So, the other day my truck broke. No big deal other than I am using our car to go to work. That is not that bad either seeing that I am closing shop here and I won't have the awkwardness of pulling up to a customers house in a 1998 Buick Regal. Nothing instills confidence in your general contractor like him pulling up in a car.
My truck goes in the shop on Thursday. My van is disabled and going to be sold on Monday. Our computer crashed for the last time, but that is ok, the library is a couple of blocks away, and I have a smart phone.(Now if the owner of the smart phone were smart enough to use it) My laptop is about to give up the ghost, and our can opener is junk.
All of this would make most people think I am cursed. Yet upon further investigation I can sum it up with: Old stuff breaks.
My truck is nine years old and has 125,000 miles on it.
My van is a 1980 E150.
My computer is six years old.
My laptop is just as old.
My can opener came from Dollar General.
So let me rephrase that: Old stuff and crap breaks. It is a curse to be sure. It is the same curse that we are all under. Beating our heads whenever something fails is not only senseless, it's stupid. Ain't no Charlie Brown woe is me going on here. I will just wade through the muck and mire to come out victorious, praising God.
Time out-let's get something clear
I speak-more truth than you want to hear
Scapegoat-to cover up your fear, you can't bring me
You ain't-never seen so much might
Fight for-what I know is right
What up-you got yourself a fight, you can't bring me
Stand up-we'll all sing along
Together-ain't nothin' as strong
Won't quit-we ain't in the wrong, you can't bring me
You...can't...bring...me...down!
Bring me down-you can't bring me down!
Bring me down-you can't bring me down, no!
Bring me down-you can't bring me down!
Bring me down-you can't bring me
down, you can't bring me down!
S.T. You Can't Bring Me Down
Friday, July 25, 2008
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
I like Mike.. Mitt's a loon, and I can prove it
It appears that Mike Huckabee is taking a heat round for his comments about Mormonism. You can read the story here. I fully agree with Mike in that they, (the Mormons) are a huge flippin' cult. Any religion that makes you wear funny undergarments, and doesn't believe that the Bible is the final authority is a cult.
Over the years we have had our fair share of nut cases coming to our door in pairs with their backpacks and squeaky clean dress, trying to sell us a bill of goods that will literally burn in Hell. They have stopped coming by. I think that they have our picture on the wall of those who will try and turn you away from us. I miss the company. I really like hitting a brick wall in conversation. I equally enjoy asking the hard questions that make them squirm in their funny underwear. In all seriousness though, I like planting the seed of truth.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have anything other than the fact that they are wrong, against the Mormons. Back in the day I was known to watch the Donnie and Marie show. I just can't take a grown man seriously when I know that he is wearing his special underwear.
Now, before it gets out, I would like to admit to having a pair of special underwear. The reason they are special to me is that my children bought them for me. They are a pair of boxers with a tool belt and tools printed on them. Along the waistband there is "Mr. Fixit" written in white letters on a black background. The only time I wear them happens when I have absolutely no others clean.
Somehow it's not the same...
Over the years we have had our fair share of nut cases coming to our door in pairs with their backpacks and squeaky clean dress, trying to sell us a bill of goods that will literally burn in Hell. They have stopped coming by. I think that they have our picture on the wall of those who will try and turn you away from us. I miss the company. I really like hitting a brick wall in conversation. I equally enjoy asking the hard questions that make them squirm in their funny underwear. In all seriousness though, I like planting the seed of truth.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have anything other than the fact that they are wrong, against the Mormons. Back in the day I was known to watch the Donnie and Marie show. I just can't take a grown man seriously when I know that he is wearing his special underwear.
Now, before it gets out, I would like to admit to having a pair of special underwear. The reason they are special to me is that my children bought them for me. They are a pair of boxers with a tool belt and tools printed on them. Along the waistband there is "Mr. Fixit" written in white letters on a black background. The only time I wear them happens when I have absolutely no others clean.
Somehow it's not the same...
I like Mike.. Mitt's a loon, and I can prove it
It appears that Mike Huckabee is taking a heat round for his comments about Mormonism. You can read the story here. I fully agree with Mike in that they, (the Mormons) are a huge flippin' cult. Any religion that makes you wear funny undergarments, and doesn't believe that the Bible is the final authority is a cult.
Over the years we have had our fair share of nut cases coming to our door in pairs with their backpacks and squeaky clean dress, trying to sell us a bill of goods that will literally burn in Hell. They have stopped coming by. I think that they have our picture on the wall of those who will try and turn you away from us. I miss the company. I really like hitting a brick wall in conversation. I equally enjoy asking the hard questions that make them squirm in their funny underwear. In all seriousness though, I like planting the seed of truth.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have anything other than the fact that they are wrong, against the Mormons. Back in the day I was known to watch the Donnie and Marie show. I just can't take a grown man seriously when I know that he is wearing his special underwear.
Now, before it gets out, I would like to admit to having a pair of special underwear. The reason they are special to me is that my children bought them for me. They are a pair of boxers with a tool belt and tools printed on them. Along the waistband there is "Mr. Fixit" written in white letters on a black background. The only time I wear them happens when I have absolutely no others clean.
Somehow it's not the same...
Over the years we have had our fair share of nut cases coming to our door in pairs with their backpacks and squeaky clean dress, trying to sell us a bill of goods that will literally burn in Hell. They have stopped coming by. I think that they have our picture on the wall of those who will try and turn you away from us. I miss the company. I really like hitting a brick wall in conversation. I equally enjoy asking the hard questions that make them squirm in their funny underwear. In all seriousness though, I like planting the seed of truth.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't have anything other than the fact that they are wrong, against the Mormons. Back in the day I was known to watch the Donnie and Marie show. I just can't take a grown man seriously when I know that he is wearing his special underwear.
Now, before it gets out, I would like to admit to having a pair of special underwear. The reason they are special to me is that my children bought them for me. They are a pair of boxers with a tool belt and tools printed on them. Along the waistband there is "Mr. Fixit" written in white letters on a black background. The only time I wear them happens when I have absolutely no others clean.
Somehow it's not the same...
Monday, September 17, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Royal Order of the Lamb's Ear (or, What Kids Do Without TV)
Some time ago we made a decision to have only one TV. We also decided to never again buy cable or satellite service. Since we decided to make such a drastic lifestyle change (how does TV become a lifestyle?) we figured that we should go all the way and have the smallest TV we could all watch without getting headaches. We opted for a 13 inch TV/ VCR combo that my dad bought the kids when he lived with us. Dad loved TV and really thought that everyone should as well.
