Desperation embraces the moment giving chill to hope and igniting the flames of fear to greet the day! How can this be? Where did the angels go as I walk alone among the vile destruction laid before me? Where did they hide as all dreams faded into the night where mocking laughter devoured the chances of tomorrow in a feast of hideous pleasure?

I look to the sun for guidance through the pit of darkness and find only heavy clouds to burden the moment and forbidding even the faintest of rays to brush against the fleeting breath. How can this be? Where has the light gone as I stumble in the pit of evil hearts and deeds slung into the paths given to me as mine and thine? Where did it hide as hope was stomped into suffocation of their seductive dance of pure deceit?

I cannot know where the light of good has gone, but neither can I flee all that is and has to be.

Slowly… ever so slowly… I look to the heavens, my whisper low and humble, as I beg for His mercy and cry for His army of truth to embrace all of the tears, fears and lonely years bestowed upon this life traveled by me and thee.

Does He hear me? Shall there be an answer of light or is it too late for my prayers to reach the heavens and His gentle heart? I cannot know. Not today. Not in the dreary moment resting in the depths of evil’s womb, but perhaps tomorrow or in a day. Yes, perhaps tomorrow shall shine in all the glory of possibilities and blessings touched by His hand of love for me and thee.

Yes, perhaps tomorrow, or even in the moment before, I must believe, for He is the God of all times and His miracles are His to give and are controlled by no man nor evil that walks upon this earth. He shall say and it shall be whatever is right on this day, as we travel through the harsh battlefield to reach and embrace the wonders of the life given by He just for me and thee!

God bless me and thee and all the wonders that be — even the ones we do not see — as we travel the path and come to believe in the hope and light in the embrace given by He!

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A Reason for the Season

December 20, 2013 by Guest

by Ron Panzer

December 20, 2013

You may have had a father

whose message was,

“You’re worthless! You’re a mistake!”

You may have had a mother

who left without even saying goodbye.

You may have brothers and sisters

who don’t even know you,

Or friends who are gone overnight.

You may have enemies

who attack with a virulence that is shocking,

simply because you speak the truth —

simply because you are.

You may feel that life has broken you,

that you are all alone.

Others may not know your sufferings and ailments,

while making sure you know about theirs.

You may wonder how it is possible that the sacred

is turned into a crass pitch for something to be sold.

This is the culture of death that mocks all that is good,

and tells you, “Create your own reality!”

while it pushes you onto a foundation that falls away on the very first step.

They’re ready to cheer you one moment,

and then spit on you the next.

It can be no other way, friend,

for those who He chooses cannot have any other path,

This is His path, His Way.

He was born, but more than being born, He lives still!

and asks to live within our hearts today.

He asks us to forgive and live our lives,

in His wondrous sacrificial love.

This is the reason for the season,

not some catchy tune urging us to buy, buy, buy

while they sell, sell, sell.

He is with us always. He is with you!

… ready to comfort, because He truly understands.

He cares and calls to you.

He names you priceless, not a mistake.

This is the reason we celebrate Christmas Day —

the birth of the Saviour, the birth of a Way that leads to Life.

He will never leave you or forsake you.

He is worthy and faithful.

His love is unchangeable!

Come, let us serve Him,

in those He chooses to send.

Come, let us praise and adore Him,

today, and ever more.

~*~

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No Commandeering Invited or Allowed

September 21, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

The article, Why Does My “Invisible Friend” Bother You So Much, has resulted in a touch of frustration, entertainment of the day, and pure validation. Yes, validation. Validation of what so many of us have come to see as the new reality people are attempting to impose upon the masses. To suggest many of us are tired of it, is the understatement of the century. It’s old. It’s used up. It’s a game no longer selling with ease, as the boycott membership swiftly grows.

Why Does My “Invisible Friend” Bother You So Much was dealing with the need of SOME to get rid of anything and everything that suggests Christianity, while either supporting, or ignoring, rude & lewd behavior in public (possibly in front of children). And, let’s not forget the Mosque/Islamic “exception” and demand for tolerance not afforded the Christian churches, though they (the Muslims), too, have an “Invisible Friend”.

Rather than deal with the topic at hand, the reaction was an attempt to slide the discussion elsewhere and totally away from the point.

I did not ask why people didn’t simply believe in God. I asked why it bothered them so much that they had to remove any sign of my “Invisible Friend” from view, while demanding tolerance for the Muslims and their “Invisible Friend”? What did (and do) they fear that they can’t simply let Christian believers believe? What did (do) they fear that made, and makes, it necessary to demand removal and exclusion of anything thing that resembles Christianity, while often promoting (with a passion) anything that is non-Christian or blatantly against Christianity?

A person tried to get into a conversation about the wrongful things that happened in the guise of Christianity, but… that wasn’t the topic.

I kept trying to remind the person what the topic was. It was useless.

