Your Social Security

Social Security Broke?

THEY FORGOT TO FIGURE IN THE PEOPLE WHO DIED BEFORE THEY COLLECTED THEIR SOCIAL SECURITY!!!!

WHERE DID THAT MONEY GO????

This was sent to me, I am forwarding it because it does touch a nerve in me.
This is another example of what Rick Perry called "TREASON in high places" !!!

Get angry and pass this on!
Remember, not only did you contribute to Social Security but your employer did too. It totaled 15% of your income before taxes. If you averaged only $30K over your working life, that's close to $220,500.

If you calculate the future value of $4,500 per year (yours & your employer's contribution) at a simple 5% (less than what the govt. pays on the money that it borrows), after 49 years of working you'd have $892,919.98.

If you took out only 3% per year, you'd receive $26,787.60 per year and it would last better than 30 years (until you're 95 if you retire at age 65) and that's with no interest paid on that final amount on deposit! If you bought an annuity and it paid 4% per year, you'd have a lifetime income of $2,976.40 per month.

The folks in Washington have pulled off a bigger Ponzi scheme than Bernie Madhoff ever had.

Entitlement my ass, I paid cash for my social security insurance!!!! Just because they borrowed the money, doesn't make my benefits some kind of charity or handout!!

Congressional benefits ---- free healthcare, outrageous retirement packages, 67 paid holidays, three weeks paid vacation, unlimited paid sick days, now that's welfare, and they have the nerve to call my social security retirement entitlements?

We're "broke" and can't help our own Seniors, Veterans, Orphans, Homeless
In the last months we have provided aid to Haiti, Chile, and Turkey.

And now Pakistan......home of bin Laden. Literally, BILLIONS of DOLLARS!!!

Our retired seniors living on a 'fixed income' receive no aid nor do they get any breaks while our government and religious organizations pour Hundreds of Billions of $$$$$$'s and Tons of Food to Foreign Countries!

They call Social Security and Medicare an entitlement even though most of us have been paying for it all our working lives and now when it's time for us to collect, the government is running out of money. Why did the government borrow from it in the first place?

Imagine if the *GOVERNMENT* gave 'US' the same support they give to other countries.
Sad isn't it?
99% of people won't have the guts to forward this.
I'm one of the 1% -- I Just Did.

You will not let yourself believe it…

Class Warfare has always been a big problem here locally. So much so, that I believe the more affluent just get pissed off and with-hold helping people they see in need.  I have personally witnessed this in many forms at so many levels. 

Its just the way it is... some have, some have more, and some don't have much at all; when the social ladder is in play.  What’s the big deal ?  It is what it is, and there isn’t anything wrong with the way it is.  Some say its all about greed. I beg to differ.  I have sat at every level of society and from what I can see it is about power.  And power can be achieved at any level of society.  

Most of the money, allocated to the safety net is spent on administration and pensions; not on food stamps or housing. 

The ones that do not have a whole lot, run into the wall of wannabes;  when they try to access the programs set up to help them become self sufficient, and make that self sufficiency sustainable. If they are not playing the game right, a power wannabe looses their file; or pushes the wrong button.  It would seem that, only a chosen few are allowed up and out of the net. 

If the ones that have, want to know where all that tax money is going, they need to look at those that are managing the social service safety net; not the people in it; or the people that need it.  They, the ones pouring money into the system, and/or complaining about how much it costs to keep the safety net open, need to check out both the governmental, and non-profit players in this game. I use the word game, because I have been told countless times, to get with the game or game plan, when I would ask the tough questions. 

I interviewed a few that managed to get free of the net and they offered the following summary, and I’m going to leave out the more horrific things:

The Game:  Knowing the right things to say…

• Heaping praise, publically, on the right people or organization.
• Learning to take a hint, as to when praise would be a good idea…
• Learn the nonprofit language to self sufficiency and sustainability.
• NEVER EVER appear like you will exceed anyone in the process, on your way up and out of the net.
• You must be willing to get dirty. Be willing to be the eyes, ears, and hands, for those who do not want to get dirty.  You could be asked to spy on your neighbors or co-workers. 
• Once out of the net, leave the area as soon as possible; you will be reminded on a regular basis, to offer up praise and worship to those who may have helped you or gave you a break. There will be someone… who will not let you forget that you owe them.

