One day, Phoebe Knapp was visiting with her dear friend, Fanny Crosby. She play a simple melody for her and asked her what she thought. Fanny replied, "Blessed Assurance, Jesus is Mine".
Despite being blind, Fanny had a spiritual insight that is to be strived for. She has blessed many of us with her hymn and poem writing.
Blessed Assurance has been my favorite song since I was a small child. here is a beautiful version of it I want to share with you.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9XZ_HSquUQ
Hope you enjoy it!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
What is a Cult?
My pastor preached a sermon last night entitled What is a Cult? I am sharing the notes with you, I thought it was excellent.
1. A cult normally has communal living
2. A cult seeks to weaken or destroy family ties
3. A cult is usually well-armed
4. The cult leader owns the property
5. You must adhere to tenets and dogmas to be a member.
6. A cult tends to dwell on prophecy
7. Cults tell their followers what to do and they are obeyed.
8. A cult claims that salvation is found only in their group
9. Cult leaders always claim 'divine revelation' outside the Word of God
Churches that have these characteristics are dangerous. I thought he presented a well thought out sermon and I just wanted to share it.
1. A cult normally has communal living
2. A cult seeks to weaken or destroy family ties
3. A cult is usually well-armed
4. The cult leader owns the property
5. You must adhere to tenets and dogmas to be a member.
6. A cult tends to dwell on prophecy
7. Cults tell their followers what to do and they are obeyed.
8. A cult claims that salvation is found only in their group
9. Cult leaders always claim 'divine revelation' outside the Word of God
Churches that have these characteristics are dangerous. I thought he presented a well thought out sermon and I just wanted to share it.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Another tribute
This is my grandfather who served in WW2 in the Pacific. His name was Raymond Broas.
Thursday, May 26, 2011
A Memorial Day Tribute
It was 1974, and I was 10 years old. There were two elderly gentlemen in our church, Mr. Green and Mr. Green. They were both old. They were brothers. They were both blind. They were both scary. (to a 10 year old).
One day, one of the Mr. Greens died. I felt sorry for the other one, and overcame my fear and hugged Mr. Malcolm. He asked my name. He never forgot it. One Sunday, he asked my dad if he could take us for lunch. I remember it well, I had spaghetti. After dinner, when the waitress brought the check, I was fascinated. Mr. Green pulled EXACTLY the right amount out of his wallet. I asked him how he knew. He showed me the Braille tabs on the money.
(This story does have a point, bear with me)
Mr. Malcolm lived near me, so one day I got brave and went and visited him. He lived alone, in a very small house. He invited me in, and the first thing I noticed was the HUGE book on his table. I asked him what it was. It was the Book of Matthew. “YOU CAN READ THE BIBLE???” He took me by the hand and placed my hand on his Bible. It was all bumpy. Every bump is a letter, he told me. He showed me his shelf. He had the whole Bible, each book a HUGE book on his self.
Time passed, and I loved visiting Mr. Green. He would chop his own wood for his wood stove, which was his heat and cooktop. He showed me his garden. He showed me how he lived, and took care of himself though blind.
One day, I got really brave and asked him if he was always blind. He got really quiet, and took me outside to his shed. He pulled out an old, moth-eaten uniform. It was from World War 1 he told me. He served over there. He *and* his brother were blinded by mustard gas. He cut the buttons off his old uniform and handed them to me. Even as a young girl, I understood his sacrifice. I never forgot. I still have the buttons.
Not many people remember Mr. Green anymore, but I just had to do something to keep his memory alive. I can never forget.
Thank you, Mr. Green. God bless America.
One day, one of the Mr. Greens died. I felt sorry for the other one, and overcame my fear and hugged Mr. Malcolm. He asked my name. He never forgot it. One Sunday, he asked my dad if he could take us for lunch. I remember it well, I had spaghetti. After dinner, when the waitress brought the check, I was fascinated. Mr. Green pulled EXACTLY the right amount out of his wallet. I asked him how he knew. He showed me the Braille tabs on the money.
(This story does have a point, bear with me)
Mr. Malcolm lived near me, so one day I got brave and went and visited him. He lived alone, in a very small house. He invited me in, and the first thing I noticed was the HUGE book on his table. I asked him what it was. It was the Book of Matthew. “YOU CAN READ THE BIBLE???” He took me by the hand and placed my hand on his Bible. It was all bumpy. Every bump is a letter, he told me. He showed me his shelf. He had the whole Bible, each book a HUGE book on his self.
Time passed, and I loved visiting Mr. Green. He would chop his own wood for his wood stove, which was his heat and cooktop. He showed me his garden. He showed me how he lived, and took care of himself though blind.
One day, I got really brave and asked him if he was always blind. He got really quiet, and took me outside to his shed. He pulled out an old, moth-eaten uniform. It was from World War 1 he told me. He served over there. He *and* his brother were blinded by mustard gas. He cut the buttons off his old uniform and handed them to me. Even as a young girl, I understood his sacrifice. I never forgot. I still have the buttons.
Not many people remember Mr. Green anymore, but I just had to do something to keep his memory alive. I can never forget.
Thank you, Mr. Green. God bless America.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy St. Patricks Day!
My favorite Irish blessing:
Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you.
Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Christ is RISEN from the Dead!
Let no one caught in sin remain
Inside the lie of inward shame
But fix our eyes upon the cross
And run to Him who showed great love
And bled for us
Freely You've bled for us
Chorus:
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Christ is risen from the dead
We are one with Him again
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Beneath the weight of all our sin
You bowed to none but heaven's will
No scheme of hell, no scoffer's crown
No burden great can hold You down
In strength You reign
Forever let Your church proclaim
O death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
The glory of God has defeated the night
O death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
Our God is not dead
He's alive! He's alive!
For the song, click the link:
Inside the lie of inward shame
But fix our eyes upon the cross
And run to Him who showed great love
And bled for us
Freely You've bled for us
Chorus:
Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Christ is risen from the dead
We are one with Him again
Come awake, come awake
Come and rise up from the grave
Beneath the weight of all our sin
You bowed to none but heaven's will
No scheme of hell, no scoffer's crown
No burden great can hold You down
In strength You reign
Forever let Your church proclaim
O death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
The glory of God has defeated the night
O death, where is your sting?
O hell, where is your victory?
O church, come stand in the light
Our God is not dead
He's alive! He's alive!
For the song, click the link:
Monday, February 28, 2011
My Favorite Things...for Seniors :)
A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS
Maalox and nosedrops and needles for knittin',
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittin's,
Bundles of magazines tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillacs, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses,
Polident, Fixodent, false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the pipes leak,
When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food nor food cook'd with onions,
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin'.
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames
When we remember our favorite things.
When the joints ache, when the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
I simply remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad.
I SIMPLY REMEMBER THE GREAT LIFE I'VE HAD
AND THEN I DON'T FEEL SOOOO BAAAAD!
(My dad sent me this, made me laugh so I thought I'd share)
Maalox and nosedrops and needles for knittin',
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittin's,
Bundles of magazines tied up with string,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Cadillacs, cataracts, hearing aids, glasses,
Polident, Fixodent, false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the pipes leak,
When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.
Hot tea and crumpets, and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food nor food cook'd with onions,
Bathrobes and heat pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.
Back pains, confused brains, and no fear of sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin'.
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames
When we remember our favorite things.
When the joints ache, when the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
I simply remember the great life I've had,
And then I don't feel so bad.
I SIMPLY REMEMBER THE GREAT LIFE I'VE HAD
AND THEN I DON'T FEEL SOOOO BAAAAD!
(My dad sent me this, made me laugh so I thought I'd share)
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