip upon His
shoulder.
Tell me then, how is it that, at the end of His earthly ministry, He’s
suffering and dying in shame and disgrace? You see, Christ wasn’t dying
for His sins, for He knew no sin (II Cor. 5:21; I John 3:5). He
was dying for your sins and my sins upon that cruel tree.
Our sins and iniquities were laid upon Him that He might redeem us back to
God through His precious blood.
Now God turns to a lost and dying world with the good news of Calvary.
Simply believe that Christ died for your sins personally, and rose
again the third day, and God will wonderfully save you from the wrath to
come, according to the riches of His grace. Do you know the joy of sins
forgiven? If not, “Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be
saved” (Acts 16:31; Rom. 10:13; I Cor. 15:3,4).
Well, I’ve been busier than a one-armed paper-hanger this week. I had to have a YAG laser procedure performed on both eyes to improve vision quality. This had to be done on separate days, of course, so the doctor could charge the insurance company twice! sarcasm alert!! And I just love having my eyes dilated twice and then cooling my heels in a doctor’s waiting room for hours on end. NOT! Then Hubby ran over a nail with his Moto Guzzi. Because his Italian mistress has to have tires balanced in a certain way, that meant driving all the way down to Jax, and all the way back, to have the tire mounted and balanced properly. An entire day blown on that. Mix all those events in with the daily work and it made for a busy time in the Sparky household.
I am so looking forward to Fall. Even though it’s cooler than usual for August, I am tired of the heat, humidity, and bugs. I think I’ve only rode the V-Strom I think three times since summer officially started. Last time I rode was a short stint into Waycross to buy some grass fungicide. Because of all the rain, our grass has been getting some nasty Brown Spot. I wore all my protective gear but because of the heat index, I opted to leave my heavily armored Joe Rocket jacket in the closet. I was so nervous the whole time I was moving! There were quiet thanksgivings offered by me when I arrived home without any mishaps. Rather than do any more risky behaviour, though, I’ve parked the metal steed until it cools off a bit more. I thought about going for a night ride but do you know, in all the years I’ve ridden (since my early teen‘s), I’ve never had a bike out in the dark. For those of you unfamiliar with motorcycling, it’s a whole new dynamic when riding on two wheels at night. It is imperative to slow down, be highly visible and use even greater caution than usual. There’s all manner of dangers in the dark: critters, road debris, impaired drivers and so forth. So, for now, the “V” sits in the garage hooked up to the trickle charger.
My only sister-in-law worth speaking too, and I, are going to let our currently short hair styles go long. Since mine was so incredibly short when I started letting it grow out several weeks ago it was starting to look very unkept. So, I decided to have my local hair person trim it straight across the back and make the edges look neater. I’ve been doing the bangs myself. Now, hopefully when it grows out I won’t look like I should be on Food Stamps.
Our 34th wedding anniversary is this Sunday. I still have the pink wedding dress in the photo. I can’t wear it (must have shrunk?? … lol) but it is in the closet! To save money during the economic depression, we plan to stay home this year. Sweetie said he’s going to cook a super spectacular meal. He always does anyway, but I can’t wait to see what treats appear. I think the only thing that would make it even more special is if we could take the bikes out.
What a disappointing scene! A terrifying storm,
souls in danger of death, but Jonah, the man of God, fast asleep.
Sailors are not soon frightened in a storm, but this time the fury of
the gale was so great that “the ship was like to be broken” and
even the sailors were driven to their knees “and cried every man
unto his god” (Jonah 1:4,5).
Can it be that Jonah, the only man aboard who knew the true God, was
sleeping? Sleeping while souls were perishing? This was the shameful
truth, and not one of us would blame the terrified captain for rudely
awakening him and crying: “What meanest thou, O sleeper? Arise, call
upon thy God!” (Verse 6).
