Oh, and thanks for making the change, E It was driving me crazy
Update 8:20 p.m…..We were just talking about some things that happened today. When the wrecker driver was sweeping up the glass from the street and putting it in a 5 gallon bucket, the last cop on the scene, Sgt. Sparks, said, “Gives a whole new meaning to pick-up truck.” Beth just looked at him and said, “You’re a funny man.”
The cops had blocked off the road in both directions when we got back down there, but I pulled up beside one cop car anyway. They thought I was going to try to drive down there. One of them pointed his finger at me. We told them that was our car and we were just trying to get over there out of traffic. They were all really nice, but one young officer said, “Ok, pull over there in the church parking lot and get out of my street.” I said, “Ok. Your street?” He said, “Yes, ma’am, for right now this is my street.” I just grinned at him. He said, “And don’t hit my car.” I told him I’d do my best.” Too bad Mike the ex-cop wasn’t there.
I told Beth one day that Mike couldn’t stop being a cop. He said, “Oh yes I can!” But I told her to give him a message….that he couldn’t quit because he looked too cute in a uniform. She declined to tell him that. I don’t understand.
While we were standing on the side of the road talking to the Sgt., Robert texted Beth. He’s the guy that asked her out. She said they weren’t going to date, but he was asking her what her plans were for the weekend. She said today that she had 107 text messages from him. He’s persistent, I’ll give him that. And she says he’s not stalking her
Well…..Just when things are looking up, something else happens. Beth’s car caught fire today. It is charred now. She went to the doctor this morning for an ultrasound. After that, she went to Walgreens. On her way home, about a mile from the house, it started smoking. She pulled into a cross-over in the street. Her phone wouldn’t work. So a lady that had seen it smoking stopped, called 911, and brought her home. We jumped in my car and went back down there. It was in flames by then. We watched as the firemen put it out. Every window in the car was broken out from the heat. It’s a sad little car. I grabbed my camera to take pictures, but the batteries were dead. Beth got pictures with her cell phone, but we have to go get a cord to download the pictures, so we’ll post those later.
We laughed a lot after she cried. The police officers, firemen, and the wrecker driver made it a little easier. They joked a lot. When the wrecker driver pulled up, he said that he wasn’t planning on starting his barbeque till tomorrow and it looked like we got a head start.
Edit 5:10 p.m…..Beth has some much better pictures, and some of it right after the fire. We went to the lot where it was towed and took some more. She will post the good ones on her site. One fireman told her that the left front shock blew just before we got back down there this afternoon. That’s why it’s sitting funny. Not to mention the left tire is half melted. When we got to the lot, the wrecker driver had already taken the front license plate off for her to save. She thinks she got everything out but her Old Navy fleece jacket. That wasn’t cheap.
Go by and see Renee’s brand new niece.
Been tagged by Christy…..Here’s how it works:
1. Grab the book closest to you – The Bible
2. Turn to page 161
3. Print the fifth complete sentence on your blog – Leviticus 13:37….He is clean and the priest shall pronounce him clean.
4. Tag five others – What makes you think I know 5 people? Okaaaayyyy……anybody who is willing to do it.
(Edit: I did not identify any person in my post. But one person did in a comment. So I deleted the comment.)
Because of a previous discussion with someone, I decided to write this post. I give the explanation in case you wonder where in the world these thoughts came from. But I will seriously step on some toes with this post.
I thought I would tell you about me. First of all, I am a Christian, which means I accepted Jesus as my savior, and I try to live the way scripture says we should live. I haven’t always done that. I am not perfect. I take the Bible very literally – I believe it to be the inerrant word of God in its original text.
I am Southern Baptist. I attend the same church I grew up in. The same church my mother joined when she was 6 years old. She’ll be 70 this year. Her dad was deacon and Sunday School teacher. Her mom was a Sunday School teacher. Daddy’s parents were also members there. My grandfather was a church trustee (he had been divorced, so he could not be a deacon). My grandmother ran the kitchen and did many other things. So you know where I come from.
I am a wife and mother. It’s the only career I’ve ever wanted. I have dreamed of getting married as far back as I can remember. When I was little, I use to draw pictures of brides in wedding dresses. And I was pretty good at it. There’s a long line of artists in my family.
I have wanted babies as far back as I can remember. I am the oldest of 4 girls in my family, and I was second mother to all of them. And even on days when I didn’t want to be, I couldn’t escape that job.
I am the oldest grandchild on both sides of my family, so I had many babies to practice with. My cousin, Ross (the one that just came back from Afghanistan) is probably the one I babysat most. He is 13 years younger than me. I carried him around like a doll.