Now, when you make such decisions you must also limit the use of it. That part is easy to do around these here parts. You should consider yourself blessed(?) if you can get a good signal from one of five stations (2 of which are PBS. hee hee). It becomes a case of why bother, when sitting down to watch a show. You will find yourself getting up a few times to adjust the antenna. This aggravates kids as well, so they will invariably end up doing one of 2 things.
1. Beat the tar out of each other.
2. make stuff with common building materials and your neighbor's plants.
After Mom sends them outside for #1, they are left to their own devices, and Dad's shed of stuff.
For the last week I have come home to various forms of unique weapons of no destruction sitting on my back patio. One particularly ingenious item is the shield that Noah has been sporting for the last couple of days. It is made from cardboard, packing tape, duct tape and our neighbor's lamb's ear plant.
When I asked Noah about the plant on his shield he told me that it was for his new club. "What club is that?" I ask.
"The Royal Order of the Lamb's Ear."
Should have known.
Hunting Dragons (no doubt)
Lamb's Ear Plunder
Now, when you make such decisions you must also limit the use of it. That part is easy to do around these here parts. You should consider yourself blessed(?) if you can get a good signal from one of five stations (2 of which are PBS. hee hee). It becomes a case of why bother, when sitting down to watch a show. You will find yourself getting up a few times to adjust the antenna. This aggravates kids as well, so they will invariably end up doing one of 2 things.
1. Beat the tar out of each other.
2. make stuff with common building materials and your neighbor's plants.
After Mom sends them outside for #1, they are left to their own devices, and Dad's shed of stuff.
For the last week I have come home to various forms of unique weapons of no destruction sitting on my back patio. One particularly ingenious item is the shield that Noah has been sporting for the last couple of days. It is made from cardboard, packing tape, duct tape and our neighbor's lamb's ear plant.
When I asked Noah about the plant on his shield he told me that it was for his new club. "What club is that?" I ask.
"The Royal Order of the Lamb's Ear."
Should have known.
2 Valiant Warriors
Hunting Dragons (no doubt)
Lamb's Ear Plunder
Royal Order of the Lamb's Ear (or, What Kids Do Without TV)
Some time ago we made a decision to have only one TV. We also decided to never again buy cable or satellite service. Since we decided to make such a drastic lifestyle change (how does TV become a lifestyle?) we figured that we should go all the way and have the smallest TV we could all watch without getting headaches. We opted for a 13 inch TV/ VCR combo that my dad bought the kids when he lived with us. Dad loved TV and really thought that everyone should as well.
Now, when you make such decisions you must also limit the use of it. That part is easy to do around these here parts. You should consider yourself blessed(?) if you can get a good signal from one of five stations (2 of which are PBS. hee hee). It becomes a case of why bother, when sitting down to watch a show. You will find yourself getting up a few times to adjust the antenna. This aggravates kids as well, so they will invariably end up doing one of 2 things.
1. Beat the tar out of each other.
2. make stuff with common building materials and your neighbor's plants.
After Mom sends them outside for #1, they are left to their own devices, and Dad's shed of stuff.
For the last week I have come home to various forms of unique weapons of no destruction sitting on my back patio. One particularly ingenious item is the shield that Noah has been sporting for the last couple of days. It is made from cardboard, packing tape, duct tape and our neighbor's lamb's ear plant.
When I asked Noah about the plant on his shield he told me that it was for his new club. "What club is that?" I ask.
"The Royal Order of the Lamb's Ear."
Should have known.
Hunting Dragons (no doubt)
Lamb's Ear Plunder
Now, when you make such decisions you must also limit the use of it. That part is easy to do around these here parts. You should consider yourself blessed(?) if you can get a good signal from one of five stations (2 of which are PBS. hee hee). It becomes a case of why bother, when sitting down to watch a show. You will find yourself getting up a few times to adjust the antenna. This aggravates kids as well, so they will invariably end up doing one of 2 things.
1. Beat the tar out of each other.
2. make stuff with common building materials and your neighbor's plants.
After Mom sends them outside for #1, they are left to their own devices, and Dad's shed of stuff.
For the last week I have come home to various forms of unique weapons of no destruction sitting on my back patio. One particularly ingenious item is the shield that Noah has been sporting for the last couple of days. It is made from cardboard, packing tape, duct tape and our neighbor's lamb's ear plant.
When I asked Noah about the plant on his shield he told me that it was for his new club. "What club is that?" I ask.
"The Royal Order of the Lamb's Ear."
Should have known.
2 Valiant Warriors
Hunting Dragons (no doubt)
Lamb's Ear Plunder
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Strange Bedfellows
Official: $20 billion arms sale to Saudis in the works. Read the rest of the story.
Can anyone show me the logic in this?
Strange Bedfellows
Official: $20 billion arms sale to Saudis in the works. Read the rest of the story.
Can anyone show me the logic in this?
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Legislated Morality
With the recent passing of Jerry Falwell, I find myself thinking about the state of our country and how far we have fallen into sin. I agree with the Moral Majority (and the Moral Majority Coalition) in saying that America has turned from God. However, that is where we part ways. More and more I find myself seeing the futility of trying to legislate morality. We cannot tell people how to live. When we do we come of as arrogant wind bags who come off as caring less, and showing a tainted picture of Christ to those perishing.
I do believe that we can voice our opinion. Although we also need to seek God, and not political leaders. Only God can change the hearts of those in leadership, and ultimately, everybody else. The answer is fasting and prayer. Our lobby is with God.
In the next week we will be starting a 40 day fast which will culminate in a massive gathering of intercessors in Nashville. The Call. It is my prayer that millions of Christians will stop trying to get the attention of politicians, and petition the Lord.
This is a call to action!
I do believe that we can voice our opinion. Although we also need to seek God, and not political leaders. Only God can change the hearts of those in leadership, and ultimately, everybody else. The answer is fasting and prayer. Our lobby is with God.
In the next week we will be starting a 40 day fast which will culminate in a massive gathering of intercessors in Nashville. The Call. It is my prayer that millions of Christians will stop trying to get the attention of politicians, and petition the Lord.
This is a call to action!
Monday, May 15, 2006
Josiah went to the Thill's house a few days ago. When he came back he had this really cool sword made from old pallets. This thing has splinters and tetnus written all over it. I am going to make a dumpster deposit as I leave in the morning. He and his friends get an A for creativity, and a C+ in health.
There was a picture here of a blue betta. I had to remove it because apparently there was a copyright infringement of some sort. Sorry to those who have the copyright. It really is a nice picture though.
