Where is Rick Santorum? Because in a perfect world, as an evangelical Christian I wouldn't be voting for Mitt Romney. But my chance to have a representative who held to my theology ended with the primaries earlier this year.
It is a reflection of our culture--no, it is a condemnation of evangelical Christians that over the last 40 years they have not been able to convince their neighbors that t
heir way of life is worth living. In the last 40 years we have gone from a moral, to an amoral, to an immoral society: Unheard of to most species, by the millions, American mothers kill their children for their own convenience, (note to DNC--only 1% of abortions are done for rape or incest.) Gone is the instinct to nourish and protect, while abortion is sanctioned and encouraged by society at large. No wonder that children are abused by both parents; they are given no value as a "fetus" and the realty is that everyone knows there is no magic in the birth canal that suddenly creates a human life. If we don't value them before birth, we will not value them after birth.
At one time sex was saved for marriage, now living together and premarital sex is the "recommended way" of choosing a life partner; 95% of Americans have had premarital sex, so it's no surprise that 50% percent of first marriages, 67% of second and 74% of third marriages end in divorce. You can't undervalue part of the equation without destroying the whole.
We accept the finding of scientists as fact, even though they seem to contradict themselves in every new addition of the AMA Journal. So if they say there is no Creator, in their all knowing confusion society accepts it; no God, no morality, no rules. And while homosexuality defies the natural order of things (up/down, in/out, positive/negative, left/right, man/woman), if there is no God, and there are no rules, then there is no good or bad, there is no sin.
We want to blame the country's spiritual demise on a government who took prayer out of schools, but it is people who make up a country. It is us, the evangelical Christian and those who share our values. Once upon a time we were an overwhelming majority.
But where are the Christians now? 1 out of 5 of them is struggling with pornography, 80% has had premarital sex, 50% of their marriages have ended in divorce, and they account for 20% of the abortions. The protestant church and its leaders should be ashamed that they have produced hypocritical witnesses for God that can only offer society empty promises of a future that they can't prove! It is the evangelical Christian community that has devalued the Word of God, has eradicated the mosaic law (along with the judeo/Christian values it represented), and has fully adopted the lifestyle of the world around it, throwing on the cloak of "grace" whenever anyone dares to lift an accusing finger their way. With such an example is it a surprise that the majority, 52%, of Americans believe that the government should not promote a traditional set of values?
The evangelical Christian has no representation in this election because long ago they gave up the lifestyle that God set forth for them, to adopt the worldly practices around them, and can no longer offer any hope, or any practical answers for peoples' real life problems or to a community starving for a God that represents what is good, and right, and holy.
It is embarrassing that Mitt Romney, a person with a religion that most evangelicals despise, practices a more God-glorifying behavior than us. And because he does I am voting for him. He may not be a Christian, and his platform is much more liberal than I'd like, but there is plenty of evidence in scripture that if an unbeliever honors God, God will honor him, just as we will be disciplined for our own insolence of God's word.
Friday, November 2, 2012
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
I Have Chosen You
The current song on my heart...
I Have Chosen You
Words and Music by Don Francisco
Like a king who hides in shadows while a thief usurps his throne
You stumbled down through all your days without direction.
While the soldiers and the servants who should be at your command
Are all abandoned to surrender and defection.
As the kingdom groans beneath the load,
Your feet go running down the road
In panic you've forgotten all I've told you.
If you'll just call you'd see Me there
At the very instant of your prayer
But you've bought a bill of goods the liar's sold you.
CHORUS
I have chosen you
There's no need to run away.
I have chosen you
Why do you doubt the words I say.
Through it all I've been right by your side.
Ask me and you will not be denied.
Like a slave who wears the collar of a hard and cruel man
And is convinced that he deserves the treetment given.
Tortured to believing nothing's ever going to change
Till you've forgotten there was ever more to living.
But as you struggle with your load
The messengers come down the road
And the slaver flees in fear as he beholds them.
They break your chains and set you free
To stand amazed in liberty
And at last they give the word that God has told them.
CHORUS
I have chosen you
And I will not turn you down,
I have chosen you
You were born to wear a crown.
I'll give you what you need to carry on
Till all that stands opposed to you is gone.
I have chosen you
And I will not turn you down,
I have chosen you
You were born to wear a crown.
Through it all I've been right by your side.
Ask me now, you will not be denied.
Ask me now, you will not be denied.
Ask me now, you will not be denied.
I Have Chosen You
Words and Music by Don Francisco
Like a king who hides in shadows while a thief usurps his throne
You stumbled down through all your days without direction.
While the soldiers and the servants who should be at your command
Are all abandoned to surrender and defection.