It was suggested that I am delusional. I was asked if I was stupid. Well, most readers know the drill and how the conversation went – ‘cause it was like they always go. It was also suggested that I made it all up. Straw man illusion, if you will. No one was actually trying to take away anything and everything that might suggest a Christian theme. So, I presented an article dealing with a Christmas tree ban.

Needless to say, but I will…

The person, at times throughout the conversation, responded by repeating a particularly offensive word over and over. (Now there’s an intelligent argument.)

Likewise, the person said that I had failed to address all that he/she presented about Christianity, but I had dared to bring up a Christmas tree ban. Then there was the laughing and so forth as he attempted to mock me. EXCEPT… things such as a Christmas tree ban was the major point of the particular article. Yes, In regard to the article, Why Does My “Invisible Friend” Bother You So Much — Christmas tree banning was quite relevant to the issue presented.

Straw man illusion? Wouldn’t that apply to someone pretending to be rational, while trying to commandeer a discussion and ignoring the actual question presented? And yes… wouldn’t that apply to that same someone who was suggesting no one is trying to remove signs of Christianity except maybe from schools? Oh, and wouldn’t that apply to that same person who was trying to tell me the point of the article? You know, the article I personally thought up and wrote all on my own without his input or guidance? (Somehow, I think I am the most qualified to know what point I was trying to make. Whether I made it or not, is an entirely different issue.)

My question again with the examples spelled out for the little mocker types, who deny even the obvious when it doesn’t fit their agenda…

Why Does My “Invisible Friend” Bother You So Much that there is a problem with having a Christmas tree or saying something so simple as, “Merry Christmas”? What is it that is feared? What is it that you fear — that makes all these things so dangerous to you that you can’t just let them be? Why is it necessary to remove and destroy anything you feel is even remotely related to my “Invisible Friend”, while promoting tolerance for the Muslims or the rude and the lewd?

That is the question. No commandeering invited or allowed.

Why Does My “Invisible Friend” Bother You So Much

September 14, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

I can’t help but wonder why my “Invisible Friend” bothers you so very much. It isn’t as though I’m requiring you to talk to him, nor do I drag you to church and force you to sit next to me in the pew pretending you are. So just what is it that so upsets you about me having my “Invisible Friend” that you have to mock and insult and try to take away anything that might remind you that there are many people, who are friends with my “Invisible Friend”?

Do you likewise mock the people who are acting rude and lewd in public, or do you cheer them on and defend their right to flaunt their sexuality all over the place? Oh, that’s right, instead you mock my “Invisible Friend” and me for daring to feel the public display is inappropriate.

Do you likewise mock the Muslims for their Islamic beliefs and for having an “Invisible Friend”, too? I didn’t think so. You wouldn’t dare. You’re too chicken to mock them, because you know some don’t take such mockery lightly and do play for keeps and forever. So, instead, you spend your energy lecturing that everyone should be tolerant and embrace a Mosque being built at the Twin Tower site or some other such place that might be considered an insult to some non-Muslims, while demanding the Ten Commandment tablet be removed immediately from the public square.

I don’t force you to stand with me and talk to my “Invisible Friend”, but you strive to silence my ability to talk with him or about him, except in the shadows hidden from your sight and hearing.

What is it that makes you willing to embrace anything non-Christian and destroy anything that is? What is it that makes you so desperately in need of destroying all the reminders of my “Invisible Friend”? Why not consider it art and mythology and leave it at that? What is it that you fear — that perhaps my invisible friend isn’t a myth after all?

Dark Cloaks & Puddles

August 31, 2013 by Carrie K. Hutchens

Anger cloaks me in a dark passion of corrupt thoughts and evil visions untold. No day is absent of dissent and the twisted fate of melting dreams and hope scorched in vile slime of failure.

The sun no longer shines in the brilliance that whispers “One of these days…”

Instead, it is another day… just another day like all others. A day of anxiety. A day of desperation. A day of searching… begging… pleading. Simply a day. Yes, a day simply of shadows and demons and old memories that haunt and beckon my defeat and utter destruction.

Clouds roll in to meet my mood. Thunder rumbles. Lightning flickers. Rain gently begins to sprinkle the thirsting, cracked and parched ground. Its rhythm is soothing as a lullaby to a wee one, with whispers of hope and loving comfort. Birds sing along in delight and bathe happily in little puddles made just for they on this simple day that rests within the harsh ones that have come before and the ones that will come after. But for today… just this day… there are puddles to play in, and a freshness in the air that invites and embraces, as the dark clouds roll on their way with the thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance of someone else’s day.

So little… so little it takes to delight God’s tiny creatures and bring songs of joy to their simple day. A simple day with lessons that beckon and give me pause to remove the cloak of anger at least for today… this simple day… this day of puddles and lullabies and crisp, fresh smells of a new beginning given simply because it was.