Unfortunately, we have an element of society here in Lane County, that loves the class warfare; and they are not who you think. They are not the ones protesting or writing the editor.  The more the poor cry out from the net, the more powerful they feel.  How very sad… very sad indeed.    

Growing Up

 

Yes, I believe that at some point, believers out grow their church; insofar that they have graduated and are ready to serve in whatever capacity God has raised them up to serve in.  Some are raised up to serve in the church they grew up in, attrition. Someone has to be there to replace those who have gone home, retired, or had to move on.  Yes, God moves people after they are trained and mature enough to stand on there own two feet. 

At some point, believers grow up.  They learn to feed themselves, and even prepare meals for others. Some are not called into the five fold ministries and are there to support the body.  Then there are those who are separated, called out, to walk away from the safety of the church community; climb into the boat, and in faith, carry the anointing and good-news out into the world that they occupy.

As in Jesus day, these are the ones who are often called rebellious, or troublemakers; by the leaders that stopped calling their church a ministry and started calling it a business.  They actually say: "I am more than a pastor, I am a CEO of a million dollar business".  The conferences are no longer a place for county wide church leaders to strategize  how to bring Jesus to the community. Its a brag fest, where numbers are compared. So sad, so very very sad...

I hate saying such things, but they are things that need to be said.  I still believe the church has a very important part in the growing process.  A child left in the wilderness to fend for themselves grows up wild... but an adult can go into the wilderness alone, and build a sanctuary for those who have become lost, and have taken refuge in the dark places; where they become instinct driven, instead of faith driven.

I believe God is sending people out to minister to those who are lost in the wilderness; to guide those who have become confused and wondered out of the light into the darkness; and got lost.  He has raised up a group of people that will search the caves, the bushes, and the grave yards of the mind. To be a fresh anointing in their lives.

Fewer and fewer people are going to their church leaders and asking to be anointed and sent out.  Even if the leaders got weird along the way, there in much power, anointing, in being prayed over publicly, anointed, and sent out by the church leaders; even if the leaders themselves do not understand it, its what Jesus said to do.

That does not mean one cannot leave the church building and go out.  The Grace, and Mercy of God is amazing... and one should look deep into their heart and motives when they venture out, beyond the boundaries of the church parking lot.

Just say'n ... ;-)

Are You Community Ready?

Being Community Ready,
by Greg Ewert

Are You Community Ready?

In today's economy, thinking about emergency preparedness is low on just about everyone's list, of priorities. Being prepared isn't about the destructive power of an earthquake, flood, tsunami, or tornado; alone. Its about you and your neighbors being prepared to face the unexpected; things that will affect everyone on your street, building, or cul-de-sac.

This is especially true if you live in a community of people on fixed incomes. One persons hardship can quickly become a community event... one can quickly become two, three, four... and so on. Networking and Sharing are the keys to peace of mind. Sadly, some actually think that their landlord will come to their rescue. They are so institutionalized, and dependent on the housing authority and social services, that they have lost the ability to think and/or plan on their own. Their landlords are under no obligation to help them in any way, and their landlords have no plans to assist them in organizing for a disaster or helping them afterwards; I asked them.

When preparing, it is a lot easier to not think about a particular natural disaster. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard these words; "Oh sure, I remember Y2K and its all a bunch of hysteria and propaganda". But we have seen the devastation of the mighty hurricanes and tsunamis over the last decade. We have witnessed, for ourselves, the heartache and even death, brought on by those who were not prepared, and thought Uncle Sam or Big Brother was coming to the rescue.

Before Hurricane Katrina, we were told that the mighty FEMA or our military would come to our rescue. We seen it in movies, all over the Internet, and in the news. After Hurricane Katrina, we were told that you need to learn to survive on your own for up to three days. But even that is a stretch. In most cases, federal emergency responders will not arrive for weeks. In places like the Pacific Northwest, Oregon and Washington, you can't go anywhere without crossing a bridge. And a moderate earthquake will make 90% of the bridges in the Pacific Northwest impassible.