As the kingdom groans beneath the load,
Your feet go running down the road
In panic you've forgotten all I've told you.
If you'll just call you'd see Me there
At the very instant of your prayer
But you've bought a bill of goods the liar's sold you.
CHORUS
I have chosen you
There's no need to run away.
I have chosen you
Why do you doubt the words I say.
Through it all I've been right by your side.
Ask me and you will not be denied.
Like a slave who wears the collar of a hard and cruel man
And is convinced that he deserves the treetment given.
Tortured to believing nothing's ever going to change
Till you've forgotten there was ever more to living.
But as you struggle with your load
The messengers come down the road
And the slaver flees in fear as he beholds them.
They break your chains and set you free
To stand amazed in liberty
And at last they give the word that God has told them.
CHORUS
I have chosen you
And I will not turn you down,
I have chosen you
You were born to wear a crown.
I'll give you what you need to carry on
Till all that stands opposed to you is gone.
I have chosen you
And I will not turn you down,
I have chosen you
You were born to wear a crown.
Through it all I've been right by your side.
Ask me now, you will not be denied.
Ask me now, you will not be denied.
Ask me now, you will not be denied.
Monday, December 19, 2011
The Importance of Being Earnest
"Earnest" isn't often used anymore, yet it's a very fitting word for what our relationship with God should be. As King David said: "O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water." The definition of "earnest:" is resulting from or showing intense conviction.
If you combine Earnest with Faith than our actions will be the result of showing intense conviction of the truth. And that is perhaps where our search begins; with a desire for truth, and with an intense conviction to seek after God. If we do he will draw us to Him, and He will fill us until we are satisfied. I think that it is this intensity that Simon, the unlikely pilgrim feels.
However, as I mentioned in previous posts, before we begin our journey, we have to make sure that our heart is prepared. We have to humble
ourselves before God and accept the full responsibility for our sins--we have to
trust that He will cleanse us completely. Then, we have to completely forgive
those who have sinned against us as God has forgiven us--And his forgiveness has
been great. Unless we do both of these things we are hindering ourselves in the
journey toward heaven. (We are also putting ourselves in a position for
correction...God will bring us to where He wants us to be--but if we resist we
are only making it more difficult on ourselves.)
Finally, we have to be prepared for God to show us things that take the
Christian life out of the realm of theory and put it in our laps in a very
practical way. This is often difficult, because if most of us were honest with
ourselves, we are afraid where God is going to lead us? We are afraid He might
lead us away from our traditions, our dreams, and that truthfully we might be convicted of
something we'd rather not be convicted of. Fear of the future, not trusting God, is often why we sometimes put our heads in the
sand and choose to continue to live on a plane that we know and where we feel
comfortable.
The antidote to fear is to know and understand the person of God. The more we hunger to know his character, the greater love we have for Him, and the greater will be our willingness to embrace
where He leads us. When we do this we will find that following after God is an adventure into
wisdom, grace, peace, and blessings in abundance.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
The Unlikely Pilgrim pt. 2
The early morning sun slid across the skyscrapers
pushing away the last remnants of night. Simon stood in the cold shadow of the
government building and took in his surroundings. The streets were beginning to
fill with vehicles and the area parking spaces were quickly filling. Office
workers hurried past him toward the revolving doors of the office building
juggling coffee, and satchels, ipads and cell phones.
The wonder of God's presence that Simon found so
stirring in the night, seemed to have dissipated with the morning fog, leaving
him miles from home, with sore feet. For awhile he'd almost forgotten about the
burden on his back, but now he could barely think of anything else. Simon limped
over to a cement bench and slowly lowered himself down. In the congestion of the
city he couldn't find the Presence of the night.
With a sigh, he reached behind him and pulled out a
book, The How and Whyfore of Christian Living. The worn fabric
cover warmed him like a visit from an old friend. He could recite
whole paragraphs by heart, and many bore the notation of his ink pen. They had
never failed to offer Christian counsel for marriage, parenting, finances,
perhaps now it would again point him in the right direction. Yet instead of the
pain of his burden easing it sank deeper into his bones. But after reading for
awhile he realized with a shock how dry the writing was. The words didn't feed
the ache in his soul, they didn't bring him closer to God, and he yearned
to know better the Presence that he'd seen in the night?
Friday, December 16, 2011
Word Scramble and book give away!
This weekend I'm giving away Two Tickets to the Christmas Ball, by Donita K. Paul. All you have to do is solve the puzzle and put the answer in the comment field (or swipe someone else's answer.) On Monday, I'll do a random drawing of all the correct responses and mail out the book this week. You might get it in time for Christmas!
dan shi enam alshl eb dllcae mnulaIem hwich emsan God hiwt su
Clue: Mt. 1:23
Behold, I am your God
Behold, I am the LORD,
the God of all mankind.