But let us not be too ready to condemn Jonah, for we may be more
guilty than he. Surely the world today is passing through a fearful storm
and souls all about us are in peril of their lives. If they do not accept
God’s way of salvation; if they do not trust in Christ, they will
perish. And what are we doing about it? Are we pleading for them in
prayer? Are we doing what we can to reach them for Christ? Or are we fast
asleep?
“What meanest thou O sleeper? Arise, call upon thy God!”
And when you have cried to God in behalf of your unsaved relatives,
friends, and business associates, He will send you to witness to them of
Christ and His love. Not until you have talked to God about them will you
be ready to talk to them about God.
Politically, morally, spiritually, the night is dark, the storm is
raging and souls are perishing, but “God, who commanded the light to
shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts” (IICor.4:6).
“… We are not of the night, nor of darkness. Therefore let us
not sleep as do others” (I Thess. 5:5,6).
To the Reader:
Some of our Two Minutes articles were written many years ago by
Pastor C. R. Stam for publication in newspapers. When many of
these articles were later compiled in book form, Pastor Stam wrote this
word of explanation in the Preface:
"It should be borne in mind that the newspaper column, Two
Minutes With the Bible, has now been published for many years, so
that local, national and international events are discussed as if they
occurred only recently. Rather than rewrite or date such articles,
we have left them just as they were when first published. This, we felt,
would add to the interest, especially since our readers understand
that they first appeared as newspaper articles."
We hope that you'll agree that while some of the references in
these articles are dated, the spiritual truths taught therein are
timeless.
It's really cooled off here with all this lovely rain. It's got me feeling fine this evening and thought I'd share the fun.
Enjoy!
Desperation Samba
(halloween in tijuana) By: Jimmy Buffett, Will Jennings, Timothy B. Schmit 1985 This song brings to mind two things. first, an image of robert mitchum Standing in the doorway of a bar in tijuana, and second, a line by Thomas mcguane, my brother-in-law, from his book, panama, "the night wrote a check the morning couldn't cash." - used by permission of author
Halloween in tijuana Full moon in my eyes I wonder how in the hell I got here Without a disguise
Should I take this last step Or turn myself around Or follow my intuition into that border town
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico [I want to dance in mexico] We do the desperation samba con nos amigos [ ...with our friends] Yo quiero a bailar en mexico We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Pretty girls they beckon From their rooms above Skeletons are dancing In the name of love
Don't know where I'm goin' I don't like where I've been There may be no exit But hell I'm going in
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico We do the desperation samba con nos amigos Yo quiero a bailar en mexico We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune I drink because I know it's me against the moon
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico We do the desperation samba con nos amigos Yo quiero a bailar en mexico We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
-- spoken: "tss, tss tss" "hey, psst amigo!"
Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Yo quiero a bailar en mexico We do the desperation samba con nos amigos Yo quiero a bailar en mexico We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
- notes: Background vocals: timothy b. schmit, harry stinson Featuring reggie young on gut string guitar and Harrison ford on the bullwhip
I
see that Obama is hosting a friendly cough tête-à-tête with
former Sec. of State Hillary Clinton today.
President Barack Obama hosted Hillary Clinton for lunch on Monday,
treating his former secretary of state to grilled chicken, pasta
jambalaya, and salad, amid speculation that her possible 2016 White
House run could also be on the menu. [more]
That's not quite right, is it dear reader. The only ones on the menu (read: cross-hairs) will be the American taxpayers. Again. The happy couple actually enjoyed roasted taxpayers and skewered TEA party, while spitting islamic wrapped wads on them and watching them simmer.
My husband coined the phrase, Crank and a Skank. It's really fitting when you realize that "Crank" is now a slang drug term.
Also, NBC
will be snuggling up to the Skank soon too. They plan to run a 2 hour
special about her highness and all her, eh, 'accomplishments'. I guess
they'll leave the Insider Trading, and the Whitewater, Rose Law Firm, Beghazi scandals out of the lineup though. They are becoming quite extensive and too long
to list in my humble blog. But, what difference does it make?! Right?!
