From the Ranch

A Sweet Little Story...

2018-12-16T17:50:00.000-06:00

I have a sweet little story about my two oldest grand-daughters. I cannot imagine them being so grown up now, Madie will graduate from high school this year, and Samantha will be a sophomore this year. There have been so many special moments in my life with these two. From the first time I held them, it was love at first site. Not only are they beautiful and accomplished young women now, but they still have those beautiful hearts of true gold. Anyone could trust them with their life, they are loyal, hard working, honest, and possessed of integrity that is rare today. I am of course so proud of how they have grown into such young women, who trust in the Lord God.

One night when the girls were spending the night with me and sleeping in the bed with me, they were wrestling, rolling around n the bed, talking, laughing, and enjoying being together so much. They were five and three years of age at the time, just a little older than in the picture above. It was getting on toward mid-night, and I was exhausted having cooked and taken care of the whole household all day. In those days it was an extremely large household at the time, due to all the family being home. Both Madie and Samantha have always been a bit hard headed, (can't imagine where they got that...) and settling them down with the ordinary admonishments just wasn't working. So in a fit of creativity I whispered in a conspirator's tone... "did you hear that??? They both froze... "What Nana, what!!!" It's Stewart the Mouse, I hear him running up and down the hall again in that Barbie doll car. I wouldn't mind so much, but he never puts up anything when he is through with it... He gets the Ken doll shorts and shirts out, gets them dirty, and then leaves them in the floor for me to pick up and wash... He leaves the car out, with food wrappers and drink cups in the floor board, and leaves his dirty dishes too. Samantha was looking at me like she is looking at Madie in the picture of them above, she just wasn't quite buying it yet.

But pretty soon with added details they both bought the whole thing. When they would start cutting up again, I would say, I heard it again! He has let that little bird in too... that means there will be an even bigger mess... Then I would quietly reach over the side of the bed and scratch the side of the mattress, or thump the bed rail, or make some other covert noise and let them suddenly exclaim to me, "Nana did you hear that!" I would sit up in bed and say, I didn't hear anything that time, I must have fallen asleep. They would then begin describing what they thought the mouse was doing. They soon fell asleep as they laid quietly listening for Stewart and the little bird girlfriend. Of course I had to get up early and I got the doll furniture out, the little table and chairs, filled cups with a bit of tea, and crumbled Cheese crackers in the little plates. I got doll clothes out, the Barbie doll car, and left the door open, and the clothes in a pile in the floor. I had tucked the whole little set up in a corner where it was not real noticeable. I didn't say a word when they both got up... just waited until they found it... I loved those big round eyes when at last during their play they stumbled upon the staged scene... I just said, "I told you he wouldn't clean up after himself!" For the rest of that entire visit they couldn't wait to go to bed at night, and would lay so still listening for the mouse...

Picking Wildflowers, One I Didn't Publish From Long Ago

2017-05-23T12:05:00.000-05:00

I am so lucky, Sunday as I was driving to church down the winding little road to Bellville, I realized how blessed I am, and how much I love where I live. I passed the cows, then the long horn cows, and when I passed the buffalo, I was certain I was in Texas. There are so many old barns and old houses in Austin County, and my shutterbug goes off every time I pass them. Then there are the wild flowers, on the way home I took dozens of pictures. Some of them turned out beautiful, so I thought I would share some with you.

First, I loves these white cows in the pond cooling off, it gets so hot in Texas!

These are beautiful and have beautiful delicate flowers. They have the see through type petals. If you even get close to their thread size long thorns, they get you. They are tipped with poison as well, and they burn like fire, or fire ant bites!

So never ever try

to pick these!

Sometimes Looking at the World Around Me Soothes Stress

2016-09-01T09:13:00.000-05:00

These pictures I took of the moon with tree tops showing at the bottom really do please me.

A New Year, New Possibilities, Hopes, Dreams, and Goals

2016-01-04T05:04:00.000-06:00

Life is such a complex and evolving thing. So many changes, stresses, and challenges are faced by each of us because of the time in which we live. Technology has complicated most lives in our world. I am sure there are still some who are not "connected," but that number dwindles daily. Technology has also made our lives easier, but the true wonder of our gadgets and access to the world wide web lies in our ability to connect much more personally to so many more people in a life time, and that now affects my goals and aims in life.

Fireworks over Wiesbaden, Germany on New Year's Eve

I am looking, as I always do, at my life this first work week of the New Year. Since I know I am an eternal being, and this life is only a journey to my lasting life, I want to follow the lead of my husband. My husband is able to get more out of each day than anyone I have ever known. He loves life, is always in a positive mood, no matter what challenges he faces, and accomplishes more than any other five people I know in a given day. In Ranger School he claimed a mantra which he has kept for a life time, "If the man in front of me can do it, so can I." He completed Ranger School and was awarded an "Iron Mike" by those evaluating his performance, and he almost drown in the process. That is an especially coveted award given in the Army. My husband received three from those who served along side him during his career. That mantra of his distinguishes a man from his peers always, and brings either admiration or resentment from those around him.

Of course in me it brings great admiration, because I know him best of all who know him. I watch what he accomplishes daily, and I try to keep up. That is an impossibility for me, even as we walk together, he must put thought and effort into slowing his gait, as he takes one step for every two I must take just to walk beside him. That isn't taking into account the speed with which he moves, as I often say, "with my husband, everything is a road march!" Footwear is sometimes an issue too, he always goes for functionality, and well, I do love little red heels...

As I said, in my planning today, I am looking at ways to accomplish all that my limited energies and resources will produce each day, because we only have any given day once, and it faces each of us as a blank canvas each morning. There may be incidents where things which are out of our own control, dictate the colors and brushes with which we must work to produce our day's painting, but still the control of those tools and resources remain completely in our own control. How we use what we are given determines the satisfaction or disappointment we can claim at the end of each 24 hours. I know of certainty that planning is important in producing work that pleases both God and myself. Always I try to remember that the One I want to please most with my efforts is my Lord and Savior, and that my planning should be conducted with that goal in mind.

Someone Taught Me Magic, Real Magic

2015-12-31T02:41:00.001-06:00

My mother is 86 years old now, still a hard worker, still able to take care of her home with my dad alongside, and still possessed of wisdom. She and my dad are still in love, true love, after more than 65 years. She hasn't been a perfect mother, there aren't any, but she has lived before me, and the rest of the world, a steadfast life devoted to God, my father, her children, grand-children, and now great grandchildren. The older I get, the more wisdom I find in the things she taught me, and they were many. How to work hard, how to get by on little, how to get by in a right way when you have much, to always save some... of everything, how to make a new use for something, and how to love and honor a husband, are just a few of the things she has taught me. Then there is the creativity she taught, she has taught to all of us who have fallen under her tutelage, all the way through the great-grandchildren. She has taught us how to "pretend play."

Being a child of the Great Depression, toys were a luxury that were not hers to enjoy. That was such a blessing for all of us who have followed, because she can teach one how to make a "play house" under a tree, bake lovely "dirt cakes," or be a princess while wearing an old square dancing skirt. No matter how busy she is with her day, she will still take the time to fall into whatever character fits into the play of a child nearby. She can be the person at the drive through window at McDonald's, and take your "pretend" order, a mean witch trying to trick your "Barbie" into marrying the wrong guy, or the MC at your concert, announcing your performance with great flare. All this is accomplished as she cooks supper, sweeps, irons, or washes dishes. Needless to say, she is adored by all children.

My mother came from a large family, this photo is of her and her sisters. She also had four brothers.

When I find myself most under the gun, most strained to the breaking point, most discouraged and defeated, without fail, the greatest thing she has taught me comes to my mind. My mother was not especially sympathetic to my woes as I was growing up, which at the time was sometimes very annoying. She has always been an "executor." When there is work to be done, she works until it is done, when a plan of action is needed, she makes suggestions until a choice is made, and when there is a need, of any sort, she finds a resource. She never has had the tendency to entertain the notion that one is helpless or defeated in any situation. If she can't figure it out, she knows daddy can. Then there is her magical cure for the depression that can accompany the hard times in life. It was and still is her standard answer when things seem completely deadlocked, and one is faced with just having to endure. I use to resent so much her answering some complaint about life with the "magic," but slowly over the years, the magic has proved time and again to be magic indeed.