Jer. 32:27
Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind:
Who let the wild donkey go free? Who untied his ropes? I gave him the wasteland
as his home, the salt flats as his habitat. He laughs at the commotion in the
town; he does not hear a driver’s shout. He ranges the hills for his pasture and
searches for any green thing.
“Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night? Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he till the valleys behind you? Will you rely on him for his great strength? Will you leave your heavy work to him? Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor? “The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but they cannot compare with the pinions and feathers of the stork. She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand, unmindful that a foot may crush them, that some wild animal may trample them. She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers; she cares not that her labor was in vain, for God did not endow her with wisdom or give her a share of good sense. Yet when she spreads her feathers to run, she laughs at horse and rider.
“Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.
“Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread his wings toward the south? Does the eagle soar at your command and build his nest on high? He dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag is his stronghold. From there he seeks out his food; his eyes detect it from afar. His young ones feast on blood, and where the slain are, there is he.”
“Look at the behemoth, which I made along with you and which feeds on grass like an ox. What strength he has in his loins, what power in the muscles of his belly! His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are close-knit. 1His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like rods of iron. He ranks first among the works of God, yet his Maker can approach him with his sword. The hills bring him their produce, and all the wild animals play nearby. Under the lotus plants he lies, hidden among the reeds in the marsh. The lotuses conceal him in their shadow; the poplars by the stream surround him. When the river rages, he is not alarmed; he is secure, though the Jordan should surge against his mouth. Can anyone capture him by the eyes, or trap him and pierce his nose?
“Can you pull in the leviathan with a fishhook or tie down his tongue with a rope? Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? Will he keep begging you for mercy? Will he speak to you with gentle words? Will he make an agreement with you for you to take him as your slave for life? Can you make a pet of him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls? Will traders barter for him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears? If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! Any hope of subduing him is false; the mere sight of him is overpowering. No one is fierce enough to rouse him. Who then is able to stand against me? Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.
“I will not fail to speak of his limbs, his strength and his graceful form. Who can strip off his outer coat? Who would approach him with a bridle? Who dares open the doors of his mouth, ringed about with his fearsome teeth? His back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. His snorting throws out flashes of light; his eyes are like the rays of dawn. Firebrands stream from his mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over a fire of reeds. His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from his mouth. Strength resides in his neck; dismay goes before him. The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. His chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When he rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before his thrashing. The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron he treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make him flee; slingstones are like chaff to him. A club seems to him but a piece of straw; he laughs at the rattling of the lance. His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. He makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. Behind him he leaves a glistening wake; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is his equal— a creature without fear. He looks down on all that are haughty; he is king over all that are proud.”
Then Job replied to the LORD: “I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted. You asked, ‘Who is this that obscures my counsel without knowledge?’ Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know. “You said, ‘Listen now, and I will speak; I will question you, and you shall answer me.’ My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.”
“Will the wild ox consent to serve you? Will he stay by your manger at night? Can you hold him to the furrow with a harness? Will he till the valleys behind you? Will you rely on him for his great strength? Will you leave your heavy work to him? Can you trust him to bring in your grain and gather it to your threshing floor? “The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but they cannot compare with the pinions and feathers of the stork. She lays her eggs on the ground and lets them warm in the sand, unmindful that a foot may crush them, that some wild animal may trample them. She treats her young harshly, as if they were not hers; she cares not that her labor was in vain, for God did not endow her with wisdom or give her a share of good sense. Yet when she spreads her feathers to run, she laughs at horse and rider.
“Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds. At the blast of the trumpet he snorts, ‘Aha!’ He catches the scent of battle from afar, the shout of commanders and the battle cry.
“Does the hawk take flight by your wisdom and spread his wings toward the south? Does the eagle soar at your command and build his nest on high? He dwells on a cliff and stays there at night; a rocky crag is his stronghold. From there he seeks out his food; his eyes detect it from afar. His young ones feast on blood, and where the slain are, there is he.”
“Look at the behemoth, which I made along with you and which feeds on grass like an ox. What strength he has in his loins, what power in the muscles of his belly! His tail sways like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are close-knit. 1His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like rods of iron. He ranks first among the works of God, yet his Maker can approach him with his sword. The hills bring him their produce, and all the wild animals play nearby. Under the lotus plants he lies, hidden among the reeds in the marsh. The lotuses conceal him in their shadow; the poplars by the stream surround him. When the river rages, he is not alarmed; he is secure, though the Jordan should surge against his mouth. Can anyone capture him by the eyes, or trap him and pierce his nose?
