Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Hurricane Isaac

English: Hurricane Isaac
English: Hurricane Isaac (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I am currently in Baton Rouge, LA waiting on the arrival of Hurricane Isaac. No one is sure of the damage that will be left in its wake. I am hoping and praying for the best, but preparing for the worst. There will be no more post here until after the storm has passed.

All is good here were I am. Praise the Lord, my lights never went off for more than 3 hours. The power crew was excellent at getting them back on. The lights did go off 3 different times.

I am sad that so many people are without power. There are many people that are still dealing with the flood waters. Please, keep the people in your prayers.
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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

True love

How much did Jesus love us? He must have loved us more than any human on earth has ever loved another human. Recently I was hit with a karate chop to my upper back. I was only hit one time, but it has hurt for three days straight. The pain has lessened and it has become more intense. At its most intense, I have tears in my eyes. Jesus received at lest 39 stripes with a scourge.  According to the site Bible History Online, “The Roman scourge, also called the "flagrum" or "flagellum" was a short whip made of two or three leather (ox-hide) thongs or ropes connected to a handle as in the sketch above. The leather thongs were knotted with a number of small pieces of metal, usually zinc and iron, attached at various intervals.” He could have stopped the Romans from hitting him. Instead, he thought of you and me. He took those stripes so we could be healed. Isaiah prophesied that Jesus would be “…wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all." (Isaiah 53:5-6).
Then Jesus suffered even more as he was nailed to a wooden cross to die for our sins. He had not done anything worthy of death, yet he took a beaten and then died for us. Though his death and resurrection we can have everlasting life. The writer of Proverbs was referring to Jesus when he said, “…there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother” (Proverbs 18:24b). Only someone who loves you enough to be beat so for your healing will stay closer than a brother.



Saturday, August 18, 2012

Missing Child

It started out as a normal afternoon for Jennifer. As usual, she had walked over to a neighboring apartment to tutor a boy in reading. After the lesson was over, Gab had asked to play with her son Levi. Therefore, Gab, Alex, and Levi went outside to play. Gab and Alex’s grandfather sat outside to watch them because their mother was busy. Jennifer stood and watched all three boys, but mostly her son, Levi. Levi is big for his age; however, he is only 2 years old.

Jennifer saw a car pull into a parking place. She noticed that 2 or 3 children got out of the car. Then she went back to watching the three boys. After a few minutes, it was time for Jennifer to walk back and start cooking supper. Alex and Gab were sad. Alex started following Jennifer and Levi on his scooter. Another boy was outside riding his scooter also. Let’s call him Joe. Joe started trying to play with Alex. Alex’s brother followed after him. Their grandfather followed both of the boys.

Joe and Alex decided to race on their scooters. However, they went a different way back around the apartment building.  Because of this, Jennifer decided to let Levi ride his bike around the apartment building to make sure that Alex made it back home. Gab had already started walking back to his grandfather. Therefore, Jennifer yelled to him, Alex went the other way. Then she started after Alex. When Alex got to the corner, his mother was waiting on him.

As Jennifer and Levi were heading home, Joe started trying to play with Levi. Jennifer told him that Levi had to go inside because she needed to cook supper. When Jennifer got back to her apartment, she told Levi to say bye, bye to Joe. Joe then said, “I am going to go and get my bike.” Jennifer and Levi went inside.

A few minutes later Joe was back with his bike and knocking at the door. Jennifer went to the door to see who was there. As she tried to explain that Levi could not go outside and play, Joe came inside. He then started playing with the toys in the living room. Jennifer then started trying to explain to Joe that he could not just come inside and play. Joe is only about 6 years old. Jennifer asks Joe where his mother is. He simply ignores her.

Jennifer’s mother, Kay, lives with her. Therefore, Jennifer goes and gets her. Both Kay and Jennifer start trying to find out where Joe lives. They both ask him many questions including his name, where he lives, and where his mother lives. He does not answer. Jennifer gets Joe to go back outside. However, before she can get back inside, he goes back in.  Kay calls, Ms Connie, the apartment manger. Ms Connie asks Joe the same questions. Finally, he tells Ms Connie his last name. Ms Connie looks and discovers that only one apartment has that last name. She calls, but they are not missing a child. The child has now been inside Jennifer’s apartment for 30 minutes. Ms Connie tells Kay to call 9-1-1.

Kay calls 9-1-1. She explains the situation. They inform her that there are no missing children in the area. Kay explains to them that the boy must be missing and either way someone needs to come and get his little boy. About 30 minutes later a police officer knocks on the door. Jennifer goes outside and explains to him what has happened. He then comes inside and asks the boy, “Where are your parents?” The boy says, “Right here” while pointing to his pants. Jennifer tries not to laugh. The police officer then says, “Not your pants, your parents. Where are your mom and dad?” The boy says that he does not have a dad. Therefore, the police officer continues by asking, “Where is your mom?” The boy finally indicates that she is over in one of the other apartments. The police officer tells the boy, “Let’s take a walk and go see her.” The boy takes the police officer right to her. After taking the boy home, the police officer comes back to Jennifer’s apartment. He asks a couple of clarifying questions and leaves.

A few minutes later the boy and his mother come. The boy’s mother is angry because the police was called. She explains that the boy was not missing. The babysitter was sitting on the steps. Kay asks, “But where was your child?” This only makes the mother angrier. However, she leaves with the boy. About 15 minutes later the boy is back. This time he is standing at the corner of the building. He watches as Jennifer moves one of Levi’s toys inside.

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Friday, August 17, 2012

Dad are Special

No two dads are the same,
But everyone is special in his own way.
Some dads may stay and play,
While others have to go away to work.
The only thing remains the same,
All dads love their children.
Father’s day is the perfect time 
To reconnect with your dad,
And plan a time to play. 

Too Many Shootings

This year we have seen many gunmen opening fire in public places. I am being to wonder if the warmer temperate has caused people to loose their mind. First, there was the mall shooting. Then a shooter opened fire in a cinema. About a month later, a shooter went into a place of worship and killed people. Now in Texas a university has been shot up. This is getting to be ridiculous. Everyone needs to just take a few moments and duck his or her heads under a cold shower.

The other day I was talking to my dad about all the resent shootings. Because he is a truck driver, he travels all of the continual United States. I told him to stay out of crowded places. The one thing that all of the shootings have in common is all of them were public places with a good many people. He agreed.

I have been praying for the victims of these horrific acts of violence. I believe that something needs to be done to prevent violent acts like this. At the same time, I am not sure that anything could be done without inadvertently taking away from the freedom that we have here in America. Gun control is a great idea, but obviously it is difficult achieve. Many people in my family own guns. They like to go hunting. This is a great way to cut a grocery bill in half. I personally do not have the heart to shoot anything, but a normally pay my dad to go get me a couple of deer every year. I said all of that to say, from what I have heard on television, the gunmen had about three times more ammunition than any member of my family would use in one year. Therefore, I believe that ammunition control may be a better way to prevent some of these violent acts.

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