Easter when my daughters were small, I always wear a hat at every opportunity, two of my daughters and my sister with her hair short. My mother is in the right hand corner.

Mom and Dad, my daughter Beth, and a passel of their great-grandchildren.

It is such a simple solution for life's darkest hours, works every time, and will see you through the hardest of situations. According to my mother, the solution to these trying times, is to look around you, find someone with a need, or a problem, and then reach out to them. Her theory is it takes the focus off your own trouble, immediately brings a relief to your soul, and honors God, bringing blessing and solution to your own difficulty, and to the others as well. For a long time, each and every time she suggested this plan, I secretly scoffed, certain there was no validity to such thinking. Time and time again, I would give in and try it... and that is when the "magic" happened. Over and over I have experienced the magic. Each time I reach out to another human being in compassion and care, whatever load I am carrying, lightens. At times I have reached out to others only to experience being taken advantage of, but those times have been few, and still the magic worked. The practice of her theory has brought so much to my life. I have learned to go quickly now to the magic when I realize I am in real trouble in life. Inevitably the trouble passes, the problem is solved, and with the application of the magic, the good is multiplied. I love my mother for many reasons, one of them is for teaching me magic.

My favorite picture of my mother ever... it speaks volumes of how she has lived her life.

It Is Time Again For the Most Comprehensive and Acurate Description of Christmas I Have Ever Heard

2015-12-23T02:29:00.000-06:00

How proud I am that it was written by our son, Brian LeCompte, who continues his post graduate studies at Criswell Bible College in Dallas, Texas. Needless to say, we are so proud of him in every way. How far from what humanity as a whole makes Christmas this account and explanation is. Truth however is always in class all its' own, and brings an assurance nothing else can match. Merry Christmas to all who read this, and blessings to you and your family.

An article on the origin of Christmas

Written by: Brian LeCompte

Introduction

I am writing this article so that all who read it might understand the meaning of Christmas and its’ origin. It will become evident if it hasn’t been already that I am writing this article from a Christian perspective. I will document the story of the birth of Christ as it is recorded in the Gospels of the New Testament and explain various aspects and historical context of the story which are often misinterpreted or overlooked. I will then explain that how the holiday celebration arose for different purposes but during the same time out of an earlier pagan tradition and explain how this in no way harms the truthfulness of the Biblical account. My hope is that all who read this will learn the true scholarly Christian viewpoint of the history and significance of Christmas and will benefit from this knowledge in the same manner that I have after learning it.

The purpose for the traditional holiday of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of a man named Jesus Christ. According to the Old Testament the world would one day receive a savior to come and rid the world of all injustice and He would be the Lord of all the people, establish a kingdom that is nothing but eternal peace and love, and where sorrow, pain, and death would be no more. In some of the Old Testament prophetic accounts the man is spoken of as a servant that is beaten and crushed for the sins that are committed by others and in essence takes the penalty for that sin (cf. Isaiah 53:5). In other scriptures he is spoken of as an Anointed one that would free the people from oppression (cf. Psalm 2). This word anointed is referencing a king because it was understood by the audience that the Old Testament was written for, the Hebrew people, or Jews of Israel, that the Spirit of God anointed men that He would make king over this nation of people. At the time of Jesus’ birth the Jewish people had been under the oppression of Roman rule for centuries and the prophetic Spirit of God had not been among the people for four hundred years (This is also known as the Intertestamental Period.) The Israelites were” groaning” for their savior to come and free them from this oppression and set them up as His priestly nation once more. However, the Jewish people were looking for a warrior king to lead an army against their earthly oppressors, not the defeated servant spoken of in Isaiah.

The New Testament scriptures affirm for us what was meant by those Old Testament prophecies. According to the four Gospels of the New Testament (Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John) Jesus was both of these iconic figures spoken of in the Old Testament. Matthew’s Gospel is primarily focused on the kingdom that Jesus spent his life preaching about and initiating. Mark’s Gospel is the most concise of the four, and has a pivotal moment in the center of the text when the apostle Peter acknowledges that Jesus is the Christ sent from God to save mankind. Luke’s Gospel is primarily focused on the blessing of salvation, and John’s Gospel seeks to prove that Jesus was not a mere man but was also God who took on the form of man and performed “signs” or miracles, to prove his identity, then paid the price for all of mankind that would lead all of those who believe in what he did to salvation. Most of this study will be in the book of Luke, as this book contains the most elaborate narrative of the birth of Christ, and is where the nativity scene, which has become the most popular Christmas decoration and theme for many Christmas plays and traditions, originated.

The Birth

The Bible asserts that Jesus’ mother was betrothed (engaged to be married,) to a man named Joseph. Many have interpreted this to mean that they were already married which would indicate that the Bible is wrong when it records that Mary was a virgin. However, the word used in the original text simply means that they were “to be married” or close to engagement in our culture. The difference between the two is that engagement is a public statement that you intend to be married with someone and focusing on the planning of the wedding while a betrothal, which is what this couple had entered into, is a public statement that you are preparing for marriage. In this case the couple focuses on a commitment to each other, God, and the community without a physical commitment of sex for each which is to be saved until after the marriage. This correct understanding of the word gives credence to the Bible’s message that Mary was in fact a virgin when Christ was born. The purpose for mentioning her virginity is to highlight her purity and also to give no credence to any argument that could be made that Christ was the son of any man. Rather the text affirms that Jesus is the “Son of God.” In an Old Testament context this would have been recognition of his Kingship because to be called a “Son of God” in that context would insinuate that you were a King. However, in the context of the birth narrative it literally means that Jesus was not born by the seed of Man in the manner that all people alive today are, but that he was born directly from God. This is important to understand because the apostle Paul informs us in Romans 5:12 that death entered the world and was passed to all men because the sin of the first man Adam spread into the nature of all men by birth. It is easier to understand sin as a gene in this instance that is passed down from the father of any given child. I am not at all trying to say that sin is literally genetic but it is a way to understand what the scripture is communicating, and that is this sin is passed to all men and therefore every person in the world sins. The significance of Christ’s divine birth is that he is not from that same line of sin, Christ still took on the flesh of man and so was forced to undergo the same temptations as you and I, but he did not descend from that same sinful line as humanity. This is a brand new chance for a man to accomplish his original purpose to rule over God’s creation rightly and bear God’s image to the world for all to see and praise. This new gift of the offering of atonement from sin repairs what went wrong and was given to Man by God, and it was done by God as he took on the form of a mere man!

Next is the focus on the location of Jesus’ birth. The prophet Micah foretold approximately 700 years before the birth of Christ that he would be born in the town of Bethlehem (Micah 5:2). Luke’s Gospel explains that Mary and Joseph traveled to Bethlehem because Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census of the known world should be taken for a myriad of reasons, the most likely probably for taxation purposes. Joseph was the son of a man named Heli and was born in Bethlehem and so according to Caesar’s decree he had to return to his homeland to be properly registered and so he traveled to Bethlehem with Mary and his unborn “step-son.” The Gospel account reads as follows concerning the birth, “And while they were there, the time came for her to give birth. And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger; because there was no place for them in the inn.” Luke 2:6 & 7 ESV. In the next few sections I will perform a thorough exegesis of this scripture.

The text is clear that the baby was laid in a manger because they had nowhere else to go. The place that rejected them is translated as “the inn” for most English versions of the Bible. However, the word that is being translated is a Koine (meaning common) Greek word kataluma. The Bible was originally written in Koine Greek, which was a form of Greek that was used by the common people at the time. This word kataluma has until recently best understood as an inn, but it has for some time been ambiguous. After newly uncovered Greek texts and letters furthered our understanding of the language, this word would be best interpreted to mean “guest room.” So with this understanding it would be better to say that there was no room for them in the guest room, but which guest room? Joseph was returning to Bethlehem because it was where he was born and so he would have had family living in Bethlehem most likely, and would have chosen to stay with them. This would have been very common because the Jewish culture has always been a very collectivistic culture, in which the primary focus is on the family as opposed to the needs and desires of the individual that comprises the culture of America today. Also it would be peculiar if there were an inn inside the city because in the first century most inns were found on the road between cities because showing hospitality to guests was extremely important in that setting. So with this understanding it is appropriate to assume that Joseph would seek to stay with his family, but was not allowed to. Also, it is understandable that probably in their culture, his family would not allow them to stay because Mary was pregnant with a child, and the couple was not married yet. To them the child was illegitimate, and in the 1^st century context it was a very shameful thing. We read already that Jesus is being rejected by his own family before he is born, but rejection was an ordained part of Christ’s life, and was necessary to fulfill the prophecy made in Daniel 9:24-26. Every detail of prophecy is fulfilled many times in the New Testament, and the academic, or scientific study of God’s Word reveals the validity of its’ message.

