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>Time’s Up
>Today is the 10th anniversary of 9/11. This day ten years ago I was substitute teaching at West Morgan High School while my husband was at work and my three month old baby girl was safe at her Grandmother’s. I remember this day like it was yesterday. I remember the jaw dropping sight of the one smoking tower, and I then remember the hand over my mouth in utter disbelief as I watched the 2nd plane fly into the 2nd tower, and then I remember my hand to my chest and I remember no longer being able to stand when I heard the news on the Pentagon, because I knew then this was an attack on our nation.
Immediately I wanted a head count of all those I loved. Where were they? Were they safe? My husband left work and came to me at the school and then we went to his mother’s to be with our baby and his mother. My Father-in-Law was on lock down at the arsenal… a prime possible target. We lived on pins and needles for a while…
Then we went to war… we still are at war.
The churches did flood that day and for months after.
Hate was stirred that day as well.
Then “tolerance” was pushed in our nation like it had never been pushed before.
I would like to say that our world was turned upside down for good on that day… but sadly I cannot. All we have to do is look at the change in our prime time t.v shows to see which way our nation flipped.
Touched By An Angel had a prime time slot, Cosby, Sister Sister, Home Improvement, Wonderful World of Disney, Promised Land, Kids Say the Darndest Things, America’s Funniest Home Videos, etc.
What has those prime time slots in this day?
Think about it…
What I have learned is that when we realize that life is short we will increase the desires of our heart. You want to know the real state of your heart? What is your initial response to “You have one month left to live, how will you spend it?”
Is your answer “Wow how much of this world can I soak in and enjoy before my time’s up?”
Is it “I need to experience sex with as many different people as possible now, before I miss it?”
Is it “Alright let’s go to Vegas and LA and New York and fly to Paris and live it up?”
(This mentality to me is about the same as saying, hey I am going down and I want to take as many as I can with me, I will stand either condemned or ashamed before God and I want you to as well)
When we discovered the men who committed the acts of 9/11 what did we learn about their last days? Days that they were fully aware were there last days?
Compare this with our Saviour. How did He spend His last days? Days that He was fully aware were His last days?
Whose example should we follow?
Man’s or Jesus’s?
We are in the last days… how are you spending them?
I believe our nation has exposed its heart in these post 9/11 days… Instead of our nation turning to God and seeking to grow in holiness and purpose, we showed ourselves to be filthy, and a pig that loved to wallow in it’s filth, a dog that returns to its vomit…
But God
If anyone has taken a class with me they have heard me comment about how much I love the “but’s” in the Bible.
“But God” is a phrase that encompasses the hope that is within the veil that is the anchor of our very souls.
We were in the depravity of our minds, the deceitfulness of our hearts, and the wickedness of our actions… BUT GOD!
How beautiful these words are as we look up from the pits we have dug with our own hands… but God 🙂
Below is a letter from an email prayer update I receive from a beautiful woman of God who leads precept classes in a women’s prison… don’t miss the “but God” and when you finish reading please also lift Mary Alice up in prayer as she goes to the front lines to teach the Word of God to those that a lot of us would never even consider as having hope of repentance and entrance into the kingdom of Light… but God…
Dear Praying Friends,
2:30pm class: Before class I noticed Virginia’s gigantic smile and couldn’t help but ask, “Virginia, what’s up?”
You won’t believe what the Lord has done! I have been down (incarcerated) for 39 years! I’m 73 years old! They wouldn’t even give me a parole date! The chairman of the parole board told me last time that I was lucky she was retiring because, there was no way she would grant me parole! Well, there she was, sitting on the board again.
My lawyer leaned over to me and said, ‘This doesn’t look good, she’s back.’
And I told him, ‘God is in control of my future, not this board.’
Virginia said, “When I entered the room, I smiled at everyone….they smiled back!”
“It’s such a wonderful feeling when you know God is in charge,” she noted to me with absolute assurance. “Much to everyone’s surprise, they observed the change in me and granted me parole, my date is in March 2012!”
She continued her story, “I did some really bad things in the 60’s, she hung her head and whispered something about teamsters, Jimmy Hoffa, smuggling drugs and guns to Mexico. I hurt everybody I came in contact with and if I do get out, somehow I want to make it up to them. Especially my family and friends. I caused a lot of pain, MaryAlice. I caused a lot of pain.”
