The End OF All Being Is The Glory OF God

The end of all being is the Glory of God. We were made for His honor, His glory and His fellowship with Him. Then In the Garden of Eden man betrayed Him; Our Creator, Friend, Brother, Master, God and Lord. When we betrayed Him the consequences of our injustice was banishment from the one whom we had betrayed.
The Lord wanting our return fellowship with Him sought a way for redemption a substitute for our punishment. For we mankind could not save ourselves neither could we not substitute for each other for we were all guilty of the same crime and had the same punishment; no work that we might do could atone or undo the crime and punishment. The only way we could be saved was for a substitute, a perfect substitute, one that had no sin.
God the Father sent down His Son Jesus to this earth as a man, a perfect man as he was not made of man, to be tempted like us. And as a man who can be tempted like us, He “the Son of God” remained holy that He “a man of flesh” being tempted as a man of flesh might die on the cross giving man salvation a gift to all who will believe that we might once again be able to glorify, honor and fellowship with our Creator and now Savior.

Why do we witness? We witness for the honor and glory of God, so that people will see what God has done for others and us.

“Will not the Judge of all the earth do right…? The heathen are lost and they are going to hell not because they haven’t heard the gospel. They are going to hell because they are sinners who LOVE THEIR SIN and because the deserve hell. But I didn’t send you out there for them. I didn’t send you out there for their sakes. I didn’t send you out there for the sake of the heathen. I sent you out there for my sake. They deserved hell but I loved them and I endured the agonies of hell for them. I didn’t send you out there for them. I sent you out there for Me. Do I not deserve the reward of My suffering? Do I not deserve those for whom I died? “

“Witnessing isn’t trying to convince good people that he is in trouble with a bad God but to tell bad people that they deserve the wrath of a good God.”

By the Grace of God

Excerpts take from a video entitled the Revival Hymn found at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwbps9k5

Stand Up

Stand Up

There is a saying, ” a man who doesn’t believe in something will fall for anything”
If we don’t defend what we believe in we might as well not believe in it.

Forgiving Myself

I have found that the hardest person to forgive is not the person who wronged me but forgiving myself. there is a belief when a man or a women hurts someone, mentally, spiritually, emotionally or physically they hurt themselves worse. have ever heard in movies a soldier say, “every time i kill someone a little of me dies to.”
The reason there is so little love and respect in the world today is that people hate and disrespect themselves so much. when I hated myself and held myself in contempt this is what I showed others and others showed me. And the longer this goes on the more I will despise myself and others. its called a vicious circle.
The end of this cycle is the forgiveness of myself and others then asking their forgiveness for my anger and spite.

Society

I was watching a movie the other day and I saw a scene where a couple were at a picnic. The girl’s “date”, a practical stranger, get up and goes for some more refreshments, food and coffee. A few moments or minutes after the “date” leave an inebriated fellow, a drunken picnicker, comes up and starts trying to kiss her. Her date returns sets down the the refreshments and promptly knocks out the fresh inebriated fellow. the Lady looks at her Hero, now a wonderful stranger, and asks, “wasn’t that man a friend of yours?” The hero replies, “Yes.” the Lady asks, “why did you knock him out?” the hero answers, ” Cas I got mad.” and she asks, “Why” and the hero say’s “Cas I got mad thats all.” getting a little uncomfortable with this line of questioning the hero says, “Well haven’t you had two guys fight over you before?” and she replies, “Over me yes, but never for me.” (in other word, “this is the first time a man has done this for me”)
Two things happen here. number one is that he gave her what she needed: protection and a hero. two she gave him what he needed: acknowledgment and acceptance of his deed.

The problem with society today is that the “men” are not Man enough to fulfill their responsibilities towards the women and the “women” are not Women enough to accept the deeds of responsibility done toward them.

Katherina

KATHARINA

Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow,
And dart not scornful glances from those eyes,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor:
It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads,
Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds,
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty;
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee,
And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land,
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe;
And craves no other tribute at thy hands
But love, fair looks and true obedience;
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes the prince
Even such a woman oweth to her husband;
And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will,
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love and obey.
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great, my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word and frown for frown;
But now I see our lances are but straws,
Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare,
That seeming to be most which we indeed least are.
Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot,
And place your hands below your husband’s foot:
In token of which duty, if he please,
My hand is ready; may it do him ease.

vail your stomach (“to lower ones pride.”)
no boot (“no advantage, no use, in delay or refusal”)

Some people would say that Shakespeare wrote with “tongue in cheek” when he wrote this but I’m not so sure. If you read carefully Shakespeare wrote down the duties of both sexs not just the women who where being addressed.

The Garden

As my horse trotted wearily up the road, I could see the walls of a beautiful garden ahead. Outside the gate was an equally beautiful woman. At the sound of my greeting, she turned and dropped a curtsey. “Good sir…good morning.”

I looked at her, and then at the garden walls extending out to the right and left. Behind her was the Garden gate.

I said, “I am very thirsty … for something clean.”

She smiled, and her smile made me thirstier still. But she said nothing.

“Is there water here?” is asked.

“There is a stream within my garden.” Her statement was simply a statement of fact; there was no invitation at all in it.

I asked, “May I come in and drink?”

“No.” she said. “The lord of my mother’s garden does not permit that.”

“Why is this? Other women have let me drink from the gardens that they tend.” I glanced at the fruit-laden branches which were visible over the top of the garden wall. “You have a lovely Garden but those who let me drink had gardens just as beautiful.