In researching this subject, I asked a lot of people in low income housing, how they were prepared in case of a natural disaster in Oregon. All but a few said they were going to go to a relatives. So I asked them, how many bridges do you cross getting to your relatives? almost everyone had to cross at least three bridges to get to where they think they will be safe. Odds are, those bridges will not be there after an earthquake.

Some of the people I talk to are pretty well-to-do. What will you do after a big earthquake and how have you prepared. I was amazed at how many have property up in the mountains that were fully stocked and ready for an emergency. Yet they had done little to nothing to prepare to stay where they are. I asked him the same question, how many bridges will you have to cross to get up to your cabin, and how many big trees are along the road? Not a single one of them had thought of that.

When I questioned local emergency responders about what they were going to be doing after a big earthquake, every single one of them responded with... "I already have a place picked out, where I will take me, my family and my gun, until the chaos is over".

When planning and preparing, it is best to do so as a community, a neighborhood. You will be the first responder in your community, and your community will be your first responder. As we look at the natural disasters of the last few years, here in the United States; we always hear, my neighbor had to dig me out of my house, apartment, or grocery store. It was always, hours, days, or even a week before emergency responders arrived.

Now you consider the amount of damage that will be done over three states, Oregon Washington and California, the responders will be spread really thin. The smaller communities may never see, FEMA or the military come rolling into their community. These people will be told where to go to find emergency help, it's not going to come to them; or you.

Get to know your neighbors, and have a potluck.  Get to know each others skills, needs, what you have as a community.

The Message

 

From blog to blog I see a repeated theme lately.  It’s a word that can be poisonous in many ways; to those who do not have the faith or discernment to know.  It’s a feel good message; that many will latch onto; and ultimately screw up what might be Gods perfect will in their lives. 

I have watched, and since the turn of the century I have noticed that there are fewer and fewer warriors out there; dedicating their lives to Gods perfect will; and willing to suffer whatever; to see that plan fulfilled.

I’m seeing more of: Seek out happiness… Than seek out Gods Perfect plan.   

My mind flashes back through the bible to Mosses, Noah, Joseph, Jonah, David, Jesus, the disciples, and Paul... 

The hardest test I endure is counting the suffering as joy. Knowing that every twinge, tear, or heartache is suffered for a reason; in season; at just the right time; to help us grow from one level to the next. Maybe in preparation for one great moment in time; in all eternity; from glory to glory.

Why does the Bible repeatedly tell us to count our sufferings as joy? 

Because living a dedicated servants life is hard...  Faith alone goes against anything human.  AND... we have an enemy, the devil, that prowls around like a lion; looking for every possible opportunity to destroy us.  And it really sucks sometimes... no... actually…  it sucks all the time.  

Not everyone is called into the five fold ministries; given a label; branded.  And this message may not be for you.   Maybe your purpose is to love and support someone that is called, and has answered that call.  Remember John the Baptist?  He wore animal skins and lived off the land.  He didn’t have … anything…  but what he knew in his heart. 

(Mat 19:29-30 NLT)  "And everyone who has given up houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or property, for my sake, will receive a hundred times as much in return and will have eternal life. {30} But many who seem to be important now will be the least important then, and those who are considered least here will be the greatest then."

There is nothing wrong with being happy, or having things… not at all.  However, just because someone does not “have”, does not mean they are evil.

To those who have found the faith, liberty, and freedoms we have in Christ:

(Rom 14:21-22 NLT)  {21} Don't eat meat or drink wine or do anything else if it might cause another Christian to stumble. {22} You may have the faith to believe that there is nothing wrong with what you are doing, but keep it between yourself and God. Blessed are those who do not condemn themselves by doing something they know is all right. “

And Then:

(Rom 15:1-7 NLT)  "We may know that these things make no difference, but we cannot just go ahead and do them to please ourselves. We must be considerate of the doubts and fears of those who think these things are wrong. {2} We should please others. If we do what helps them, we will build them up in the Lord. {3} For even Christ didn't please himself. As the Scriptures say, "Those who insult you are also insulting me." {4} Such things were written in the Scriptures long ago to teach us. They give us hope and encouragement as we wait patiently for God's promises. {5} May God, who gives this patience and encouragement, help you live in complete harmony with each other--each with the attitude of Christ Jesus toward the other. {6} Then all of you can join together with one voice, giving praise and glory to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. {7} So accept each other just as Christ has accepted you; then God will be glorified."