After the baby has been rejected and so born outside of appropriate shelter the text says that Mary wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger. A manger is simply a feeding trough for an animal cut out of stone and typically found in small caves called sukkah. The geography surrounding Bethlehem is riddled even today with these small caves that the ancient Jewish people living in that area would have used to shelter their livestock during times of harsh weather. Swaddling cloths were the same type of cloth that was used to wrap the bodies of the deceased in the Jewish burial tradition. So the picture is quite clear; the baby is born in a shallow cave structure similar in appearance to the type of tomb he was to be buried in at his death on the cross, wrapped up in swaddling cloth the same as he would be at his death, and laid in stone feeding trough which also resembles the tomb his body would have been placed in.

This is an image of a garden tomb. One side of the tomb
has been cut away for display purposes.

Seen above is first a picture of a manger and below it a 1^st century tomb that is most likely the kind of tomb Jesus was buried in. It is not mere coincidence that these two look similar and that the description given for the scene of Jesus’ birth is similar to that of his death. After all Jesus himself said to his disciples that his purpose while he was here on Earth was to die (Matthew 16:21). It seems that even at his birth God is showing the World his plan.

The Magi

If the words before these haven’t already upset someone by changing their entire nativity scene already, then I hope that they do not get angry after this section. So far if our nativity scene were to be accurate then we would have to ditch the wooden lean to shack and replace it with a shallow cave, then get rid of the nice wooden cot that is coated with hay and replace it with a cold stone box where the baby Jesus would have been placed after being wrapped in cloth giving him the appearance of a corpse lying in a tomb. However, even more must be done to the nativity scene in order to be accurate.

Magi or “Wise men” were educated scholars of the day who were from the lands East of Canaan. Many respected their wisdom and intellect and so one of their main contributions was to council the people about their next King. Magi were effectively king makers because in that day they would judge the abilities of those eligible for the throne and make a decision as to which man would be the better leader. The Magi traveled in packs of 20, 50, or even 100 people since the threat of bandits was ever present. Being from the East their steed of choice was a horse as opposed to the popular imagery of a camel. They are typically depicted as being three men (because there are three gifts) who were led by a star in the night sky and were present on the night of Christ’s birth. However, the text makes no assertion that this is true.

The text says that the Magi came looking for the King of the Jews and asked Herod, the Roman appointed King of the Jews at the time, where he was because they had seen His “star.” The word that is used here in the original Greek for star is astera. Generally speaking nativity scenes depict the Northern Star, the brightest star in our sky, as being the star that the Magi are speaking of, but this interpretation places our modern scientific understanding of a star in the minds of the ancients and this is simply not appropriate. When we see a star in our sky we understand it to be a giant ball of flaming gas somewhere in the universe that is big enough that we can see it but due to our scientific understanding we can tell the difference between a nearby planet and a star or a comet and a star. However, the ancients only knew stars to be lights and so any bright light in the sky to them would have been called astera. So the next question is can a star in the sky really lead you to a specific location on the Earth? If you were to point yourself towards a star in the sky and start walking would you ever reach a destination? No, of course not you would only walk forever or until you decided it was time to quit because you could never reach the star; but then why does the text assert that “the Magi followed this light until it rested over the house that Mary and the boy Jesus were in” (paraphrased from Matthew 2:10 & 11)? Well, let me present another hypothesis to you. One of the names that was given to Jesus was Immanuel which means “God with us” (Matt. 1:23). To the ancient Israelites when God’s presence was among the people he would manifest himself in the form of a bright light called the Shekinah. The Shekinah hovered above the Ark of the Covenant (seen below) in the Holy of Holies, the most sacred room of the temple where God manifested his presence on the Earth.

If we are to understand that the Shekinah rested over the location where God dwelt on Earth and that Christ is the Son of the Living God, and therefore also God himself, and is called Immanuel which means “God with us,” then it is reasonable to assume that the astera or bright light the Magi witnessed resting over the house Jesus was in was actually the Shekinah of God. This would explain how the Magi were able to follow the star directly to the location that Jesus was at.

Next is the timing of the Magi’s arrival. If you remember the text from earlier concerning how the Magi found Jesus then you know that the text says they found him in a house with his mother. We already know that Jesus was born in a cave with the livestock so if the Magi actually found Jesus on the night he was born then how did they find him in a house? Also, the word that is translated as child in Matthew 2:11 is a word that is actually used to describe a baby not a newborn. We also know that Herod, fearing that his throne might be in danger, sent men to kill all the young boys in the town that were two years of age or younger, but if the Magi had arrived on the night of Christ’s birth then why would he need to kill babies that were 2 years of age? With this information it is more likely then that the Magi arrived maybe as late as a year after the birth of Jesus and gave the gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh to the young King. These gifts would soon be an example of God’s provision because the family was forced to flee to Egypt after an angel warns them of Herod’s plot to kill all the boys in an attempt to kill Jesus.

The Purpose of Christmas

We now know that Jesus was born for the purpose of dying and that God illustrated this to the world even in the scene of His birth. So you might be thinking to yourself that it sounds awful to celebrate the birth of a King when the message conveyed by his birth was the message of death, and that this King would die in one of the most shameful manners by which to die, crucifixion. However, the Christian understands that the birth of Christ signifies that the promise of God made to his people was kept, and that salvation from the death that is brought on by the sin that we all experience has come through Jesus Christ. So it is not His death that we are celebrating, for we know that the grave could not hold Him and He is risen, but it is the fact that God had mercy enough that he would save us from our sin. He keeps His promises and shows that He is a father to the fatherless and a leader to the lost.

Why December 25?

The text informs us that shepherds received news of the birth of Christ from an angel while they were out in the fields with their livestock and went to see Jesus on the night he was born (Luke 2:8-20). This has led scholars to believe that Jesus was not actually born on December 25 because it would have been wintertime and so the livestock would not have been in the fields but rather in shelter. The Bible is also unclear about the date of the birth and so there is currently no way to know exactly when Christ was born only that it would have been during one of the summer months when the shepherds would have actually had the sheep in the fields. If this is true then why do we celebrate Christmas on December 25th? The most logical reason is one that skeptics of the Christian faith usually use as evidence that the Bible is wrong. Before Christmas was started, pagans had a festival around the same time after the winter solstice, which is on December 21. The Winter Solstice is the shortest day of the year and is preceded by a string of short days. The ancients recognized this and attributed the phenomenon to the anger of the gods. Their belief was that if the gods were not appeased then their fury would be unleashed on the world and all would perish. So the pagans would make sacrifices in order to please the gods and if the next day were longer then it was a sign that the gods were giving them another year of life. Skeptics like to say that Christians simply stole the holiday and so the story of Christmas is therefore a lie. I still do not understand how the two ideas are even related, because even if Christians deliberately took the date of the holiday, I don’t see how the facts of the story itself can no longer be validated. Nevertheless, I like the skeptics explanation here for the date because it is logical and I believe it actually helps my argument.