I have had 3 children. One died shortly after birth. I am a protective mother. I will always go to bat for my children, but I do not believe they are perfect. I have always been a strict mother. When I would take the kids to the grocery store with me, I had a rule: they had to follow single file behind me, and they better not touch anything. They knew not to beg me to buy things for them because that just guaranteed they wouldn’t get it. Parents that allow their children to act like little hooligans in public really anger me. I always wanted to know where they were and who they were with. That was sometimes a challenge. I always wanted to know what they were doing. And they didn’t always appreciate that. But they grew up to be well behaved, stable, and successful. They have never been in any kind of trouble. They obey the law. And they are Christian.
I was a “mean mom” because I love them. I was determined not to be one of those parents who didn’t really know what their kids were up to, thereby unwittingly raising a child who grew up to shoot up schools or blow things up. Although Brandon does love things that go boom. I was amused recently when Brandon was not happy with some unruly children in a restaurant. I’ve done my job. My grandchildren will be well behaved, too.
Prov 29:15…..15 Scolding and spanking a child helps him to learn. Left to himself, he brings shame to his mother. TLB
I homeschooled my children from beginning to end. Even when they didn’t like it, they had to do their school work.
I’m a mother-in-law. I love my daughter-in-law very much and try to treat her just like one of my own kids. I am thankful for her.
For some reason, I’m known in my family, as the one to come to when you can’t get something that you want. My mom and sisters give me a hard time about that. But I managed to get one sister into the surgical recovery room to see my dad, when she would not be able to do it later. Nurses don’t like to let you in there. Rachael encountered a problem this week, and Beth said her first thought was, “Let Mom handle it.” It’s easy….you just don’t give up. If you believe something is right, fight for it. Wear down the opposition. You don’t have to be ugly….you just have to be insistent. But it does have it’s drawbacks – it’s seen by some as annoying.
I do make people mad. There are a number of people at church that are not happy with me. It’s because I don’t share their need to party. They don’t like to come to Sunday School, evening worship, monthly workdays, or Bible Studies. So if they won’t come to any of the main things a church is for, why should we have parties? A church is not a social club. It is a place of worship and learning first, and social activities can follow if people participate in the main purpose of the church. The pastor agrees. The youth/music minister agrees. My husband, the deacon, agrees. But I catch the flack for it because I’m head of the fellowship committee.
I make the same group mad because I insist on not spending $200 on a picture to hang on the wall, when we sometimes have trouble paying some of our utility bills. Silly me. But I’m the treasurer, and I write the checks. And I tell them when I think it’s a stupid idea. I do try to be tactful, but sometimes it’s sooooo hard. I’ve made some of them so mad that they have literally criticized the fact that I wear make-up and do my hair when I go somewhere. That’s a sign someone is losing the fight and is grasping at straws. But that just makes me more determined.
I love people. I’ve spent many hours at hospitals and nursing homes helping take care of people who are sick or dying. I’ve sat literally all day in a hospital, while a family member or friend was in surgery. But I don’t mind. I feel drawn to do those things.
I’m the Vacation Bible School director, and also teach the VBS music class. I believe teaching children about God is really important. It is much easier for children to accept God than for adults to do so. Adults like to make things so complicated. Kids don’t fight God like adults do.
I sing. I have been singing since I was 18 months old, according to my mother. I didn’t do solos in church that young, but even before I was in elementary school, I knew most of the songs in the Baptist hymnal. My family is a musical family. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t sing. I use it as a way to tell people about God, or to minister to people. I’ve sung to people in the hospital many times. I sang to my cousin who was dying of lung cancer. When he would get aggitated and try to get out of the bed after he was taken off life support, I would sing Amazing Grace to him, and he would calm down. When I don’t know what else to do, I’ll sing, because it’s soothing. When I was a teenager, another cousin asked, “Do you always have to sing?” He was tired of it. I told him, “Yes…yes I do.”
I love having people come over to visit, although it always means a mad scramble to clean house. One of my sisters got all the clean freak genes in the family. I definitely lost out there. I’m just so tired all the time, and I hate housecleaning.
I’m not an unintelligent person. Please don’t take this as an attempt to brag…just as an explanation of something to come. My IQ is in the lower end of the so-called “genius” range. Seriously. So is my husband’s and Brandon’s. Beth’s hasn’t been tested, but I’m betting it is up there, too. I say that to tell you that I use my brain. I think. I reason. I figure people out. I weigh pros and cons. If somebody tells me something, I’ll research it to find out if it’s the truth.
I am politically active. No….I don’t protest or anything like that. But I do vote. And Steve and I have participated in the political dealings of the party we chose to vote for. I come by it honestly….my grandparents worked at the polls in every election. Some of my earliest memories are of playing behind the curtains in the voting machines. Voting….making your voice heard…..is important. Many, many people have died in wars to give us that right. Use it. Do you remember seeing the people in the big sandbox, with purple thumbs to prove they voted? They were so proud to have that opportunity. And we take it for granted. So many people don’t vote. Yes, I think it’s wrong. I’m not going to hate those who don’t, but I think it’s a waste of a God-given right. Edit: If you don’t vote, you have absolutely no right to complain about anything!