“Can you pull in the leviathan with a fishhook or tie down his tongue with a rope? Can you put a cord through his nose or pierce his jaw with a hook? Will he keep begging you for mercy? Will he speak to you with gentle words? Will he make an agreement with you for you to take him as your slave for life? Can you make a pet of him like a bird or put him on a leash for your girls? Will traders barter for him? Will they divide him up among the merchants? Can you fill his hide with harpoons or his head with fishing spears? If you lay a hand on him, you will remember the struggle and never do it again! Any hope of subduing him is false; the mere sight of him is overpowering. No one is fierce enough to rouse him. Who then is able to stand against me? Who has a claim against me that I must pay? Everything under heaven belongs to me.
“I will not fail to speak of his limbs, his strength and his graceful form. Who can strip off his outer coat? Who would approach him with a bridle? Who dares open the doors of his mouth, ringed about with his fearsome teeth? His back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. His snorting throws out flashes of light; his eyes are like the rays of dawn. Firebrands stream from his mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over a fire of reeds. His breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from his mouth. Strength resides in his neck; dismay goes before him. The folds of his flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. His chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When he rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before his thrashing. The sword that reaches him has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron he treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make him flee; slingstones are like chaff to him. A club seems to him but a piece of straw; he laughs at the rattling of the lance. His undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. He makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. Behind him he leaves a glistening wake; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is his equal— a creature without fear. He looks down on all that are haughty; he is king over all that are proud.”
Then Job replied to the LORD: “I know that you can do all things; no plan of yours can be thwarted. You asked, ‘Who is this that obscures my counsel without knowledge?’ Surely I spoke of things I did not understand, things too wonderful for me to know. “You said, ‘Listen now, and I will speak; I will question you, and you shall answer me.’ My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.”
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Behold My God!
Behold, means to see, to consider, to take in. I wrote this some time ago to a friend of a friend who mocked my belief in God, I wanted him to see and understand. But as I dwelt on the magnificence of God I found myself humbled and in awe of the God I call "Father."
Behold my God!
Dear Friend,
As you know some of these issues are very dear to my heart and even though the letter had it's humorous side I take it very seriously, since I am what you criticize--namely, a believer in God. God does not need me to defend him, anymore than he needed the prophet Elijah to build an alter to Him in front of the prophets of Baal. However, because the person of God is someone I hold very dear, I feel it is my responsibility to answer some of your attacks on His name.You stress how hard you've tried to believe in God. Belief does not result from our own effort based upon our desires, it begins by the compiling of facts from the world around us and using them to form a conclusion. I can try really hard to believe it will rain tomorrow; however, it won't change one iota whether it actually does. It will rain whether I believe or not. Likewise if there is a God He is there whether we believe or not. So the question is: "Is there a God?" If there isn't, there's no reason to waste time expounding in meaningless discussions. However, if in fact there is a God then we have to determine who He is, and what our relationship to Him is. Is He a far off distant Being who has no interest in the happenings of the world? A Being who allows war, disease, death and destruction? Or is He an ever present Presence? What we believe will not change who He is, but it will change who we are.The evidence for God-You have claimed to accept the sun as your god. The sun? Why such an inconsequential object like the sun? You'll find that the sun, though 861,800 miles in circumference, is 100 times smaller than the Pistol star, and miniscule compared to the Milky Way, the galaxy it sits in.It takes 220 million years for the sun to go around the Milky Way galaxy once. The Milky Way's mass is estimated to be between 750 billion and one trillion solar masses. Its diameter is about 100,000 light years, (or in our units that equals 100,000 x 5.88 trillion miles) it contains at least 200 billion other stars besides the sun.... And the Milky Way is only one galaxy--a very tiny part of space. In 1999, using the Hubble Space telescope, it was estimated that there are as many as 125 BILLION galaxies in the universe. Some believe the number is closer to 500 billion. Talk about miniscule, it makes the Milky Way look miniscule, and the sun that people worship, but a speck of sand on the beach. What does this have to do with God?If we turn from space into ourselves eventually we will get to our DNA--the recipe that makes me related to you. It's been proven that DNA is found in each of our body's cells, as well as in the cells of every other creature even as tiny as a bacteria. Did you know that bacteria have sex? They do, and they create new bacteria with their DNA. Yet the DNA itself consists of components that form its well known twisted-ladder like strand. When taken out of its chromosome and stretched out it extends farther than five feet. Imagine every cell in our body having 5' of material