Fish Update:Myah and I went to Petco to get a fish. I must have had dolt written accross my forehead because no sooner had I asked the sales associate to get a fish I was bombarded with questions like, "what kind of tank do you have?", "Sir, what kind of commitment are you willing to make?". I told the guy about our Oscar fiasco the day before and, after laughing, he showed me to the Beta fish. I remebered that Chastity had a Beta while we were dating that she had neglected. I had no idea there was a fish in the bowl because the water had not been changed in 100 years or so. Sewage treatment plants have better water clarity than that bowl did. So, a Beta it is. This thing should live for a few decades. Not even the Scott family can kill this thing.
Some Beta facts:
They are sometimes refered to as Japanese Fighting Fish. I am guessing this is the Japanese equivalent of a cock fight. The males look like some kind of Bantum rooster. Don't ask how I know what a Bantum rooster looks like.
Betas don't like to look at themselves in the mirror. This makes it economical to train them for the big fight, not that I am going to hit the circuit or anything like that.
I found out that you can buy special Beta tanks that have dividers. There is a special tinted insert to keep the fiesty little filet o' fishys from going at it.When you pull out the tinted divider it's Beta time.
All we have is a fish bowl, and I don't think that Myah has any aspirations toward fish fighting glory. I don't have the energy to become the Don King of the aquatic world. I'll be good to feed it.
Josiah went to the Thill's house a few days ago. When he came back he had this really cool sword made from old pallets. This thing has splinters and tetnus written all over it. I am going to make a dumpster deposit as I leave in the morning. He and his friends get an A for creativity, and a C+ in health.
There was a picture here of a blue betta. I had to remove it because apparently there was a copyright infringement of some sort. Sorry to those who have the copyright. It really is a nice picture though.
Fish Update:Myah and I went to Petco to get a fish. I must have had dolt written accross my forehead because no sooner had I asked the sales associate to get a fish I was bombarded with questions like, "what kind of tank do you have?", "Sir, what kind of commitment are you willing to make?". I told the guy about our Oscar fiasco the day before and, after laughing, he showed me to the Beta fish. I remebered that Chastity had a Beta while we were dating that she had neglected. I had no idea there was a fish in the bowl because the water had not been changed in 100 years or so. Sewage treatment plants have better water clarity than that bowl did. So, a Beta it is. This thing should live for a few decades. Not even the Scott family can kill this thing.
Some Beta facts:
They are sometimes refered to as Japanese Fighting Fish. I am guessing this is the Japanese equivalent of a cock fight. The males look like some kind of Bantum rooster. Don't ask how I know what a Bantum rooster looks like.
Betas don't like to look at themselves in the mirror. This makes it economical to train them for the big fight, not that I am going to hit the circuit or anything like that.
I found out that you can buy special Beta tanks that have dividers. There is a special tinted insert to keep the fiesty little filet o' fishys from going at it.When you pull out the tinted divider it's Beta time.
All we have is a fish bowl, and I don't think that Myah has any aspirations toward fish fighting glory. I don't have the energy to become the Don King of the aquatic world. I'll be good to feed it.
Friday, March 10, 2006
This is a book that I am reading right now. I have taken the advice of Randy and picked a biography. Revolutionaries still appeal to me after all of these years. I just want to know what makes them tick. My favorite revolutionary, Jesus. He has been changing lives for over 2000 years.
I am going to go watch this movie and go to bed...
This is a book that I am reading right now. I have taken the advice of Randy and picked a biography. Revolutionaries still appeal to me after all of these years. I just want to know what makes them tick. My favorite revolutionary, Jesus. He has been changing lives for over 2000 years.
I am going to go watch this movie and go to bed...
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Watched part of Motorcycle Diaries last night. I fell asleep about 3/4 into the movie. I liked what I did watch. As some of you may know, I have a fondness for Latin America. That is me Mestizo . I also have a fondness for politics. That would be my mother and father in me. Freakin' rebels that they were. More dad than mom. Che has always been somewhat of an inspiration to me. I admire people that can stick to their convictions (even if they are wrong). That is something that you don't see too much in people these days. Mostly people will line up with a cause because it looks cool. Case in point, Paul McCartney wearing a white Make Poverty History band. If he wanted to make poverty history he would give it away, give it away give it away now..He would also ask Micahel Jackson for the rights to his old Beatles songs..I am done ranting for now. I will leave with this request.
Buy me a goat!
chuck
Watched part of Motorcycle Diaries last night. I fell asleep about 3/4 into the movie. I liked what I did watch. As some of you may know, I have a fondness for Latin America. That is me Mestizo . I also have a fondness for politics. That would be my mother and father in me. Freakin' rebels that they were. More dad than mom. Che has always been somewhat of an inspiration to me. I admire people that can stick to their convictions (even if they are wrong). That is something that you don't see too much in people these days. Mostly people will line up with a cause because it looks cool. Case in point, Paul McCartney wearing a white Make Poverty History band. If he wanted to make poverty history he would give it away, give it away give it away now..He would also ask Micahel Jackson for the rights to his old Beatles songs..I am done ranting for now. I will leave with this request.
Buy me a goat!
chuck
Sunday, February 12, 2006
In 1970, my father left my mother for another woman. I was 4, my brother Andy was 3. Andy does not have any childhood memories of my dad until he was around 10. He unconsciously chose to block it out. I, on the other hand, chose to shut down emotionally. I forgot how to cry. I became bitter. I became apathetic to the world around me. This affected me spiritually as well. I looked at God from a distance, as one not worthy of being loved. As a result of this view, I became reckless.
A few years after the big divorce, I was in a bike accident and knocked myself out. I remember coming to (at least I thought) in a part of the park I hadn’t seen before. I was laying on a picnic table bench, my head on the lap of someone that did not look familiar, but seemed familiar. I remember that this man had a beautiful face. It was unlike any that I had seen before. He had long hair and a light beard. As I lay on his lap he kept telling me that everything was ok, and that I was fine. I looked at the surrounding scenery. It had become quite sunny I thought. It was bright, but not too bright. I felt comfort. This lasted for some time until I found myself feeling sick to my stomach in a doctor’s office. I wanted to go back. I had a concussion, and a very bad headache.
That moment in time was filed into some back file cabinet in my mind.
As time went on, I found compassion for others. I was still reckless. I stumbled my way through church. It was an on again, off again thing for many years. I put myself into situations that should have gotten me killed, but escaped unscathed. At times I felt invincible. I have been in car wrecks, fallen down a very steep hill, taken enough drugs at one time to kill a horse, had alcohol poisoning more than once and lived in the Mexican wilderness for a couple of weeks with little food and few bottles of rum and tequila. (There are more stories of God’s protection that I may share later.) I know that during this time I felt alone physically, but had a slight feeling that I was not alone, that there was someone with me. I know now that it was Jesus.