Many of the new Christians after Jesus’ resurrection were Gentiles and so they would have been accustomed to celebrations around the time of the winter solstice, and so after embracing their new faith celebrating the coming of their Savior around the same time would have been an easy transition. Also the fact that it would come to replace the pagan tradition would be perfectly expected from what we know to be the character of God in the scriptures. God is the ultimate Redeemer, he takes men who are fifthly and sinful and restores their heart so they can be a whole new creation which bears the image of God more fully. If God has such redemption power for man, then why can he not do the same for a tradition? It makes perfect sense to me that God could choose to take an earlier pagan tradition that worships false gods and redeem it to be a celebration of the One True God and therefore glorifying his name so that others may hear of His good news. It is no mystery as to why different civilizations have gods that they worship. Mankind could see plainly, until recently when science has become a new god, that there is a higher power that is responsible for all that he witnesses in nature. The Gospels record Jesus performing miracles of nature that in the Roman context would have been attributed to other gods, i.e. turning water into wine which would have been attributed to Dionysus, commanding the sea which would have been attributed to Poseidon, and calming a storm which would have been attributed to Zeus. It is as if man sees something in nature and assigns a god or gods to be the cause of that occurrence, and then Jesus comes and proves that the cause man was looking for the entire time was Jesus himself. This seems like a logical explanation for the origin of Christmas being celebrated on the 25th to me. As the darkness of death was reigning over the Earth through sin and it appeared that God’s wrath had come against us, God sent his son to be the offering for us that met the requirement of sinless before Him, and so we were given new and eternal life.

Conclusion

The purpose of Christmas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ the Savior of the world and the Lord of all. In the image of his birth it is evident that the reason for His first visit to Earth was to die so that the price for sin could be paid and the Way to the Lord God could be opened for those who would have faith and believe that the story of God is true. Even though there is evidence for the claims of the Bible there is still a necessity for faith. Not all things in the Bible can be proven with concrete evidence that can be seen with the naked eye. But then again not all of the claims made by science or any other religion can be either. Whether one believes in the Gospel’s accounts or in the Big Bang there are still going to be gaps where there is no supporting concrete evidence and so faith must fill those gaps. It is true that there is no way of proving here on Earth that Christ is risen and seated at the right hand of God in heaven and so as a Christian we exercise faith. However, let it never be said that the Naturalist who believes that creation can be explained by merely natural properties and was not influenced by a divine being has no faith, but rather let him realize that he cannot prove his hypothesis for creation and so must he too exercise faith if he is to believe that he is right. Let us never buy into this post-modern ideology either that states that truth is relative and so there is no absolute truth. If whatever is true for me states that what is true to you is right as well, then this method of thinking is folly. You and I cannot both be right, it is either one of us is right or neither of us is right. The real truth is that there is only one truth and the Christian believes that God is the author of that one truth and so if one’s view of what is truth does not align accurately with God’s truth in the Bible then that person is wrong.

If you are a Christian and you read this article my hope and prayer for you is that the Spirit of God has used this information to grow you and strengthen your faith. I hope that you can use it the next time you are witnessing to another person and that it will bear some fruit in your life. If you are not a Christian and you read this article my hope and prayer for you that you would know that there is a God who created the universe and that he loves and cares for you more than you can imagine. The story of Christmas would have never existed if God had chosen to keep Christ with him, but instead because he loved us so, God came to Earth to do what we as humans could never do, and then suffer our rejection of him until we killed him. I pray that you know that it is no coincidence that you are reading this today, but that God has drawn you to this article so that you can know that he is reaching out to you wishing that you would step out in faith and accept his gift of salvation.

What Is The Truth Out of the Desert?

2015-12-11T05:06:00.001-06:00

CNN's version: http://edition.cnn.com/2015/12/10/politics/bowe-bergdahl-jason-bourne-serial/index.html?sr=fbcnni121015bowe-bergdahl-jason-bourne-serial1115PMVODtopLink&linkId=1948748

You know I have worked with a lot of Soldiers, I am personally devoted to those who serve. I know they stand between us and the end of our nation everyday holding the line. My husband served 30 years, is a honor graduate of West Point and the Army War College, an Airborne Ranger, Jungle Survival School, whose branch is Infantry. He was awarded the Bronze Star in Afghanistan, and the Legion of Merit. My daughter served 8 years, two sons-in-law... my father, and my grand-father... I have worked with military families, and I love and respect all those who honorably serve, but as in all demographics, there are some who do not serve honorably. I believe that Bergdahl in his youth and immaturity served honorably. I believe after dedicating his life in the exuberance of youth to honorable service, he encountered leadership which was without honor, and out on the battlefield playing their own little movie games. The argument that later that day he was going back to a base where he could have reported his leadership may be true, but, as a Private First Class... no one would have taken any heed to his report. I guarantee you that... My husband once intervened to have a Soldier who had previously served under him, who found himself in a similar situation removed from Afghanistan, after the Soldier reported failed leadership and tried to get the leadership above that failure to act. Instead of action, he was threatened with sexual assault and fratricide, and transferred to the unit whose leadership he had made the report about. I could tell you a hundred such stories... and this man who reported this breech of honor was a Master Sergent. This young man never had any hope of any reports up the chain of command. I think if he had reported, he would not be alive today to stand trial for "his crimes." The United States Army is trying desperately to right its' ship... and as far as the General featured in this news piece... well, the Army has self examined and determined that upper leadership has been at the root of dishonorable acts in the United States Army in recent years. Look at all the generals who have recently been called to accountability. I think the Army should really very carefully evaluate the true state of affairs in Bergdahl's unit, and they have already admitted not all was as it should be... and fess up, then do the right thing. The United States Army recruited and signed up this young man, taught him the Seven Army Values, but emphasized "Loyalty" over honor... They still do.

You Don't Say

2015-12-02T01:37:00.000-06:00

The reputation of the Army is on display everyday. Sometimes bad Soldiers wind up in the spotlight.

http://www.army.mil/article/159082/Online_misconduct_hurts_fellow_Soldiers__Army__NCOs_tell_Dailey/

Some Things Are the Business of Us All

2015-11-25T02:56:00.001-06:00

Women tend to have fewer rights in every country, in some they have no rights at all... this needs to change... this cause needs you to help to create change... If any country is to achieve stability and prosper, the women of that country must equally share in human rights. Violence against women is so common place in many places.... SHARE, SHARE, SHARE... I will be writing for the next 16 days in support of this effort.

http://movingtogermanyfromtexas.blogspot.de/2015/11/support-human-rights-for-women.html

I Have Been Across His Bridge Many Times

2015-11-17T07:06:00.000-06:00

I have often crossed his bridge, never knew who he was...

He was a wise and funny man, gunned down in his prime!

http://russia-insider.com/en/politics/american-democracy-perfectly-explained-70-seconds/ri10721

Contemplating Women

2015-11-04T04:28:00.000-06:00

There is a consuming emphasis in my life right now, a focus, it concerns my own contemplation of women. We are all so very special, each of us is unique, and humanity does not continue without us. We are in fact, and have always been, every bit as important and essential as men. No matter what the country, culture, history, or rights we have held in these categories of the human experience, without us, none of it would have existed or be now.

In all of my travels, as I explore the places we go, the wonders of the architecture, the art, the history, and the beauty of the nature of the area, all these things are of great interest to me. However even more so, I am interested in the people. I wonder about the people who created the surroundings I am visiting, the people who live there now, and what their lives were and are like. Even the beauty of nature in the location I am visiting gives me information, because it was selected in its' location, and that brings questions to my mind. I ask myself, what brought those who first settled this place to here? Who was the first person to make a home in this area; was it a group of people, joining resources and beginning a community? Were they fleeing oppression, exploring and settling new territory, or seeking particular resources for some endeavor; these and more questions run through my mind fueling a search for information.

At times, basic and simple tasks of women can become anguishing in their performance, and they can do so for many reasons. There may be natural disasters, lack of resources, health issues, and sadly, war and oppression which greatly affects all people in the efforts which are required toward the activities of daily living.

As women we also do many other types of things. Women have never been limited only to household artistry, we have always created businesses, ran governments, influenced the decisions of the leadership of all groups, and been the leadership in many instances. Scientists, explorers, artists, musicians, poets, dancers, builders, farmers, politicians, (Angela Merkel is at present one of my personal heroines,) medical professionals, performers, and merchants; we have held every title, achieved success in every area. We have always been entrepreneurs, whether selling baskets we have woven, or building empires as Oprah has done. ( Notice, I don't even have to type her last name.) It has never mattered the station we were born in either. I think of Ester of Old Testament fame, born a slave, made a queen, who then saved a people.