Keeping an eye on the quakes

This is not normal:

If you have been paying attention, you will notice that they have changed the legend below, a 2.5 is now the size of a one, a few months ago.

Now let's look At a more detailed map…   

I will blow it up just a little bit ….

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Death is not an Option

Inspired on 09/23/2011

This human body has an expiration date. Absolutely nothing we do will change that. No matter how hard we work at it, no matter how hard we try to extend our life here on this earth; when that day comes; it comes.

A healthy survival instinct is good; since we have and enemy that prowls around like a lion, seeking to destroy us. But we can be blessed in knowing that if we fall in the fight, we will awaken in a place where there is no death;  where there is no disease, suffering, or injury… not just for 50, 80, or even 100 years… but for all eternity; forever and always.

Isn’t it wonderful, that death is not an option for those of us that believe.

Do we compromise our eternity to please this dying flesh; do we give in to the longing of living; giving it sweet names, like the bucket list. Just to satisfy those final few years we have left in our earthly freedoms, or lives; in this capsule of flesh and bone?

Or do we start storing up our treasures in heaven, where we will always have them.

The Day Death Didn’t Matter Anymore

After a lifetime in church, we come to that day when we find or recognize our freedoms in Christ (The Anointing) . We look in the mirror, or someone happens by with one, and for the first time we actually see the man, or woman, God has been creating for the last 40 to 50 years.  Gradually we…  you start feeling a stir inside, a longing to leave the nest.

Completely against the laws of organized religion; against everything you learned and believed; you step out of the nest. Or maybe, just maybe, something happened to push you out of the nest.  And maybe, for the first time in your life, you feel your own air under your wings; we come to know as Gods Love, Mercy and Grace; like we have never known it. 

Suddenly the grass seems green’er, and the sky seems blue’er . You realize how free we are in the anointing and grace of God; under the blood Jesus shed for us.

But as Paul wrote, our freedoms may not be the same as others, and we should be very careful, as to not cause a brother or sister to fall… I believe that God, in His love and maybe even extended mercy, is bringing us old warriors and watchmen together; to see each other and connect; outside the usual organized religious forums. He is pressing us to carry His anointing, out of the confines of the church building; to the coffee shops, bike paths, and places our imagination has not even dreamed of yet.

If you are the sort that needs labels. I’m talking about the old fashion disciples, missionaries, prophets and the like… Men and women God has anointed and risen up, and sent out, into the world… into places they could never hope to enter wearing that Sunday suit, Smile, Haircut, and attitude. 

Some will step out of the nest and crash. Some will survive the initial flight, and others will be lifted back into the nest. If you think being a labeled Christian in church is hard, wait until you are out here, a labeled Believer.

Now don’t get all weird with all the semantics, because I’m doing my best to keep this short, a blog, not a book. 

I got my scooter and away I went.  I was headed for the foot bridge behind Valley River Mall; why?  I have no idea .  I hadn't been on the east river bike path yet, and whoa! it is nice.  Right past the Delta Ponds and up river.  This is what I found...

North-west
I thought for sure I took a south picture...

Anyway, here is my scooter. 
 

My Wheels  Believe it or not, its easier to buzz around on this than to try and get in and out of my car.  Anyway... I sat & prayed a while.  Enjoyed the sun... Visited the mall... and zipped home.  Still do not know why I just had to go to that bridge.

Do You Remember that Day?

Easter 1965... I can remember it like it was yesterday.  Mom was dressed in a peach colored Easter dress with a little 1960s matching hat.  Of course I was wearing my Easter suit and tie.  my dad always insisted that us boys should be wearing our slacks sport-coat and tie when in public, with school being the only exception.