“Virginia,” I comforted, “We can’t make up for the pain we’ve caused people. But what we can do is received God’s forgiveness and offer our sincere apologies.”
“Oh, I have,” she interrupted, “Everyone of them have forgiven me. But I just feel like I need to do something for all I’ve done.”
“You can, Virginia,” I encouraged, “Please God by growing in Him and serving Him and He will take care of the rest!”
She proceeded to tell me about how mean she was and that she was sent to different prisons all over the US to house her. “Some states didn’t want me,” she recounted. “I was really bad. I would slash officers if they got even close to me and if I couldn’t reach them I would slash myself,” she said as she held up her arms so I could see the scars. “I was a wild man,” she shook her head, “But God….”
“Oooh, my favorite two words,” I interrupted!
“Mine too,” Virginia agreed. “But God kept sending officers and health workers and even a warden to me who didn’t give up on me. Who were compassionate and kind. I would get even meaner, but they just kept being kind until I couldn’t take it anymore…I couldn’t be mean…how can you be mean to so much compassion and kindness? It broke me! I cried and cried.” (That’s a BIG deal in prison, no one admits to crying!)
I thought to myself…the love of God compels me…His mercies are new every morning…
Virginia changed from that day forward…it’s been 10 years since that day, but the last year has been a huge change! She is totally sold out to our Jesus! She handles the Word with accuracy and can make application. Wow! But there’s more…
When you break a law in prison, “Bad points” are applied against you on your record. The most “good points” you can earn in a year to remove the “bad points” are 8. Virginia has over 400 bad points against her still but the parole board intentionally overlooked those due to the remarkable transformation! “It’s God, MaryAlice, it’s God! There’s just no other explanation for it! I didn’t ask for anything, I was content with ‘whatever you want, Lord’ and look what He did!”
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The Angry Voice
The other day I was fixing supper and my youngest came into the kitchen to tell me about something her big sister had done to her. She came in explaining in her poor pitiful me voice that her big sister was getting on to her in my “angry voice” and was acting like she was her momma.
What? My children? My little precious bundles of joy recognize that I, the one who gave birth to them has an “angry voice” and it is “my angy voice“?
I was shocked!
Well not really…
Yes, I have an angry voice and yes, I use it.
At first I felt condemnation at this realization? Am I not to be kind? Am I not to be sweet tempered? Am I not to be gentle?
Oh I hear sweet soft spoken mom’s who never seem to “lose it” with their children…
I hear them and I think. I will do better. I will become like them. I will remain calm always. I will become even tempered if it kills me. But alas this red-head (yes, I shall blame the red-head, I have it and I shall use it, lol) along with my touch of Irish blood (you know “the fighting Irish”) just seems to get me every time.
The most frustrating thing is that the “angry voice” does not rise up out of my throat until my sweet voice has already asked at least twice, there just is something about that third time…
But somehow, for some strange reason, my children amazingly seem to comprehend my words and act upon my request the moment the “angry voice” emerges.
Sometimes I feel as though I should just skip the polite requests and just jump straight to the “angry voice”
As I have pondered my “angry voice” I was reminded of a passage in Isaiah…
And rejoice in Rezin and the son of Remaliah;
And it will rise up over all its channels
Isaiah 8:5-7
And here it is. The children ignoring the gentle sweet voice of their Father, not seeming to hear Him at all… then comes the “angry voice”.
Have you ever been on the receiving end of the “angry voice” of God?
How many times has God gotten to the point that He has had to use His angry voice simply because we will not obey the sweet gentle sound of His small still whisper?
I do not believe that God enjoys having to whip out His angry voice to get His children to hear and obey Him anymore than I enjoy having to use mine to get my children to hear and obey me.
Now the “angry voice” is not to be used to belittle, bash, or abuse, it simply is re-stating the exact same request in a more forceful tone, the “I mean business, now!” tone.
My angry voice is usually preceded by the question “how many times do I have to tell you to…?“
And it usually ends with the “do you understand me?” or “if I have to tell you again it will be with the belt“
I don’t enjoy disciplining my children. I don’t enjoy the angry voice. I would much rather they choose to simply do what I ask, when I ask them…
Hmmmm… I am sure my Heavenly Father looks down upon me with the very same sentiment.
>Attitude Adjustment
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>Never Without Hope
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>Covenant of Marriage
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Oh Father, may I be presented to my Bridegroom “as a pure virgin”
(2 Corinthians 11:2).
>Created For His Pleasure
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