Some years after I became a Christian, I realized who that man in the park was. It was Jesus. He was right, everything was ok. How could I have missed that? I was so concerned with my situation that I missed the most important thing in the whole of eternity! I missed Jesus. Or did I?
During my downward spiral He was with me, protecting me until I could come to my senses. It had to be a free will thing. When I was there in that park, I was unsure of who I was with. I did not realize it until much later. I think that it was part of His plan to allow me to go through the things I did in order to minister to those in similar situations. I also believe that He allowed it to increase my faith. I have more than a bruised head to be thankful for. I have a lifetime of close calls to look back at and see the hand of God protecting me.
Reflection is a wonderful thing…..
chuck
In 1970, my father left my mother for another woman. I was 4, my brother Andy was 3. Andy does not have any childhood memories of my dad until he was around 10. He unconsciously chose to block it out. I, on the other hand, chose to shut down emotionally. I forgot how to cry. I became bitter. I became apathetic to the world around me. This affected me spiritually as well. I looked at God from a distance, as one not worthy of being loved. As a result of this view, I became reckless.
A few years after the big divorce, I was in a bike accident and knocked myself out. I remember coming to (at least I thought) in a part of the park I hadn’t seen before. I was laying on a picnic table bench, my head on the lap of someone that did not look familiar, but seemed familiar. I remember that this man had a beautiful face. It was unlike any that I had seen before. He had long hair and a light beard. As I lay on his lap he kept telling me that everything was ok, and that I was fine. I looked at the surrounding scenery. It had become quite sunny I thought. It was bright, but not too bright. I felt comfort. This lasted for some time until I found myself feeling sick to my stomach in a doctor’s office. I wanted to go back. I had a concussion, and a very bad headache.
That moment in time was filed into some back file cabinet in my mind.
As time went on, I found compassion for others. I was still reckless. I stumbled my way through church. It was an on again, off again thing for many years. I put myself into situations that should have gotten me killed, but escaped unscathed. At times I felt invincible. I have been in car wrecks, fallen down a very steep hill, taken enough drugs at one time to kill a horse, had alcohol poisoning more than once and lived in the Mexican wilderness for a couple of weeks with little food and few bottles of rum and tequila. (There are more stories of God’s protection that I may share later.) I know that during this time I felt alone physically, but had a slight feeling that I was not alone, that there was someone with me. I know now that it was Jesus.
Some years after I became a Christian, I realized who that man in the park was. It was Jesus. He was right, everything was ok. How could I have missed that? I was so concerned with my situation that I missed the most important thing in the whole of eternity! I missed Jesus. Or did I?
During my downward spiral He was with me, protecting me until I could come to my senses. It had to be a free will thing. When I was there in that park, I was unsure of who I was with. I did not realize it until much later. I think that it was part of His plan to allow me to go through the things I did in order to minister to those in similar situations. I also believe that He allowed it to increase my faith. I have more than a bruised head to be thankful for. I have a lifetime of close calls to look back at and see the hand of God protecting me.
Reflection is a wonderful thing…..
chuck
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
There is some uproar from the Rollling Stones camp over censorship of a few lyrics during the Super Bowl 1/2 time show. Mick and company are lucky that I wasn't part of that decency brigade. I would have saved us all the visual beating of seeing an AARP group flail around a stage like they were in their 20's. I had to fight tossing my bean dip after seeing Micks geriatric mid rif more than once. Low ride pants are a bad choice for anyone in their 60's. Hike them up like the old un's of the past. My advice for Mick, give it up, forget about it (shouldn't be hard to do ) it's in the past, move on to better, more dignified things like being a knight. Go slay a dragon or something.. I mean, really, save us the abuse.
File this one under "Only in Arkansas".
Click the link, read the story of how a woman saved a chicken by administering mouth to beak.
Chuck
File this one under "Only in Arkansas".
Click the link, read the story of how a woman saved a chicken by administering mouth to beak.
Chuck
There is some uproar from the Rollling Stones camp over censorship of a few lyrics during the Super Bowl 1/2 time show. Mick and company are lucky that I wasn't part of that decency brigade. I would have saved us all the visual beating of seeing an AARP group flail around a stage like they were in their 20's. I had to fight tossing my bean dip after seeing Micks geriatric mid rif more than once. Low ride pants are a bad choice for anyone in their 60's. Hike them up like the old un's of the past. My advice for Mick, give it up, forget about it (shouldn't be hard to do ) it's in the past, move on to better, more dignified things like being a knight. Go slay a dragon or something.. I mean, really, save us the abuse.
File this one under "Only in Arkansas".
Click the link, read the story of how a woman saved a chicken by administering mouth to beak.
Chuck
File this one under "Only in Arkansas".
Click the link, read the story of how a woman saved a chicken by administering mouth to beak.
Chuck
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Chuck is on a rant again
Check out this article on Costco. I aint no ciphering wiz, but his guys gonna make more in the long run while making a difference in a lot of people's lives.
I have a different world view than most. I don't see the difference between a world leader and a small child living in abject poverty. We are all on the same level. The link to this article will make one think.
I think we have it too good, and forget that we are in the minority when it comes to the rest of the world's population. Being poor in the western world is not like being poor anywhere else. I grew up poor in this country and I do not remember going without food. We had times where we ate the same thing for weeks on end, but we did not starve.
PAPA (people against poverty and apathy) fest is coming up in June. I will make a link so anyone who is interested can check on the progress of the event. I dare you to look at this site and others like it. (like the Jesus Radicals link to the right)
In a recent conversation, I was confronted with my views on our current administration. I was made to feel that I was less Christian(not intentionally) than those who support the Right. My reply to this is pretty to the point, God is not for one political ideology, God is for God.
We end up ralling around a cause, or group and end up forgetting about God. At the end of the day, we have blown a lot wind, but done nothing to make to better(me included). The whole post modern, emergent or whatever stinking name it wants to use, has made a living out of this soap box posturing. So has the religious right.
It comes down to getting into the trenches. Doing the dirty work and, look out, getting dirty.
Now that I am done posing on my soap box, I will step down, kneel and ask for forgivness for my apathy, and pray for the strenght to actually do something..
chuck
I have a different world view than most. I don't see the difference between a world leader and a small child living in abject poverty. We are all on the same level. The link to this article will make one think.
I think we have it too good, and forget that we are in the minority when it comes to the rest of the world's population. Being poor in the western world is not like being poor anywhere else. I grew up poor in this country and I do not remember going without food. We had times where we ate the same thing for weeks on end, but we did not starve.