I think of my own namesake from the Old Testament. Deborah was, the Bible says, a prophetess, and she was the only female Judge mentioned in the Old Testament. The following is a narrative of one of the tales of her legend, and it shows the confidence the male leadership of the day in her country held in her.

Judges 4:

Deborah and Barak

4 The Israelites again did what was evil in the sight of the Lord after Ehud had died. ²So the Lord sold them into the hand of Jabin king of Canaan, who reigned in Hazor. The commander of his forces was Sisera who lived in Harosheth of the Nations. ³Then the Israelites cried out to the Lord, because Jabin had 900 iron chariots, and he harshly oppressed them 20 years.

⁴Deborah, a woman who was a prophetess and the wife of Lappidoth, was judging Israel at that time. ⁵It was her custom to sit under the palm tree of Deborah between Ramah and Bethel in the hill country of Ephraim, and the Israelites went up to her for judgment.
⁶She summoned Barak son of Abinoam from Kedesh in Naphtali and said to him, “Hasn’t the Lord, the God of Israel, commanded you: ‘Go, deploy the troops on Mount Tabor, and take with you 10,000 men from the Naphtalites and Zebulunites? ⁷Then I will lure Sisera commander of Jabin’s forces, his chariots, and his army at the Wadi Kishon to fight against you, and I will hand him over to you.’”
⁸Barak said to her, “If you will go with me, I will go. But if you will not go with me, I will not go.”
⁹“I will go with you,” she said, “but you will receive no honor on the road you are about to take, because the Lord will sell Sisera into a woman’s hand.” So Deborah got up and went with Barak to Kedesh. ¹⁰Barak summoned Zebulun and Naphtali to Kedesh; 10,000 men followed him, and Deborah also went with him.
¹¹Now Heber the Kenite had moved away from the Kenites, the sons of Hobab, Moses’ father-in-law, and pitched his tent beside the oak tree of Zaanannim, which was near Kedesh.
¹²It was reported to Sisera that Barak son of Abinoam had gone up Mount Tabor. ¹³Sisera summoned all his 900 iron chariots and all the people who were with him from Harosheth of the Nationsto the Wadi Kishon. ¹⁴Then Deborah said to Barak, “Move on, for this is the day the Lord has handed Sisera over to you. Hasn’t the Lord gone before you?” So Barak came down from Mount Tabor with 10,000 men following him.
¹⁵The Lord threw Sisera, all his charioteers, and all his army into confusion with the sword before Barak. Sisera left his chariot and fled on foot. ¹⁶Barak pursued the chariots and the army as far as Harosheth of the Nations,and the whole army of Sisera fell by the sword; not a single man was left.

I really like that story. Women are just like men in many ways, some women spend the efforts of their lives very honorably and wisely, others do not. There are many great women, many ordinary women, and alas, just like men, many evil women. Women are just as capable of dastardly deeds as men, history plainly tells us so. As I have observed, women seem to as a whole be much better at deception and manipulation, and nothing is more dangerous and destructive as a woman given to such behavior. Just as a good woman can make the man she pledges herself to, so she can destroy him, but to every person comes God's judgment, and He judges the same, for there is never any prejudice in Him, and He knows even the thoughts of every person. In fact when the Bible says, "as a man thinketh," it is referring as well to women.

No person can deny that there is and has for all time been another gender specific burden which some women encounter, and must bear for a lifetime. Even today, women the world over, struggle for equal rights in all areas of their lives. That is just undeniable fact. There is no place in the world where a specific crime is not committed which most often targets women. Sadly whenever a particularly heinous group of radicals of whatever persuasion, rises up in the world, sexual assault of the women of their enemies, is adopted as one of their war strategies. Nothing demoralizes an army or enemy more than the sexual assault of their mothers, sisters, wives, and children. No other crime is more personal, more devastating, or rampant in our world, it has always been so. It occurs against individuals in every country. In the Middle East is is one of the weapons of choice of the group known as ISIS. Good men and women must always stand against this most brutal crime against any individual, for while women are most often the victim, men as well are assaulted. Truthfully, this particular crime has always faced difficulties in prosecution, and this has been the case for so many reasons, the crime often remains hidden, and never knows the cleansing waters of justice, even in our own country.

A single life experience has not been the only reason my focus of contemplation has fallen lately toward women, but rather the experiences of a lifetime, both mine and those of other women I have known. I have known so many great women, whose lives stagger my mind as I consider what they have accomplished, the difficulties they overcame, and sometimes an oppression which engaged their lives and forged them into the beautiful testimony to God which they have become. There has been however, a single young woman of courage and beauty, and not the beauty of her outward appearance alone draws the attention, but the beauty of her heart and devotion to God, which slays my mind as I contemplate her life. Shortly after we arrived in Germany I met her, and God quickly knit our souls together. Some people you meet in life turn out to give you such clarity about why God took your own life down the roads that He did. I will be writing her story, telling of her origins, telling of her family, the friends who have influenced and helped her, and the sorrow which befell her, as well as the dangerous and injurious trap she found herself held by, in a foreign country. The story will inspire you, encourage you, and tell you about the love, compassion, and care that the Living God has for every person, even a gentle "island girl." The story must unfold by the timetable which justice permits, for that is necessary, but each reader will find themselves living her story, and watching the glory and power of God... as they say... "real time!"

The photographic images of this blog post feature photos I took in Italy of clean laundry drying in the sun. I love clean laundry drying in the sun, it is always a good thing, and these images greatly please me!

People of Russia! I Have Urgent Communication for You!

2015-10-06T00:58:00.000-05:00

I took a trip to Russia and Ukraine once, a medical mission, early on after the fall of communism in Russia. What a beautiful and rich land, filled with powerful and strong people... survivors of great oppression. I observed so keenly their strength and courage, their greatest assets. I am praying for them this morning... and I have an urgent plea for them...

Those air strikes being carried out in Syria are the calling cards of an increasingly aggressive Russian government... The Russian people need to wake up, smell the coffee, and take action concerning the leadership which is high jacking their country once again. They need to examine the agendas of the power mongers, realize the effects their goals will have upon the good people of Russia, their children. for generations to come, and rise up against this admittedly dangerous situation. In doing so, they will surely be putting themselves personally at great risk Leadership like this man is wielding... leaves dead bodies in its' wake. Patriots of Mother Russia, rise up, your people need your lives and your fortunes pledged in sacrifice.... Your blood, I am afraid, will be required to depose this man who brings trouble to the whole world. His agenda, though apparent, is much more detailed and planned than the world has knowledge of at this time, and it has evil intent at its' core! He wishes to make once again the people of Russia subjects of their government, not the directors of it.

This has already gone too far for the electoral process of Russia to make a defense against! Our own electoral process isn't the only one in shambles. I have been to Russia... I know you are there, you patriots, lovers of your homeland, you are wonderful people...and I know there is a rising call upon your heart... I know there is doubt, maybe some complicity, as you struggle to provide for families, and enjoy, as you should, your lives. However, I must ask, if not you... then who...? If not now, then when? Do not fail to act before calamity overwhelms your country and its' people once again... I offer this advice in such humility, and from a place of great admiration for each of you personally, and for your great people collectively. Though I am just a humble wife, mother, and grand-mother, even I can see grave precipice before you... please... hear the calling of your true nation... Rise up, and take back her's and her people's destiny!

I recall being at a mass meeting in Russia, and hearing a choir of Russians sing... it was the most mournful and moving sound I have ever heard.... It shook the ground and the air, it moved in power through me, and though I did not understand a word of the music, the meaning, the message, the sorrow of grief and hardship borne so long filled my soul. Take courage, take hold, my heart is with you, and prayers before the Holy God, who loves you so. The reason I went to Russia in the first place, was because I caught just a glimpse of how much the Creator loves you. You are special in His heart, He desires that you not suffer again. He will strengthen you, empower you, and give you endurance beyond what is humanely possible. May His blessings, peace, and confidence reign in your personal lives today, and always. I remember so many of your faces with such love and fondness. Thank you once again for the incredible hospitality, welcome, and true friendship which you so generously and freely offered when I visited your amazing country. I will never forget all you taught me. I will never lose my admiration and respect for your great people.