We were in a little Baptist Church in Tacoma, Washington, and we were sitting third row center.  It was the most amazing morning in the history of the world, as far as I was concerned. It was like something had taken hold of my insides and was pulling me to my feet. The preacher was preaching in a soft voice, and his words floated around my head.  I couldn't help myself, when I started to stand up, mid service. I felt like I was floating up and out of my body, and if I didn't get my feet under me, I would surely fall over. Mom grabbed me and told me to sit down; but the lady next to her grabbed her arm and pointed to the isle.   As I stood, about five other people stood up and we just started walking toward the front.  

The preacher just stopped... he said, "who are we to mess with God's timing". He then asked if there was anyone else that felt the tug... three more people made their way forward.

The Choir scrambled to get into place... 

They started singing about the old rugged Cross; 

and I broke down to my knees crying.

An old man I had never met, knelt beside me and we cried together.  I wasn't quite 10 years old yet, and I already had the weight of the world, on my shoulders.  I wasn't quite 10 years old and yet and I was thoroughly educated in the many ways that pain can be inflicted upon the human body. I honestly could not feel my feet on the floor when that old guy took me to the back room where they kept all the choir robs. The release of all that pressure/weight on me was overwhelming.  He stayed right there with me and let me destroy his suit jacket.  I do not know where the hours went, but suddenly it was evening service and I was standing in the baptism tank.

I was pretty sure, even at that age, that I was going to die soon; and I wanted to be sure to go to heaven when I did. As that preacher layed be back in the water I felt something else; a warmth filling me from the inside out.  I thought I was on my way to heaven that very moment.  I thought Jesus had rescued me from my life.  It felt like I was under that water forever, but alas I came back up.  I looked at the preacher and he had a very strange look on his face... he started shaking and he followed me out of the tank.  For the life of me cannot remember the words he said.  I can see his lips moving, I remember the scene to this day, but I do not hear the words.

It has been my Hope... The one thing I look forward to... The day I feel Jesus hug me and welcome me home...

That was 45 years ago... and again this morning I caught myself praying... "Jesus, do you remember that day?"

I guess I just wanted to do feel nine years old again. To feel that one moment in my life when there was no fear or pain.

Sometimes all we need to do is remember...

By Their Fruits

The Question was asked: "Just wondering... Do you think: What you say, what you wear, music you blare from your vehicle or places you frequent reflect the real you? What is your opinion on this one folks?"

Well... There is this verse in the bible where Jesus addresses an issue likened to this:

(Mat 11:17-19 NLT)  "'We played wedding songs, and you weren't happy, so we played funeral songs, but you weren't sad.' {18} For John the Baptist didn't drink wine and he often fasted, and you say, 'He's demon possessed.' {19} And I, the Son of Man, feast and drink, and you say, 'He's a glutton and a drunkard, and a friend of the worst sort of sinners!' But wisdom is shown to be right by what results from it.""

Summer of 2001

I was standing on a foot bridge overlooking a popular park here in Eugene... and whoa!  There was a boom-box blaring and the whole scene looked like a hippie commune from 1970.  Nekked girls and all...  I was disgusted and said, "Dear Lord, get me out of here (Eugene)"

 I was leaning on the rail and the Holy Spirit barked at me like a Drill Sergent and said, "Stand up straight and look out there" referring to the whole park; "I love everyone of those people; I died for them; and I expect you to do the same". 

A week later I was out of food and looking around for something to pawn. When this ragged individual knocked on my door... She smelled like a brewery, she looked like something you would find behind a dumpster... "Here she said, God told me and my friends to bring you food" They carried in 5 bags of groceries. Since then, I have been 100% dependent on God for everything. AND... He never sends me anything via the churches around here. You have never been humbled until a single mom, with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth, knocks on your door and hands you her last $5.00 ... I had to learn the hard way... to not judge a person by what they look like or where they are... I have a million stories about that ... I go by... the fruits...  What happened.. what changed.. what magnificent thing is God doing in the wake of that persons life ?  