PAPA (people against poverty and apathy) fest is coming up in June. I will make a link so anyone who is interested can check on the progress of the event. I dare you to look at this site and others like it. (like the Jesus Radicals link to the right)
In a recent conversation, I was confronted with my views on our current administration. I was made to feel that I was less Christian(not intentionally) than those who support the Right. My reply to this is pretty to the point, God is not for one political ideology, God is for God.
We end up ralling around a cause, or group and end up forgetting about God. At the end of the day, we have blown a lot wind, but done nothing to make to better(me included). The whole post modern, emergent or whatever stinking name it wants to use, has made a living out of this soap box posturing. So has the religious right.
It comes down to getting into the trenches. Doing the dirty work and, look out, getting dirty.
Now that I am done posing on my soap box, I will step down, kneel and ask for forgivness for my apathy, and pray for the strenght to actually do something..
chuck
Chuck is on a rant again
Check out this article on Costco. I aint no ciphering wiz, but his guys gonna make more in the long run while making a difference in a lot of people's lives.
I have a different world view than most. I don't see the difference between a world leader and a small child living in abject poverty. We are all on the same level. The link to this article will make one think.
I think we have it too good, and forget that we are in the minority when it comes to the rest of the world's population. Being poor in the western world is not like being poor anywhere else. I grew up poor in this country and I do not remember going without food. We had times where we ate the same thing for weeks on end, but we did not starve.
PAPA (people against poverty and apathy) fest is coming up in June. I will make a link so anyone who is interested can check on the progress of the event. I dare you to look at this site and others like it. (like the Jesus Radicals link to the right)
In a recent conversation, I was confronted with my views on our current administration. I was made to feel that I was less Christian(not intentionally) than those who support the Right. My reply to this is pretty to the point, God is not for one political ideology, God is for God.
We end up ralling around a cause, or group and end up forgetting about God. At the end of the day, we have blown a lot wind, but done nothing to make to better(me included). The whole post modern, emergent or whatever stinking name it wants to use, has made a living out of this soap box posturing. So has the religious right.
It comes down to getting into the trenches. Doing the dirty work and, look out, getting dirty.
Now that I am done posing on my soap box, I will step down, kneel and ask for forgivness for my apathy, and pray for the strenght to actually do something..
chuck
I have a different world view than most. I don't see the difference between a world leader and a small child living in abject poverty. We are all on the same level. The link to this article will make one think.
I think we have it too good, and forget that we are in the minority when it comes to the rest of the world's population. Being poor in the western world is not like being poor anywhere else. I grew up poor in this country and I do not remember going without food. We had times where we ate the same thing for weeks on end, but we did not starve.
PAPA (people against poverty and apathy) fest is coming up in June. I will make a link so anyone who is interested can check on the progress of the event. I dare you to look at this site and others like it. (like the Jesus Radicals link to the right)
In a recent conversation, I was confronted with my views on our current administration. I was made to feel that I was less Christian(not intentionally) than those who support the Right. My reply to this is pretty to the point, God is not for one political ideology, God is for God.
We end up ralling around a cause, or group and end up forgetting about God. At the end of the day, we have blown a lot wind, but done nothing to make to better(me included). The whole post modern, emergent or whatever stinking name it wants to use, has made a living out of this soap box posturing. So has the religious right.
It comes down to getting into the trenches. Doing the dirty work and, look out, getting dirty.
Now that I am done posing on my soap box, I will step down, kneel and ask for forgivness for my apathy, and pray for the strenght to actually do something..
chuck
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
America is addicted to oil.....Ya think?!
In other news..
Chuck Scott bought tires at Walmart. He is looking for the nearest priest so he can confess this sin.
He is also addicted to oil..
So it goes.
I saw quite a few people from IHOP at Walmart. Now, imagine this, what if we were to see more people from Walmart at IHOP? That would be standing room fo' sure......
chuck
America is addicted to oil.....Ya think?!
In other news..
Chuck Scott bought tires at Walmart. He is looking for the nearest priest so he can confess this sin.
He is also addicted to oil..
So it goes.
I saw quite a few people from IHOP at Walmart. Now, imagine this, what if we were to see more people from Walmart at IHOP? That would be standing room fo' sure......
chuck
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
John O'Keefe, at ginkword has some pretty good comments and thoughts about the 'emerging church'. I must warn you that it has some possibly offensive language. My personal opinion is that we tend to look out side for answers, when all we need to do is look inward, toward Jesus. I challenge you to come up with your own opinion.
Randy has a pretty interesting post that mentions my favorite Christian icon, Pat Robertson. Pat has made some comments that have offended some. Not all of Pat's comments offend me. It is when he back peddles on his position that does. It reminds me that he is a politician at heart.As I usually do after Pat eats his penny loafers, I checked his web site for retractions. It looks as if Pat is going to stick to his guns for now. You go Pat...
I am going to the prayer room an hour late today. The ice on my truck is making it look like a glazed doughnut.
Have I ever mentioned how crazy the weather is here in Kansas City? Yesterday it was fridgid and snowing/ freezing rain. Today it will be 50 to 55 degrees. How do you plan for that?
I'm going to thaw my truck.
Chuck
Randy has a pretty interesting post that mentions my favorite Christian icon, Pat Robertson. Pat has made some comments that have offended some. Not all of Pat's comments offend me. It is when he back peddles on his position that does. It reminds me that he is a politician at heart.As I usually do after Pat eats his penny loafers, I checked his web site for retractions. It looks as if Pat is going to stick to his guns for now. You go Pat...
I am going to the prayer room an hour late today. The ice on my truck is making it look like a glazed doughnut.
Have I ever mentioned how crazy the weather is here in Kansas City? Yesterday it was fridgid and snowing/ freezing rain. Today it will be 50 to 55 degrees. How do you plan for that?
I'm going to thaw my truck.
Chuck
John O'Keefe, at ginkword has some pretty good comments and thoughts about the 'emerging church'. I must warn you that it has some possibly offensive language. My personal opinion is that we tend to look out side for answers, when all we need to do is look inward, toward Jesus. I challenge you to come up with your own opinion.
Randy has a pretty interesting post that mentions my favorite Christian icon, Pat Robertson. Pat has made some comments that have offended some. Not all of Pat's comments offend me. It is when he back peddles on his position that does. It reminds me that he is a politician at heart.As I usually do after Pat eats his penny loafers, I checked his web site for retractions. It looks as if Pat is going to stick to his guns for now. You go Pat...
I am going to the prayer room an hour late today. The ice on my truck is making it look like a glazed doughnut.