One of my new favorite quotes on complicity which I picked up in communications with some very skilled and capable people with whom I have association, applies so aptly here...

"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing."
Albert Einstein

I Think Animals Can Sometimes Smell a Person's Soul

2015-10-04T12:41:00.001-05:00

You know, I think a good dog can smell a person's soul... and it makes him know things about his master, mistress, or even a perfect stranger... I think a lot of animals do.

I have been privileged to be friends with a lot of very good animals, and my soul is the better for it.

Navajo Code Talkers Honored at Camp Pendleton

2015-09-29T06:06:00.004-05:00

http://www.nbcsandiego.com/news/local/Navajo-Code-Talkers-Honored-in-Commemoration-Ceremony-329874671.html

More of Those Beautiful Horses in the Yellow Field of Flowers

2015-09-21T13:29:00.000-05:00

Beautiful Portrait of My Father by Judy Green

2015-09-21T08:22:00.004-05:00

Judy Green is a friend of mine from childhood, and she lives in Sweetwater, Texas, where I was born and lived most of my life.

She made this picture of my father with an IPhone after asking him if she could, and could send it to me in Germany. I cried and cried... He is now 86 years old.

That Is Where My Brother Lives

2015-09-21T07:13:00.001-05:00

FAIR WARNING, MEN OF STEEL HAVE READ THESE WORDS AND WEPT...

I have a beautiful new friend. My sweet friend Tracy had told me so much of her, and how she had helped her in every way she could as Tracy went through very difficult times. So when Tracy told me she had fallen very ill, and needed prayer, the Lord God so easily filled my heart with great love for her. I felt like I had known her for ten years or more in a deep friendship. God does that among his people, we will after all spend eternity together, and there will be none among the family of God who is not known and loved by all.

So I began writing emails of encouragement and prayer to Jennifer. She was at first too ill to respond, spending days in the haze of powerful pain killers after extensive surgery. She had advised Tracy that this would be the case, and not to worry if she did not hear from her for awhile. On the day of her surgery I woke in the night with her on my mind. I knew it was God calling me to prayer for her. God's power is released by our prayers. He wants us to make supplication in order that we might understand that His response is one of love toward us.

Not long ago I received my first correspondence from Jennifer. The blessing was mine, she is truly a gifted writer, even in writing a thank you letter to a stranger who God had tapped to pray for her. I find her correspondence so refreshing, and delightful with great insight about life. As I said, she has known great tragedy in her life, and this morning she wrote a "letter," (somehow I cannot think of her words as email,) and toward the end of it she shared a story about two of her children, both no longer living in this world. It touched me so that I asked if I might share it. She gave her consent.

Jennifer lost an infant baby boy to SIDS when he was very young, the following is the story she told me of how she explained his passing to his older brother. At first I was only going to share the part of her "letter" to me which told the story of her young son, but as I highlighted the text, my mouse just covered more and more of her words as I realized the comfort and hope they might hold for others who are experiencing hardship in life. I am usually very selfish with such words of beauty and understanding, keeping my riches for myself, but these words... There is such power in these words...

The words that follow are her own...

Dear Debra,

Hoping my message finds you well and happy!

As I had mentioned, I had the follow-up meeting with the surgeon. The news is a little less good than I had hoped for but I am determined to get through it! And how could I not, when I have kindness, prayers, good thoughts and wishes coming to me - totally unexpected no less.

According to the doctor, based on the pathology reports, the Grade level has been (re-)determined as Grade 3 (not Grade 1), indicating a more aggressive form of cancer. Evidently, it had already moved into the muscle layers surrounding the uterus and into some lymph nodes. The doctor also made me aware that they had removed 38 lymph nodes. The good news is that, at this point they do not suggest chemo therapy, but radiation therapy which is to start on September 29. Prior to that date (9/24), I will have a full body CT scan to ensure that no other growths are apparent or developing. The doctors seem to be of the impression that I have a hereditary form of cancer - they refer to it as "lynch syndrome". Perhaps with your medical experience, you had heard of it? The university research center offers DNA testing, considering circumstances (and fear driven) I decided to take part.

As you can imagine, my emotions run from high to low and although I tend to be optimistic, there are moments of sheer cold fear and all the things I tell myself about life, death and acceptance of all, I do struggle. I read and reread your messages as they remind me again and again to pray and that I am cared about and being prayed for. Meanwhile I keep trying to work on my "bucket list" :-)

One thing that is quite at the top of my list is, that I cross the country (US) at least one more time.. ..Back when, when the world got a little too crazy, I used to put my dogs, their food and water in the back of my car, add on the top carrier with some clothes for myself and drive across country in whatever direction I felt like. What a wonderful feeling!

It reminds me of a little story in my life which I would like to share with you. Many years ago, when my second son (Patrick) passed away of SIDS, I tried to explain what happened to my oldest son (Jerry, the one who died this year). He was only 3 1/2 years old the time. I told Jerry that Patrick had gone to be with God. About a year or so later, during a move 'cross country, we stopped at the Grand Canyon. As we looked out, over the rim into the canyon, I happened to say "that is truly God's country" - to which Jerry said "oh, that's where my little brother Patrick is....!".

I just know that you understand.

Thank you once more for your caring messages, the incredible kindness you extend to me and - your prayers!

Jennifer

What sweet privilege is mine in this friendship... and yes Jennifer, I do understand...

Read This Book, It Will Change Your Life!

2015-09-10T04:16:00.001-05:00

You will laugh, you will cry, you will pray...

There Are Really Only Two Effective Solutions

2015-09-03T02:10:00.000-05:00

My upbringing was a blessing which I now realize so many never have the privilege and favor from God of experiencing. No one could ask for more honorable, loving, and strong parents than I have known. They overcame lack of formal education, childhoods of poverty and want brought on by The Great Depression, and they knew what it was to work as a child at very adult labors. They have gone to bed hungry and cold, but never have I ever had one such experience. Their history of the generosity of their adult lives will never be fully known by anyone, because they have given so much,
to so many, so quietly. After my father retired at age 62, he never really stopped working. He would do electrical, heating and air-conditioning "service calls" for a selected clientele, which he called, "old widow women," disadvantaged families, especially those with small or sick children, for our church, and for the disabled, always at a very minimal charge, and many times he just donated the work and the materials used. Often these "customers" were the widows of World War I or II Veterans. His own mother was the widow of a WWI Veteran, who eventually drew his last breath under the burden of the exposure he had undergone to mustard gas in the battlefields of France. He had never fully recovered, and suffered from Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease for the rest of his life.

It is important for me to mention at this point "The Burn Piles" of Afghanistan, and our many Veterans and Service Members who will suffer until their own deaths, the effects of "The Burn Piles." One of my strongest held convictions is that every American owes a debt which can never fully be paid to the Service Men and Women of this country, and their families, who have stood in the gap for us all. They never make the political decisions which send them away from their families to conduct war on behalf of the United States, but they go where they are sent, and they do what they are commanded, and they pay the price for the protection of our liberty. Never should the benefits and promises made to those who serve be compromised, reduced, withdrawn, denied, or held prisoner by bureaucratic paperwork designed to deny the cost of benefits due, as long as possible, from those who have honorably served. With a heavy heart, I must report personal experience and observation on a mass scale of just that disgrace being perpetrated against those to whom we all owe so much. I will continue to stress that fact in every place where my voice has access, upon every opportunity I have to do so. Further, I make a daily commitment to create opportunities, and I demand daily to communicate to as many people, authorities, politicians, and news media outlets, the facts and evidence of such betrayal of our Veterans and Service Members as I have personal knowledge of.

Such a priceless heritage and privilege is found in the liberty afforded every citizen in this country. Personal potential can be realized in the fertile soil of the precious life giving nourishment of true liberty. There is always discontent in our country in one area or the other, or in many areas, and the expression of that discontent, and the call for change is always protected by our laws and constitution, even when dishonesty and dishonest people attempt to prevail against it. Even though justice is never perfect in America, it is continually sought and striven for.