Matt 7 is a good chapter to read:

(Mat 7:17-23 NLT)  "A healthy tree produces good fruit, and an unhealthy tree produces bad fruit. {18} A good tree can't produce bad fruit, and a bad tree can't produce good fruit. {19} So every tree that does not produce good fruit is chopped down and thrown into the fire. {20} Yes, the way to identify a tree or a person is by the kind of fruit that is produced. {21} "Not all people who sound religious are really godly. They may refer to me as 'Lord,' but they still won't enter the Kingdom of Heaven. The decisive issue is whether they obey my Father in heaven. {22} On judgment day many will tell me, 'Lord, Lord, we prophesied in your name and cast out demons in your name and performed many miracles in your name.' {23} But I will reply, 'I never knew you. Go away; the things you did were unauthorized.'"

Sheesh, I should blog on this issue... LOL.. I could really go on this subject.. 

I Toss and Turn:

I read this, this morning... It hit me in a very personal place. To be looked upon differently; to be judged differently; to wake up one day and find myself on the other side of that glass wall; unable to get around without a mobility scooter 90% of the time; and remembering the days when I was a athlete; sportsman; and even considered a candidate to run for public office.  

 

It can happen to anyone... FLASH ! BANG! ... in minutes everything about you and your life can change.  NEVER think, it couldn't happen to you.  

I Tossed and Turned: Look Me In The Eye

Story Courtesy of Rick Dancer Media Services

I didn’t sleep much last night. I tossed and turned, rocked and rolled. Moments of my day found their way from my memory into my consciousness and I couldn’t shake them.

I started my day with my favorite people, the clients of Full Access, Oregon Supported Living Program and Look Me In The Eye. We kicked off the month of September by proclaiming it “Look Me In The Eye” month.

Almost every city in Lane County made the proclamation. As did, Coos Bay, North Bend, Sutherlin, Roseburg and Albany.

Even many of our local school districts joined in.

We held a press conference to tell the world but only one radio station showed up. It doesn’t matter because our message is still loud, it’s clear and it’s so important it will spread through people like you.

As I looked out over the crowd of clients, staff, chamber members, politicians and interested community members I thought back three years ago when none of this existed.

I watched clients smile as we also dedicated a new elevator we put on our building. Not many people get excited over an elevator but we do because access is in our name and it’s what we are all about.

I watched my brother in law Chip Diehm as he saw people paying attention to him. He, and those like him were the focus of the day.

I was thinking to myself, this is probably the best thing I’ve ever been involved with. I was getting a little choked up as I thought of the importance of our message and those it aims to free.

All of the sudden I hear Eugene Mayor Kitty Piercy say: “I’d also like to thank Rick Dancer for all his hard work and passion on this campaign.” She looked at me in the eye and smiled and I nearly lost it.

Her thank you was genuine. It wasn’t scripted. No one told the mayor to say it she just understands my heart for this issue and my passion for these people.

I thank you Mayor Piercy for your kind words. I thank you and the other mayors and school districts for seeing value in those we represent.

The day ended in front of the 4j school board where Amelia Abel joined me to explain Look Me In The Eye to the board. I watched my friend Amelia as she took her pain from behind a face that hides her ability and instead reveals her disability. I saw tears in the eyes of a few board members as she talked of her loneliness and her inability to change that.

We have the power to open doors for Amelia and others like her. There is a glass wall separating us and it is ours to open and folks we really must shatter the glass now.

Before the sun came up this morning I was driving to my usual running place when a song came on about a lonely girl. I started to cry, not just tears but cries with actual noise attached. I needed to let that out. I needed to remind myself that this is so important.

As I ran around the Walterville Pond I started shouting out loud. I was just cheering. Don’t worry there are no people around at that hour of day so I’m not wearing a straight jacket as I write this.  I think I’m finding my purpose hidden in the heart of the people around me.

When you see someone you don’t understand whether disabled, a person of color or someone who is gay or lesbian, take the time to simply look them in the eye and you will discover the only thing you see is that they are human and that they matter.

Dying for Lack of Knowledge

If you you were tagged at FaceBook, its because I really do value your opinion on the following. 