Have I ever mentioned how crazy the weather is here in Kansas City? Yesterday it was fridgid and snowing/ freezing rain. Today it will be 50 to 55 degrees. How do you plan for that?
I'm going to thaw my truck.
Chuck
Randy has a pretty interesting post that mentions my favorite Christian icon, Pat Robertson. Pat has made some comments that have offended some. Not all of Pat's comments offend me. It is when he back peddles on his position that does. It reminds me that he is a politician at heart.As I usually do after Pat eats his penny loafers, I checked his web site for retractions. It looks as if Pat is going to stick to his guns for now. You go Pat...
I am going to the prayer room an hour late today. The ice on my truck is making it look like a glazed doughnut.
Have I ever mentioned how crazy the weather is here in Kansas City? Yesterday it was fridgid and snowing/ freezing rain. Today it will be 50 to 55 degrees. How do you plan for that?
I'm going to thaw my truck.
Chuck
Monday, December 12, 2005
Stanley"Tookie" Willams lost his chance at life today. He will die by lethal injection in California a few hours after this post.
I do not claim to know if he is guilty or inocent. I do not care. What I care about is that we are murdering a person for allegedly murdering. We, in our infinite wisdom, seem to miss the fact that execution is murder! Killing for killing is murder!
Chastity and I had a talk with Myah, our 9 year old daughter, the other day about murder and war and the supposed justification of soldiers killing. To a 9 year old, it is confusing to hear about soldiers killing in the name of our freedom and safety, that is not being threatend, and then to hear about the execution of a prisoner, then to hear about the numerous murders commited each day in Kansas City.
"Isn't it murder?" she asks in reference to the news reports.
"Yes, it is."
"Isn't it muder, what that guy did in California?"
"Supposedly." I reply
"Isn't it murder when the army kills people in war?"
"No. They have uniforms on and therfore are justified."
She looks at me, puzzled, and says, "Huh?"
"I'm kidding honey. It is all murder."
I will probably get a lot of flack for this post. So be it. I would rather be a lone voice in the wilderness, than part of a larger voice saying the wrong thing.
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Stanley"Tookie" Willams lost his chance at life today. He will die by lethal injection in California a few hours after this post.
I do not claim to know if he is guilty or inocent. I do not care. What I care about is that we are murdering a person for allegedly murdering. We, in our infinite wisdom, seem to miss the fact that execution is murder! Killing for killing is murder!
Chastity and I had a talk with Myah, our 9 year old daughter, the other day about murder and war and the supposed justification of soldiers killing. To a 9 year old, it is confusing to hear about soldiers killing in the name of our freedom and safety, that is not being threatend, and then to hear about the execution of a prisoner, then to hear about the numerous murders commited each day in Kansas City.
"Isn't it murder?" she asks in reference to the news reports.
"Yes, it is."
"Isn't it muder, what that guy did in California?"
"Supposedly." I reply
"Isn't it murder when the army kills people in war?"
"No. They have uniforms on and therfore are justified."
She looks at me, puzzled, and says, "Huh?"
"I'm kidding honey. It is all murder."
I will probably get a lot of flack for this post. So be it. I would rather be a lone voice in the wilderness, than part of a larger voice saying the wrong thing.
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
I turned 40 the other day. Everyone has asked how I took it. Well, I ponyed up( i promise to never use that again), and managed to live through it. I actually didn't give it much thought until I went to bed. As I lay there thanking God, I realized how much I really have to be thankful for. Folks, I should have been dead many times over. I know that it sounds kinda cliche to say that, but I REALLY mean that. God has been most gracious to me. I am going to try and share some of the more amazing stories soon. God is too cool..Words will always fail to express how great God is, so I use the word cool. sort of like, 'God is good, ......All the time'........Oh how many times I have used that while preaching.
So I am 40. My beloved Chastity tells me I am getting crow's feet. I checked out my feet, and agree that they are ugly and sort of resemble my father's feet. As I was looking at them she asked what I was doing , so I told her. She handed me a mirror and pointed to the outside corners of my eyes and said, "Crows feet."
"Oh.."
Wisdom does not necessarily come with age. Neither does intelligence.. I am trying though.
I was listening to U2's 40. Did you know that it was taken from the Bible?!!! Ok, I did know that. I was trying to be funny.
Humor does not come with age, although , I have seen some funny old men.. I hope to be one. I think that I will resemble that old man on Benny Hill who always got patted on the head and Gollum. I will wear more clothing than Gollum..
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song
Chuck
I turned 40 the other day. Everyone has asked how I took it. Well, I ponyed up( i promise to never use that again), and managed to live through it. I actually didn't give it much thought until I went to bed. As I lay there thanking God, I realized how much I really have to be thankful for. Folks, I should have been dead many times over. I know that it sounds kinda cliche to say that, but I REALLY mean that. God has been most gracious to me. I am going to try and share some of the more amazing stories soon. God is too cool..Words will always fail to express how great God is, so I use the word cool. sort of like, 'God is good, ......All the time'........Oh how many times I have used that while preaching.
So I am 40. My beloved Chastity tells me I am getting crow's feet. I checked out my feet, and agree that they are ugly and sort of resemble my father's feet. As I was looking at them she asked what I was doing , so I told her. She handed me a mirror and pointed to the outside corners of my eyes and said, "Crows feet."
"Oh.."
Wisdom does not necessarily come with age. Neither does intelligence.. I am trying though.
I was listening to U2's 40. Did you know that it was taken from the Bible?!!! Ok, I did know that. I was trying to be funny.
Humor does not come with age, although , I have seen some funny old men.. I hope to be one. I think that I will resemble that old man on Benny Hill who always got patted on the head and Gollum. I will wear more clothing than Gollum..
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song
He set my feet upon a rock
And made my footsteps firm
Many will see
Many will see and fear
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
I will sing, sing a new song
How long to sing this song?
How long to sing this song?
How long...how long...how long...
How long...to sing this song
Chuck
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Today, my 5 year old, Josiah, informed me that grace is a lot like bologna. Being the father in the shadow of such a brilliant little child, and because curiosity kills me every time, I asked, 'How's that Jojo?'.
' Because after you eat it you get a second chance.'
This kid is my retirement plan...
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Today, my 5 year old, Josiah, informed me that grace is a lot like bologna. Being the father in the shadow of such a brilliant little child, and because curiosity kills me every time, I asked, 'How's that Jojo?'.
' Because after you eat it you get a second chance.'
This kid is my retirement plan...
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Friday, November 25, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
My oldest, Elijah, got his first mohawk today. Handsome little booger. The other 2 pictures are from 1994, the year that Elijah was born. It was then that I became an adult. I didn't realize it until a few months ago. That little baby is Elijah. As you can see, we havn't forgotten to feed him.