The quality of the personal liberty of the citizens of our country is exceeded no where else in the world, nor has it in history ever been exceeded by any other government. My birthright, and by that I mean the blessing of the geographical location of my birth being within the United States, is not something which I earned, deserved, or paid for. I never had to go through any process or paperwork, study anything, prove myself, or undergo deep personal investigation... neither, I might add, did Mr. Donald Trump. I have paid however, my own very personal price for the protection of liberty in our country. Though it is not as much as so many family members of those who serve in our military, and comes so short of what Service Members themselves have given, it is one of the things I am most proud of accomplishing under significant duress and personal challenge. I am so grateful for my own experience in sacrifice, because of the realization it has brought to me of the true price of liberty and its' protection. The experience has afforded me a much more accurate knowledge of the depth of sacrifice those who should be our most honored, too often must bear.

Being from a family of proud military service, with much personal experience in what the exact cost of the liberty afforded to the citizens of our country entails, I certainly do not wish the security of our borders, against threats of any nature, to be compromised by any act or failure to act. However, there is a growing sea of humanity, "longing to be free." They are doing so because the lands of their birth are places where tyranny reigns and rules and consequences for even calling for personal liberty are met with a cruelty incomprehensible to the good people of our world who know the privilege and blessing of freedom and liberty. Many of us would really rather turn a blind eye to this knowledge, which after all, is not presently clearly and overtly threatening their own liberty in a tangible, daily manner. A large portion of the world's inhabitants who live in the priceless inheritance of true personal liberty, have never given a thing which could be noted as a personal sacrifice. Many are arrogant and feel a great sense of entitlement to their inheritance, and of no obligation to the rest of the "have nots" of our world. The failure of those who were not born in the United States, or some other country where freedom has been bought and paid for by the blood and sacrifice of their patriots, is viewed by these arrogant people born in entitlement, to be their own hard luck.

The problem with their stance is that the world is a smaller and smaller place every day. The inhabitants of planet earth are now more "connected" than ever before. You and I know more about the daily lives of people living in China, and any other country of the world, than has ever been "knowable" before, and they know more about our lives as well. A swelling sea of people living in unthinkable oppression, now has access to the information which allows them to know what they are missing in their own countries of birth, as well as what the blessings are of those born in the lands of the free.

Many people argue that those living without personal liberty should shed their own blood, and purchase the liberty they desire for themselves in their countries of birth. That is never so easily done as it sounds in rhetoric. Frequently in times in history personal liberty has been obtained by the immigration of the oppressed to a land "of opportunity." Unless you are Native American, that is how your own personal liberty first became the source of the rich inheritance you now possess, and by personal obligation, stand guardian of. That is the reason why politics, which is so very distasteful for most Americans, must be the bitter pill that we all partake of with fierce diligence. It is so much easier to throw up our hands in despair, to bemoan the state of affairs, or worse yet, ignore it. That is why often we are all tempted to ignore our rights to elect our country's leadership. Perhaps we should consider revoking the citizenship of every person of voting age in the country who fails to perform this civic duty... That might wake some of those almost 60 percent of our citizens, who for one reason or another, fail to vote in our country's elections. The surest threat to our inheritance is apathy.

As those of us who live in countries where liberty is embraced are coming to understand more fully, the activities of criminals and tyrants will eventually affect those of us living in liberty. This happens because they are determined, and willing to sacrifice themselves, and all others who oppose them, or in any way stand between them and their goals. The oppressed have an even clearer understanding of these facts and for them, fleeing to the lands of the free is not optional, it is imperative, and a matter of living or dying.

Now presents itself a true problem to the people who live in the lands of the free. I see it as a two option problem, either we must make provision for those who are coming by the hundreds of thousands, or... criminals and tyrants must be brought down, and countries must be occupied until effective governments can be established in those countries. Only this action has hope of stemming the flood of humanity longing to be free. Either of these two options bears great costs, and sobering long term obligations.

OK, This One Just Begs to be Shared...

2015-08-12T16:04:00.000-05:00

OK.... this one just begs to be shared... Seems the Curiosity Rover from NASA which is currently roving Mars, took pictures of a woman, with her vehicle, and dwelling. That is what a FOX channel is reporting anyway. One guy posted, "I knew women were from Mars..." I couldn't resist after that! Just had to run with is... There isn't much on TV in Germany, I have already finished the good book I was reading, and Randy is out of town... so inane comments on a woman on Mars is what I a doing for entertainment this evening. Be sure and catch my comments, and no, I don't drink

http://fox6now.com/2015/08/07/mysterious-woman-shaped-figure-captured-on-mars-by-nasas-curiosity-rover/#comment-1033583.

One of Donald Trump's Earliest Campaign Speeches

2015-08-12T03:12:00.000-05:00

As you may have noticed when Donald Trump makes a campaign speech,

or participates in debates, he can get a little over excited and rant a bit.

Thing is, he really has made great strides since
he first started long years ago...

One thing he says that is difficult to understand is
"I'm not so excited!"

Evidently he has heard his parents say on multiple occasions,
"You don't have to get so excited!"

Magic Jack Calls and a Dangerous Threat

2015-08-11T11:34:00.002-05:00

My husband is in Iraq for short time, and as always happens any time that he is away, I miss him until my chest literally aches. As he served in the United States Army, and now serves with the State Department however, there are sacrifices that must be made. Part of what has helped me so much has been the love and devotion of various pets, especially two dogs, Ginger and Chance. They always miss Randy when he is gone as much as I do. Ginger was part of this world for almost 18 years, and she faithfully loved us every day she was part of our family. Thank goodness Randy had already bought Chance for me on Valentine's Day the summer before we had to put Ginger down, I need a loyal friend who shares the burden of Randy's absences with me each time he is away.

Each evening I can call and talk with Randy for mere pennies while he is away, as we invested in a Magic Jack telephone device before we moved to Germany. By the way, I highly recommend Magic Jack, in fact I don't know what I would do without ours. I have to hear the voices of my children and grand-children often, and that little Magic Jack device makes it possible at a yearly fee that is less than I used to spend for a single month of land line service in the States. The only draw back for me in living in Europe is my family being so far away. I have to talk to them often, in fact every day I call at least one family member. Of course the ability to speak with my husband daily while he is in far away places, all of them dangerous, is such a blessing, and I really need that little daily sweet time of communication, evidently our dog Chance does too!

On this current trip Randy is on, I had a bit of

computer trouble, and could not get through to Randy for about four days, and I had to rely on email communication. Chance had been missing Randy for a few days already by the time I got the problem resolved and got through to him the first time. To use Magic Jack, I have to use my computer and have it on speaker phone. It is so clear, it sounds like Randy is in the room. It took Chance a few moments to realize , sure enough, that was Randy's voice coming from somewhere. At first he ran to the front door barking, then back to me, he ran out the back door which was open, barking as he ran all the way to the back fence before circling back into the house. He again came and stood in front of me barking loudly, and by then I was annoyed as I could not hear Randy for the racket. Chance next bounded up the stairs to the bedroom barking the whole way. Then it dawned on me that Chance thought Randy was home, and I laughed and told Randy about it. Randy then called out, "Pig, Pig, Pig!" There was joy in Mudville!

We had pot bellied pigs in our little petting zoo at the ranch, and for some reason, those pigs held great animosity toward Chance, and he towards them. There is no love lost between Shelties and pigs. Our little dog doesn't chase a ball, chew, dig, fetch, or play any dog games at all, except for Pig, Pig, Pig. Randy found this good sized rubber dog toy shaped like a pig which squeaks loudly on a shopping trip, and against my advice he bought it for Chance. He thought maybe Chance would enjoy it. The reaction from our sweet and overly friendly little dog was over the top! He despises that pig, and feels it is the number one threat to world order, and his gentle and loving personality turns from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde, at the mere sight of the toy pig. Where ever he is in the house or yard, when Randy squeezes that pig, no matter how softly, Chance comes charging to bark, growl, jump, and attack like we are all going to die if he doesn't do something right now! In an instant, he transforms from a little dainty Sheltie, to a rabid pit bull on steroids, and he loves it! So does Randy!

This thing would scare anybody, don't you think?