Most people like to think of God as daddy. And in a lot of situations He does just that; steps in and takes a loving place in our circumstances.    But then there are those times He steps up and declares His father place in our lives.  

As we have seen throughout history and in every written manuscript about Him; He deals with us according to our faith, or maturity. Stanley Tam wrote a great and somewhat scary book called Gods Wood Shed. It explains the wood shed very well; How you got there, and how to get out. 

Questions to Consider:

• So... Have we ever awaken, to find ourselves in the wood shed; and maybe not alone?  
• How often does He catch us walking the line, testing and testing just how far we could go ?  
• Have we allowed Philosophy; Doctrine; Economics; Business 101; Psychology 101; Greed; The Moment; to replace the written word in our hearts. 

(Reposted with Permission)

Dying for Lack of Knowledge

TGIF Today God Is First Volume 1 by Os Hillman

Wednesday, September 07 2011

"The Lord's anger burned against Uzzah, and He struck him down because he had put his hand on the ark. So he died there before God." 1 Chronicles 13:10

A business friend of mine confessed that he did not like to read. He found it a difficult discipline. I replied, "If you do not commit yourself to knowing what is in God's Word and following it, you will fail to know and experience God. God's Word is life to our souls. It provides knowledge that leads to life." The prophet Hosea tells us, "My people are destroyed from lack of knowledge. Because you have rejected knowledge, I also reject you as My priests; because you have ignored the law of your God, I also will ignore your children" (Hos. 4:6).

God has given us His Word that has specific laws and principles that must be followed if we expect His blessing. King David forgot to follow one of those laws related to the ark. "...But they must not touch the holy things or they will die..." (Num. 4:15). When they were transporting the ark, Uzzah innocently reached to steady the ark but was immediately stricken dead when his hands touched the ark of God. Did David know this law or did he simply forget? Did Uzzah know this law? If so, did he really believe it? David thought it was okay to carry the ark the way Uzzah did. A man lost his life for his presumption.

Many workplace believers I know take God's Word lightly. They believe they can violate His Word without consequence. This is not true; the Lord stands by to uphold His Word. It can be life, or it can bring death. When God provides instructions, we need to follow them.

Knowing this about God brings a healthy fear of the Lord. "David was afraid of God that day and asked, 'How can I ever bring the ark of God to me?' " (1 Chron. 13:12) We must all have a fearful respect of God's Word. For truly, it is life or death. Do you take God's Word seriously? Is it life or death for you? Do you feed upon His Word daily so that you might know Him and know His precepts? Feed upon this knowledge and be blessed of God.

Going Against the Flow

I got this via email this morning... I instantly felt that I should repost it to FB. Decades ago God called me to stand in a place that was unknown to me, at the time. Young, full of faith and power, I answered the call.  My peers thought I had gone insane, and attributed my physical disabilities to being out of Gods will. It didn't take long for me to figure out that if not for the injuries, and the place they took me, I could not get to where God really wanted me. Is it tough at times, you better believe it is.  But it was the only way I could safely get outside the box and touch the forgotten. Anyway, here is the morning devotional from Os ... can you relate?

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Going Against the Flow

TGIF Today God Is First Volume 1 by Os Hillman

Monday, August 29 2011

"But the whole assembly talked about stoning them." Numbers 14:10a

Have you ever had to stand up against the majority for a cause that wasn't popular? God brought the Israelites out of Egypt and promised He would lead them into a land of milk and honey. The process of moving out of Egypt was difficult. They could no longer do things the old way, for the old ways didn't work in the desert. God provided for them during this journey. But there came a point in which the people forgot what God had said. Their discomfort changed their belief about God.

Whenever God is slow to answer our prayers, what we believe about God is revealed. Do we change our plans and move in a different direction when pressure mounts? Or do we continue on the path God has directed for us? Four men believed what God said and were willing to stand; however, the crowd wanted to stone them.