I will post a picture of Chastity, Elijah and me from around the same time. Chastity and I had orange hair a la The Flaming Lips.
Sing it with me, Ta a a angerine.
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
My oldest, Elijah, got his first mohawk today. Handsome little booger. The other 2 pictures are from 1994, the year that Elijah was born. It was then that I became an adult. I didn't realize it until a few months ago. That little baby is Elijah. As you can see, we havn't forgotten to feed him.
I will post a picture of Chastity, Elijah and me from around the same time. Chastity and I had orange hair a la The Flaming Lips.
Sing it with me, Ta a a angerine.
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Monday, November 14, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
We moved to California when I was eight. My mom said it was to be closer to my dad who had moved there with his new family. I wanted to think she missed my dad, and was going there to get him back. Before that we were living in Des Moines Iowa.
I liked Des Moines. It had all that I had known to that point in my life.
I liked California also. I still do. I’m not too sure about Des Moines though.
We had visited my dad earlier that year. I did a lot that year. I flew in a jet for the first time in my life (something that I still get excited about). I went to Disneyland. This was when they still had ticketed rides, I had a few left over and saved them in a shoe box of important stuff (stuff that is important to eight year old boys). My brother, Andy and I rode our wagon down a 16% grade hill (at least it looked that steep), and survived! I also got to ride in the back of a red 74 Volkswagen Bug. I think it took us four days to get from Des Moines to Orange County, California. It was a fun ride for us kids. It was fun for our Siamese cat, at least he didn’t seem to mind it. I don’t think it was fun for my mom. I don’t know why?
When we got there we had no place to live. We stayed in a motel for two weeks while my mom looked for a place. What little stuff we had moved, was sitting in the moving company storage. Mom found a place in Stanton. The first night there we slept on the floor. On the next day, our furniture was delivered. Andy and I were disappointed to see that the guys delivering our stuff were different than the guys that loaded it in Des Moines. It wasn’t that we had become attached to them, or anything like that. We just wanted to see the fat guy with the plumber’s crack. At that age seeing a fat man’s butt crack peek out from his belt line is funny.
Come to think of it, at forty, it still is. I think I’ll call Andy and see if he still thinks it’s funny.
Somehow, I did not notice that my mom had sold our beds in Des Moines. We slept on the floor for about a year. Then we got mats.
We were camping. At least that is what my mom would tell us when we got discouraged, which wasn’t often. Discouragement usually came after visiting our friend’s, and seeing their bedrooms full of all sorts of stuff, including a bed.
One friend, Patrick, had a stool in his room that was made from a elephant foot. For one brief moment I wanted that stool instead of a bed.
Life seemed a lot simpler back then, and it was. We didn’t have much. We didn’t expect much. We had a few channels to chose from, so sitting around, watching TV was not that fun. We spent most of our time outside. We would run around our neighborhood, looking for things to do. Sometimes we would play baseball, ride bikes and skateboard. Sometimes we would throw dirt clods at each other. Sometimes we would go over to Eck’s house. Eck was around eighty. His face was full of deep lines, gray stubble and chewing tobacco spittle. Eck was a good guy. We would do things that I know had to aggravate him, but he never let on. The only time that he would raise his voice was when one of us would reach down to pick up one of the many discarded chewing tobacco plugs. I guess we thought that they were dark dirt clods.
It seems that life for kids is much harder. I remember that our parents used to say that things were easier for us when we were growing up. They were right. Kids are too serious now. I had to take the Gameboy from my kids because of the intense moods the games would create. Little kids are not supposed to have high blood pressure. I overheard other kids talking about designer clothes and the latest gadget they are going to get. I am constantly shocked when Chas and I try to buy clothes for our daughter. What ever happened to cute little outfits that covered the entire body? My nine year old does not need to expose her midriff to be cool. I just want my little girl to be a little girl.
The next time you go out to a mall or store, pay attention to the conversations between parents and children. Kids are not settling for second best or nothing. Advertisers know this too. They target the minds of kids. As a result, parents will give in just to quiet their screaming kids.
We recently got rid of cable, limited the video game play and started making the kids play outside. I look out the window to check on them. I noticed that they were using things that they found around the neighborhood to play with. Mostly sticks and rocks, but they were playing. Sticks and rocks are cheap.
I wonder if I can get away with selling their beds?
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
We moved to California when I was eight. My mom said it was to be closer to my dad who had moved there with his new family. I wanted to think she missed my dad, and was going there to get him back. Before that we were living in Des Moines Iowa.
I liked Des Moines. It had all that I had known to that point in my life.
I liked California also. I still do. I’m not too sure about Des Moines though.
We had visited my dad earlier that year. I did a lot that year. I flew in a jet for the first time in my life (something that I still get excited about). I went to Disneyland. This was when they still had ticketed rides, I had a few left over and saved them in a shoe box of important stuff (stuff that is important to eight year old boys). My brother, Andy and I rode our wagon down a 16% grade hill (at least it looked that steep), and survived! I also got to ride in the back of a red 74 Volkswagen Bug. I think it took us four days to get from Des Moines to Orange County, California. It was a fun ride for us kids. It was fun for our Siamese cat, at least he didn’t seem to mind it. I don’t think it was fun for my mom. I don’t know why?
When we got there we had no place to live. We stayed in a motel for two weeks while my mom looked for a place. What little stuff we had moved, was sitting in the moving company storage. Mom found a place in Stanton. The first night there we slept on the floor. On the next day, our furniture was delivered. Andy and I were disappointed to see that the guys delivering our stuff were different than the guys that loaded it in Des Moines. It wasn’t that we had become attached to them, or anything like that. We just wanted to see the fat guy with the plumber’s crack. At that age seeing a fat man’s butt crack peek out from his belt line is funny.
Come to think of it, at forty, it still is. I think I’ll call Andy and see if he still thinks it’s funny.
Somehow, I did not notice that my mom had sold our beds in Des Moines. We slept on the floor for about a year. Then we got mats.
We were camping. At least that is what my mom would tell us when we got discouraged, which wasn’t often. Discouragement usually came after visiting our friend’s, and seeing their bedrooms full of all sorts of stuff, including a bed.
One friend, Patrick, had a stool in his room that was made from a elephant foot. For one brief moment I wanted that stool instead of a bed.