Every night right before bed, Randy plays the version of the game Chance so loves when we go upstairs to bed. It is hysterical to watch! In fact, since we go to bed fairly early, at about 9:30, if we stay up a bit later, Chance starts begging. First he goes to Randy, whines and bows. By that I mean, he stretches his front paws forward, and bows the front of his body down. According to the "dog language experts, this can be interpreted as, "I want to play with you."

If Randy won't listen, he comes to me, repeats the behavior, and needless to say, this begins to interrupt whatever activity we are finishing up. When we ask him what he wants, his face zeros in on Randy, he freezes, stops barking, and listens as we ask, "Do you want a drink of water?" He remains frozen. One of us will then ask, "Are you hungry?" He remains frozen. "Do you want to go outside?" Frozen. "Are you ready for bed?" The happy dance begins, accompanied by vocal rejoicing!

We go upstairs, get ready for bed, brushing teeth, etc... Then we take the nice bedspread and all our "extra bed pillows men hate" slowly off the bed, and turn back the covers... By then, Chance's whole body is quivering... and he bounds onto the bed. The pig is always kept under Randy's pillow, and Chance is well aware of this. If Randy tries to just turn over and go to sleep, Chance isn't having it! The game must be played! Randy loves pretending he isn't going to play the game. Chance lays his chin on Randy's shoulder, staring intently with his big, brown, lovely eyes, waiting. If he has to wait too long, he comes to me, whining, and begging for me to make Randy play...

When Randy finally stops teasing, the game begins. Randy hides the pig under the covers, and makes the pig move under the covers toward Chance... Anyone observing would think Chance is capable of chewing a leg off, as he chases the covered pig moving under the covers.

Randy has very quick reflexes, and he will suddenly pull the pig from under the covers and make it "bite" Chance in the rear. Several other quick maneuvers bring delight to the game. This causes Chance to all but loose it! And so the play and laughter goes for about ten minutes, until at last I am the one who must declare Chance the winner by throwing the pig off the bed, and declaring, "You got that pig again Chance, thank goodness we can now sleep safe and sound. Then Chance is praised, petted, and hugged... his joy is complete!

Each night now when it gets about time for me to call Randy, Chance comet to me, and begins encouraging me to hurry up and call. He now climbs in my lap, tries to "paw the computer," and when he hears Randy's voice, he is filled with joy and excitement! As anyone who has a dog realizes, these wonderful creatures make such good life friends, and make life richer. My husband's jobs always carry a great deal of responsibility, but he never seems to suffer from stress. When he works, he works, and his focus is unbreakable. On the other hand, when he plays, he plays, and a good game of Pig, Pig, Pig, well played, melts the stress of everyone's day. Chance climbs from the bed, lays down on the floor, and falls to sleep immediately. God brings blessings and comforts to those who take the time and love to form a relationship with whatever animals are brought their way in life. Think I'll go make Chance a scrambled egg.

It is Sunday Morning in Germany, and I am a Woman of Prayer

2015-08-09T00:19:00.001-05:00

It is almost 6am this beautiful Sunday morning in Germany, and I woke up knowing that the Living God loves me, and that in Him I live and move and have my being. I love Sundays, we have a wonderful church in Weisbaden, and I will go there this morning for Sunday School, the morning worship service, and a working lunch on the direction of our Sunday School. This is an exciting time of growth, and I thank God as I think of the blessings of today that are mine through the church God led us to in Germany. I am anxious to be on my way to church, it is a two hour trip for me. It won't be as enjoyable as it would be if Randy were here, and traveling with me as I make my way. Randy is out of town with his job, and his laughter, always happy heart, and sense of adventure concerning every minute of life, won't be directly at my side, but in my heart and mind as I go through the day.

As is my habit, this time of day is a time of prayer for me. Always my beloved husband, his life, his work, his health, his safety, and his growth in his relationship with the Lord God is among my first petitions. My daughters this morning all have needs, my oldest injured her arm while working out last week, and she and my awesome son-in-law John have moved to a new place, and there are challenges when a family moves. My daughter Meredith has a new endeavor in her life. She has always been an artist, all my daughters have. That is an inheritance from my father's side of the family. I love all things creative, and encouraged my children as they were growing up to let the creativity of their minds find outlets of expression. Art is a communication form, and Merrie, as we have always called he,r has found a new form of expressing the uniqueness of who she is. I love the whimsical beauty of what she is creating, the rick jewel tone colors, and the design of each piece. I have been asking God's blessing on this new work as she has set up a wonderful online shop to sell her work. My fearless daughter Beth is expecting her third child, his name is Luke, and there is a difficulty in the pregnancy, so prayers rise from my heart for her family, especially Luke. Micah and Misty, my daughter-in-laws are young mothers, and I ask the Lord God to bless them both, draw them always to a deeper relationship with him, and to meet the needs of their lives.

My twin sons John and Jared are in the prime of their lives. I am praying for strength, wisdom, courage, and a deepening of the relationship with God made possible in Christ Jesus. Their roles as fathers and husbands, I know must be first grounded and rooted in their love of God, and in a walk with Him. I pray for each of my sons-in-law as well, Andrew, Amie's John, and for Robert and Jamie too. My son Brian, whom God has called to the ministry always is in my prayers as he continues his education in Dallas, and my beautiful daughter Rebecca, and her life in Alabama with Andrew.

My grand-children are as the Bible says, are glory to my soul. Proverbs 17:6 comes to my mind, "Grandchildren are the crown of the elderly, and the pride of sons is their fathers." I could never have imagined what my heart would feel about my grand-children... such love, such devotion, and today, as always, I have such a longing to see them all. I miss them, and if I had my way, all of our children and their families would be required to live at the ranch with us, and I would see them all every day. One day, Eternity will come, and my prayers turn to each of their relationships with the Lord God, and my role as mother, mother-in-law, and grandmother. I ask the Lord God to make me all that I should be in each of those roles, that I know, stands as the greatest of my purpose in life.

Of course my role of wife to Randy is the call that is strongest upon my life, but I am a daughter too, and my own sweet parents whom I love more every day cross my mind and I ask for the needs of their lives to be met. The richest blessings of my life came to me through them. I have never seen them wander even an inch from their walk with the Lord God, and I know what a rare blessing know what a rare blessing that is, and I thank God for that gift.

Then I pray for those God brings to my heart in our church, what sweet and wonderful friends God has given us there. I ask for God's blessing on our pastor, Nick Howard, his wife Susan, and their son who is back in the States living and working. As Brother Nick opens the word of God this morning before our congregation, I ask for God's the anointing of the Holy Spirit upon him as he is used to bring God message to our congregation today. The names and faces of those who have requested prayer among our church family come to my mind, and I lift those requests again to the Father as I look forward to hearing the witness of how God has met their needs this week.

My life is full like a basket overflowing, with blessings running over, and those around the world who live in difficult and trying times flood my mind and heart with earnest desire for relief from their suffering, and I ask the Father to be with them, to strengthen them, to encourage them, and to fill their minds with the knowledge and assurance that no matter what, He is with them, and will see them through.

My beautiful little Sunday School class, and the excitement and joy with which I look forward to meeting with each of them this morning fills my heart and I thank God for this honor and privilege. I look forward to teaching them all week long. Each of their faces, which are always smiling comes to my mind, and anticipation fills me. I have the small gift which I have for the birthday of one of the little girls is ready in my back pack. I recall each request for prayer from their children's hearts, and lift those petitions too.

I ask God to search my heart, show me anything that is displeasing there, that I can overcome and discard anything which stands between my Lord and I. The calling of my own life, the work that I need to do to complete God's purpose for my life stands before me today in different tasks, appointments, and gatherings. I ask God's direction and help for each moment of this day, that at its end I may be found to have used every minute according to God's will and purpose.

Now I must get ready, and make the trip. God is good, and His love endures forever. Prayer is the sweetest time of the day early on Sunday morning in Germany. This song has always been a favorite of mine.

Donald Trump is No Ronald Reagan

2015-08-08T11:15:00.002-05:00

The quotes from the presidential debates that Donald Trump will be remembered for are such a sad leagacy... His quips should embarrass him, I don't think they do...

Now Ronald Reagan, he could make a quip...

The Chain of Command As You Have Never Seen it Before...

2015-08-05T07:35:00.005-05:00