in it. If our DNA was stretched end to end it would be over 125 billion miles long. Whew! But that's not all. DNA processes over a 100 trillion times as much information as our most sophisticated storage devices. And it's all inside of 5'7" frame. Both our DNA and the Milky Way have at least two things in common, both are immensely large, and like everything else in creation both are evidence of design. If you have design it stands to reason that there is a Creator behind it all. A Creator that is bigger than the 125 Billion galaxies and yet still able to control 1 protein in a single DNA link. Yet people find it easier to believe in the process of evolution, that all of this wonder and magnificence came from nothing, than to believe that there is an intelligent designer. This, even after their own research has declared that "spontaneous generation" of life from inanimate matter cannot happen. Life must arise from pre-existing life. It reminds me of the story:Two men talked among themselves and decided they did not need God anymore. So they went up on a mountain and called God. He came down, and they toldHim: "We have decided that we no longer need You at all."God looked at them and said: "I think you do need me."The two men said: "Nope. We don't, and to prove it we are going to have a man-making contest."God said: "Okay, that works."One of the men bent over and picked up a fistful of dirt, at which point God stopped him and said: "No, you go use your own dirt."Let's presume that what I believe is true, there is indeed a God. Why is the world so messed up? I don't pretend to have a mind that can even comprehend the vastness of space or the complexities of my DNA, therefore it also stands that I can't fathom the mind of God without His help, and neither, I might add, can our great scientists. And this is where you see my faith. As a person without God I would be lost in time and space, not significant enough to acknowledge my own existence. But if I believe in a Holy Presence that created everything, it is to that Being I have to turn to with my questions. . .It is the Bible, God's Word, where I turn to for my answers. But not to believe, I already believe, but to try and understand.God created a perfect world. What's more, He created a world where we could be in His presence; we could stand before the mind of the Creator of the universe. But like everything else in life He created a balance, and our ancestors, given a choice between all things good, and all things evil, chose all things evil. Nor were they any worse than us, as judged by how many times we chose to do the evil. It was disobedience that opened the Pandora's box of sin. I don't know why God allows evil to exist. I don't know why God created Satan and then allowed him to rebel. What I do know, and this from the scripture, is that all things happen for my good, and God will be glorified in it all. Again, I don't understand why or how, anymore than I understand a million other things about the world I live in.How have we treated God through this? We have denied God's existence. We have refused His help. We have not acknowledged His brilliancy in creation, instead giving the credit to a mysterious bang, and we have taken the man that was made in His image and glory and eagerly relate that image of the Glorious God to the animals we are supposed to subdue. We question God's motives, and we have turned away from the wonder of His holy Presence and replaced it with a life of evil and misery. In essence, we have rejected Him and everything about Him. We don't want Him in our life and we don't want Him in our world--until the terrible happens and we get skin cancer from basking in the sun. THEN we beg God for help. We pray for healing. We cry out to Him. We beg him to heal us, but we do nothing to acknowledged Him as Creator, nor to change our rebellious hearts. As one person said; "We want to sow our wild oats and then we pray for a crop failure." It is our rebellion against God and our desire for the presence of evil that allows the war, disease, death, destruction, hunger, etc. Yet God continues to show us His mercy. It is God that shows me how to live in a world that has rejected him, that has taken my heart which has rejected him and turned it back toward Him. He has redeemed me not from war and diseases, but from the rebellion in my own heart. Our life, be it 50 years or 90 years, is less than a speck in the consideration of all eternity. I'll deny myself now for an eternity spent glorying in His presence. You wonder, "You really look forward to that? No beer, no football, no smoking?" I can say with all the honesty of my heart that those desires compared with being with Him, is like asking if I'd rather own a piece of coal now or the Hope diamond later. I will wait for the Hope diamond.I agree that it's of no purpose to become a mindless religious robot. However, while you are seeing the world in turmoil I have hope. I know that in the end the good guy will stand. You see blight attacking good people. I see blight attacking bad people. It's like thieves stealing from thieves. The hearts that are decent are equally rebellious to the hearts of those that are wicked, and their actions are equally as bad. God has chosen to show mercy on them by allowing them to plant and harvest, by giving them more time to see the errors of their way. But God has chosen to show mercy on me by turning my rebellious heart into a heart that loves him.Yours,Janice LaQuiereFootnotes:"For centuries people accepted the "spontaneous generation" of life from inanimate matter. When this long-standing myth was finally dispelled in the mid 1800's it became clear that all life must arise from pre-existing life..." http://www.dnaftb.org/dnaftb/7/concept/index.htmlhttp://www.museum.vic.gov.au/planetarium/solarsystem/sun.htmlhttp://imagine.gsfc.nasa.gov/docs/ask_astro/answers/021127a.htmlhttp://www.reikiblessings.homestead.com/dna.html
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