Life seemed a lot simpler back then, and it was. We didn’t have much. We didn’t expect much. We had a few channels to chose from, so sitting around, watching TV was not that fun. We spent most of our time outside. We would run around our neighborhood, looking for things to do. Sometimes we would play baseball, ride bikes and skateboard. Sometimes we would throw dirt clods at each other. Sometimes we would go over to Eck’s house. Eck was around eighty. His face was full of deep lines, gray stubble and chewing tobacco spittle. Eck was a good guy. We would do things that I know had to aggravate him, but he never let on. The only time that he would raise his voice was when one of us would reach down to pick up one of the many discarded chewing tobacco plugs. I guess we thought that they were dark dirt clods.
It seems that life for kids is much harder. I remember that our parents used to say that things were easier for us when we were growing up. They were right. Kids are too serious now. I had to take the Gameboy from my kids because of the intense moods the games would create. Little kids are not supposed to have high blood pressure. I overheard other kids talking about designer clothes and the latest gadget they are going to get. I am constantly shocked when Chas and I try to buy clothes for our daughter. What ever happened to cute little outfits that covered the entire body? My nine year old does not need to expose her midriff to be cool. I just want my little girl to be a little girl.
The next time you go out to a mall or store, pay attention to the conversations between parents and children. Kids are not settling for second best or nothing. Advertisers know this too. They target the minds of kids. As a result, parents will give in just to quiet their screaming kids.
We recently got rid of cable, limited the video game play and started making the kids play outside. I look out the window to check on them. I noticed that they were using things that they found around the neighborhood to play with. Mostly sticks and rocks, but they were playing. Sticks and rocks are cheap.
I wonder if I can get away with selling their beds?
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Monday, October 24, 2005
This picture is by far the cheesiest picture that I have ever taken of myself. It is the picture that I took for my application for Prayer Room Staff at IHOP-KC. It assures them (those who are in leadership) that the dork in front of them is correct. It shouldn't be that hard because I will probably be wearing the same shirt.The cut and paste master is at it again. This is from last Sunday's message at Forerunner Christan Fellowship. It is from Allen Hood. It is not stealing; this stuff is available on their website
These 2 points stuck with me. I find too many paralells in today's world, especially the Revelation 9 stuff. Sin is too commonplace these days. This is just the begining, it is going to get worse.
A. The Day of the Lord
1. The Day of the Lord displays the various tensions of God’s love in a single event that will forever change the course of human history and ushers us into the next age. It is the hour when God’s nature of love will be fully manifest and clarified before the whole world. In the person of Christ the world will watch God declare His name in terms of mercy, compassion, deliverance, protection, righteousness, and justice. Jesus will declare His Father’s name again as he delivers the saints, protects and saves Israel, destroys the wicked, and binds Satan in the bottomless pit. All His manifold glory will be displayed as he vindicates His loving nature to save and to remove wickedness from the earth.
2. The generation in which the Lord returns will witness the full opposition of God against the world, the flesh, and the devil. This generation will see the Lord in the fullness of His compassion and love as He vindicates the saints with the resurrection from the dead and saves Israel in their darkest hour. They will meet the Bridegroom King in all of His passion and all of His fury. Passion towards those who are His. Fury towards those who have scorned His love, refused His tender affections, and embraced the ugly, the perverted, the wicked thirst for rebellion and iniquity. There is an appointed end when God will drive the usurper out. Our Bridegroom will come as a lion of sheer force and power against wickedness.
B. The Mystery of Iniquity
1. You cannot understand the last battles in the Armageddon Campaign without first staring at the mystery of iniquity – the stubborn refusal of humanity to submit to God’s laws and leadership and the active aggression to cast off all of God’s restraints. Psalm 2:1-2. Even as Jesus returns in the sky, marches on land, and releasess the last of the bowl judgments, men are still blaspheming God and gathering together to fight against Him. This unthinkable to us, but it is true nonetheless. When all is visible, all is manifest, humanity will still resist. Not only will they resist, they will violently oppose Jesus’ rule.
2. For three and a half years the earth witness the disastorous rule of the epitome of human strength and engenuity with God opposing and preserving humanity through the judgments. Even as the earth is in full fledged rebellion God is working to dismantle darkness, break the delusion, and bring as many people possible to the saving knowledge of Jesus with the least severe means possible. Yet, at the end of the trumpet judgments and throughout the bowl judgments the people refuse to repent and blaspheme God.
But the rest of mankind, who were not killed by these plagues, did not repent of the works of their hands, that they should not worship demons, and idols of gold, silver, brass, stone, and wood, which can neither see nor hear nor walk. 21 And they did not repent of their murders or their sorceries or their sexual immorality or their thefts. (Rev. 9:20-21)
And men were scorched with great heat, and they blasphemed the name of God who has power over these plagues; and they did not repent and give Him glory. 10 Fifth Bowl: Darkness and Pain Then the fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and his kingdom became full of darkness; and they gnawed their tongues because of the pain. 11 They blasphemed the God of heaven because of their pains and their sores, and did not repent of their deeds. (Rev. 16:9-11)
These will make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb will overcome them, for He is Lord of lords and King of kings; and those who are with Him are called, chosen, and faithful." (Rev. 17:14)
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Monday, September 12, 2005
My youngest son, Josiah has just learned to ride a bike today. I was going to put a picture here, but have been having a problem with Hello and Picasa. Seems that they don't want me to log in. I tried something different. The pictures are huge!
It was a a wonderful day here in Kansas City. I spent most of it outside working on photocells for outdoor lighting. God is Great!
Keep us in prayer as we tryto figure out the logistics of our ministry.
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
My youngest son, Josiah has just learned to ride a bike today. I was going to put a picture here, but have been having a problem with Hello and Picasa. Seems that they don't want me to log in. I tried something different. The pictures are huge!
It was a a wonderful day here in Kansas City. I spent most of it outside working on photocells for outdoor lighting. God is Great!
Keep us in prayer as we tryto figure out the logistics of our ministry.
Peace and God Bless,
Chuck
Saturday, January 17, 2004
I have found that if I work too much I get very tired and apathetic. Maybe it's a plot. My friend Brian says I am too sarcastic.
Ok, with that out of the way I want to send blessings to all of you and encourage you to keep up. I have been reading from Romans and have been thinking about Israel. Specifically about all of Israel being saved.
What is all of Israel? Is it the new branches as well. When we pray for the peace of Israel are we praying for the peace of the church?
I know that this is not riveting discussion, but I am tired...
Did I mention I am tired?
Peace,
Chuck
Ok, with that out of the way I want to send blessings to all of you and encourage you to keep up. I have been reading from Romans and have been thinking about Israel. Specifically about all of Israel being saved.
What is all of Israel? Is it the new branches as well. When we pray for the peace of Israel are we praying for the peace of the church?
I know that this is not riveting discussion, but I am tired...
Did I mention I am tired?
Peace,
Chuck
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