She laughed at this, and hers laugh was merry indeed.

“I have no doubt that you have been in some lovely gardens. But was the water clean?”

“No” I said, and in spite of myself, turned my head and looked down. She continued with a question. “Is that why you are no longer in the gardens tended by these women?”

I was ashamed so I did not answer her. Instead I looked past her into the garden. The path through the gate disappeared after a few feet, leaving the view of anyone on the road.

“It seems like a shame for such a garden to go to waste.”

She seemed both puzzled and amused. “How does it go to waste?”

“Does any man drink form your stream?”

“No, but no man fouls it either.”

“But is that not a waste? Was not your stream made to quench the thirst of travelers?”

“I’m afraid you are seriously mistaken. It was made to quench the thirst, not of travelers, but of the lord of the garden.”

“Oh,” I said, “This garden has a lord?”

“No,” she said

“Then I don’t understand. Are you speaking in riddles?”

She smiled, “no, I do not. The garden will one day have a lord, although it does not yet. The stream is for him alone.”

“And who will you lord be?

“When my mother’s lord gives a blessing, the one whom I appoint.”

“How can the lesser appoint the greater?”

“How can it not be so? When my lord comes, I will grant to him my garden. But until I do, he is just another traveler.”

“And what do you look for? I am sure there are many who knock at your gate.’

At this she blushed slightly but looked straight at me. “I will not have a lord who does not have a lord himself—my lord must have taken an oath of fealty to the Landlord.”

“The Landlord? Who is he?”

“He is the owner of all the gardens along this road. In order to come in to my garden, my lord must take an oath before the Landlord to tend the garden well. He must also swear that he will enter no other garden.”

I had never heard such words as these before. How long must he stay out of other gardens?”

“Forever.”

“But what if he is born to travel?”

“Then he is not born for my garden.”

“I see,” I said, becoming a little angry. “Then why have I never heard of such an oath? I have been in many gardens.”

“Yes, you said that before. But was the water clean? Where the gardens tended? That is what happens when there is no oath.”

“So that is all? If someone takes an oath before this Landlord, you will make them your lord?

“No.”

“Well what else then?”

“There are many men who think they can tend my garden as well, and who would be willing to swear an oath before the Landlord saying so, But that does not mean that my mother’s lord, or I, Share their confidence.”

What do you mean?”

“I mean that I know the extent of the garden. I have a knowledge of it that cannot be gained from the road. But no man can share that knowledge until after I have made him my lord and husband. So I must have the measure of the man before.”

“So what must a man do? I seems like much work.”

She smiled once again. “There is much work. There is also much fruit.”

“So what must a man do?

“The first thin is to—”

“Yes, I know. He must swear to the Landlord. But after?

“He must return to me, and ask to see my mother’s Lord.”

“And what would he say?”

“That Depends on the man.” At this parting comment, she turned and walked slowly back into the garden, pulling the gate closed behind her. I spurred my horse, which began to trot down the road, I did not know what to think, but I needed to find this Landlord.

Dear Irish Boy

Dear Irish Boy

It amazes me that with so much beauty around us and so many things to be thankful for that so many people are at each others throats; and why in the world are we getting rid of or allowing the disposing of the “little irish boys and girls” before they come into this world or shortly after.

Cherish

Cherish

Children are so Precious.

God Is My Refuge

God Is My Refuge

Why do we constantly fight are way through life? Come unto me all ye who are heavy laden and I will give you reast

A Womens’ Speech

And now if you would let me I would like to speak as a girl to the girls here this afternoon. I know if you boys will listen they’ll listen too. I’m just as sure that the reason that they have been just as rude and silly as you’ve been is because they have the mistaken idea that you’ve wanted them to be.
I never thought much about being a girl until two years ago when I learned from a man what a wonderful thing it is to be a woman. Until that Sunday morning I considered my self lucky living in the twenty first century. The century of progress and emancipation but I forgotten that the emancipation of woman really began with Christianity. When a girl, a very young girl, received the greatest honor in history she was chosen to be the mother of the Savior of the world and when her son grew up and began to teach His way of life He ushered woman into a new place of human relations. He accorded her dignity she never known before and crowded her with such glory that down through the ages she was revered, protected and loved. Men wanted to think of her as different from them selves better made of finer more delicate clay. It remained for the twentieth century, the century of progress, to pull her down from her throne. She wanted equality for nineteen hundred years she had known, she had not been equal she had been superior. To be equal nineteen hundred years she had known, she had not been equal she had been superior. To be equal with man naturally she had to step down. Now being equal with men she has all their “rights” and “privileges”: the right to swear, the right to smoke, the right to work like a man, to think like a man, to be treated like a man. We’ve won all this but how can we feel so triumphant when men no longer feel as romantic about us as they did about our grandmothers; when we’ve lost something as…as hard to describe as the haunting wistful fragrance of violets, the beauty of a sunset or a boy and girl in love. Of course these thoughts are not my original thoughts there the thoughts I heard that Sunday morning. But from them some thoughts of my own where born and conclusions reached that some where reached, that some where along the line we women got of the track. Poets have become immortal by remembering on paper a girls smile, but I’ve never read a poem rhapsodizing over a girl’s giggles at a smutty joke or a man brag that his sweetheart or his wife could drink as much as he and could become just as intoxicated, I’ve never hear a man say a women’s mouth was prettier with a cigarette hanging out of it or that her hair smelled divinely of stale tobacco.

This speech was made in the movie A Man Called Peter by Jean Peters