Then Moses and Aaron fell face-down in front of the whole Israelite assembly gathered there. Joshua son of Nun and Caleb son of Jephunneh, who were among those who had explored the land, tore their clothes and said to the entire Israelite assembly, "The land we passed through and explored is exceedingly good. If the Lord is pleased with us, He will lead us into that land, a land flowing with milk and honey, and will give it to us. Only do not rebel against the Lord. And do not be afraid of the people of the land, because we will swallow them up. Their protection is gone, but the Lord is with us. Do not be afraid of them." But the whole assembly talked about stoning them. Then the glory of the Lord appeared at the Tent of Meeting to all the Israelites (Numbers 14:5-10).

Notice Joshua and Caleb's response to the situation. They had spied the land. They believed God. They challenged the crowd. They seemed to know that if the Lord was not pleased with them they would not enter into the Promised Land. Those who grumbled did not enter the Promised Land. Only Joshua and Caleb and a new generation saw the fulfillment of God's promise.

Has God called you to stand for a cause bigger than yourself? You will have opposition to His call; sometimes it even comes from those in your own camp. But if God has called you, then you can be sure He will make a way. He has already opened the way before you. But you must walk in faith, joined with Him to take the land. "...Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go" (Joshua 1:9).

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A Little Bit About Greg

Okay, I will put it in writing, though I have always said I wouldn't... But It will be easier to point at this blog than to tell it over and over again.  I'll be 55 in a few days... and hopes of ever being in a relationship have faded away.  I've been told over and over to not post or tell anyone I'm disabled as long as I can cover it up... especially if I ever hoped I would date again. But what the heck... here is a brief overview.  So I will just let it flow out... here we go! 


Over and over, my entire life, I begged God for a single profession. So I could establish an identity. So when people asked I could say.. I'm a carpenter... or a program coordinator... But no, every time I tried to lock into a profession, something would happen and I was into something new. Maintenance and remodeling worked good because I could use a multitude of gifts and talents all at once... then the accident... and bingo !  

NOW.... I'm into the computer and the internet. Just as my web business started taking off... BINGO!  Heart attack... then infection... boom.. another heart attack... open heart surgery... another infection... just as I'm starting to feel better BINGO!

Cut cut cut ... I loose half my colon to what they thought was cancer. And something happened to my leg along the way, and I now need a mobility scooter. All this since 2007... and the kids club is now gone, the computer lab gone, my website business.. POOF! gone.  

And Here we go again...

I'm not even counting the 9 surgeries I had before 2006... and the unidentifiable auto immune disorder. Yet, the CAT scans and tests, say I'm doing pretty darn good; and I'm not even on any heart meds anymore. Never did have high blood presure, or any of the usual heart stuff that tends to bring on an attack. 

I live it pain everyday. My skeletal structure, by bones, do not look real good on xrays. After I had put on 40lbs from the RA treatments I finally get into see a rheumatologist and I do not have RA... but I have Fibromyalgia and Polymyalgia ... Sucks Hey !   I still think the doctors just reach into a bag and pull out a name when they just don't know why your SED rate hovers between 60 and 90... and life hurts...

My life has been more like living four different lives in 10 year increments.  When change would come, it did so in a big way, completely changing everything.  Keeping me 100% dependent on God and his provisions.  Now it seems my creative side, poems, photography, writing... ect... just turned off. 

When I pray and ask God why I have to know so many things, he replies, "For a day that has not come yet..."  Thats it.. no details...  100% faith... in a day that has not come yet.  LOL.. Never imagine that God does not have a sense of humor. 


It feels really weird posting this... 


Greg

We walked alone

We walk alone, my muse and I

In the twilight of any day.

The night birds keep their distance,           
     honoring my time to pray...

So alone am I,

No more human love,

Only my muse and I,         
     and visions from above.

My muse, my Lord

My only true friend.

Hear my heart, my Words;              
     I am lonely again.

Silent is my world,

The children's laughter has died.

It was another season in my life,       
     another season I cried...

My hope is in another day,

A season ... brand new

Another season to fight,

     another season with you...

We walk alone,

In the twilight of the day.

The night birds brought me comfort,           
     as I walked this path and prayed.

Comfort me my friend,

In the darkness of this night,

This old warrior is tired;           
           the birds have taken flight...