But I think you should be educated on the issues before you vote. Really educated. Maybe there should be a test. If you can’t explain the issues, you don’t get to vote. If I was running the world, things would be different.
I sign petitions if I believe in the cause. I’ve done that a lot lately. I get emails from Focus on the Family Action, which informs people about various bills slinking around among our lawmakers. I also get emails from Grassfire and the Institute for Legal Reform.
I like James Dobson. We’ve supported him from very early in his radio ministry, and that’s been a very long time. I have nearly all his books. We raised our kids by the same common sense that he teaches. I liked Jerry Falwell. Yes, it’s true. He had a tendency to tick people off, but he was very misunderstood many times. His heart was in the right place. He wasn’t the idiot he is portrayed to be. Our pastor has 3 degrees from Liberty University, and Dr. Falwell was precious to him.
I do not believe in abortion. It is the taking of an innocent life. The “choice” should have been before the child was conceived. The choice to say no. I do believe in the death penalty. I believe homosexuality is a sin. Scripture says it is an abomination to God. I do believe Christianity is singled out to be the religion that is not tolerated, while we are pushed to “be tolerant” of other religions and “alternative lifestyles.”
And I vote according to what candidate believes like I do. But I will say that I usually vote Republican, because the Democrats as a whole, support abortion.
Here’s something some people really won’t like. I support the war. I don’t like war, but I do believe we did the right thing in going into not only Afghanistan, but Iraq. I’m afraid Iran will be next. All those countries are tied together in their hatred for the United States. And we cannot let them think that they can ever get the upper hand. They might catch us off-guard like on September 11, but they will pay. We cannot let them do it again.
But having said that, the thought of loved ones being over there upsets me. I can’t help it. They are loved ones. One will be going back soon. I cannot tell you how much that bothers me. It makes my stomach feel sick, and makes me cry. And I’m not even his mother. So I just have to pray. I literally wake up at night and pray. And during the day, I pray constantly.
Unfortunately, I do not believe this war will ever be “over”. It is the prelude to bigger wars in the same area. I’ve read the end of the book. They don’t even understand their hatred for us, but I do. It’s tied to our support of Israel. Anyone who supports the target Israel will also be a target. We are the biggest target. But I don’t believe these insurgent groups actually reason that out. They just hate. It’s all they do.
And it makes me angry when people try to portray our president as an idiot. He is far from an idiot. I think he has more intelligence in his little finger than most people. And I believe there is a lot of compassion in the man. He isn’t perfect, and he has made, and will make, mistakes. So do you. I don’t agree with everything he wants to do. Steve and I don’t always agree, either, but I still love him.
I do not take orders from any religious group or political group. See, some people think that we “Christians”, particularly Southern Baptists, just do as we’re told and vote like we’re told. Hogwash. That’s where the intelligence comes in. Smart people will decide for themselves. Even our pastor says he tries to tell us the word of God, but if anything he says ever disagrees with what the Bible says, then believe the Bible. Find out for yourself. Don’t take somebody’s word for anything. Study. Be smart.
So….I have a question. Do you think I am the kind of person who turns people away from God? Because when you say the “Christian right” does that, you are talking about me. The statement that the Christian right has a lot to answer for in the creation of a police state and forming laws that relate to what is done in the privacy of our own homes…..I couldn’t believe what I was reading. I’m almost speechless. Almost.
See, saying that the Christian right has a holier-than-thou attitude and “I’m so glad I’m not involved with them,” is in itself a holier-than-thou attitude.
Don’t tell me that if I will allow it, my eyes will be opened and then turn around and tell me you don’t have discernment. I can tell when someone is breaking the law, and I can see the stupidness they participated in while breaking that law. If you read in detail, every little thing they did, you cannot escape seeing that they broke law after law after law. They got themselves into their present dilemma. They have no one to blame but themselves. Sob stories just make me mad.
You cannot just decide you don’t want to obey the law. You can work to change the law, but you can’t just break it. At least not without consequences. You can’t just decide you won’t pay taxes. I pay the payroll taxes for the people who work at our church. You can bet the IRS would come after me if I decided I didn’t want to pay them.
You can read about it here. I believe in creationism, but because of what he did, he has set back the cause. He has caused others to laugh at creationists. He has done as much harm to the cause of creationism as television evangelists caught in sex scandals, have done to Christianity.
So now you know who I really am. I’m not a different person than I was before. You just didn’t know I had a label.
Edit: The “Christian right” includes people you know. People you work with. People you see or talk to everyday. Maybe even people you love. We are not weird. We are not the scary monsters we are made out to be on television. We are normal, everyday people.
Yes, I am angry this time. You can bet on it.