Hellow World….Spiritual Depth Precepts #7

Hellow World….Spiritual Depth Precepts #7.

Hellow World….Spiritual Depth Precepts #7

It was a true confession of faith. He had become a ‘head’ after all these years. I watched my little brother go from a drunk, with occasional puffs of the plant everyone says is not addictive after that encounter in his car to a man of God who touched no alcohol, no drugs of any kind  to a praying, bible reading, church attending in love with Jesus ‘head’ in his class leaving his friends behind to run with new friends who loved the Father like he did. I listened to him pray and love his wife who also became a learner in the Word who went with him and stopped all the stuff she was into looking for a new life with him.

They were faithful for two years to one church. They loved completely each other like newlyweds and then they moved to Florida. When he got to Florida, he couldn’t find a job right away and he couldn’t find a church like he had attended before. He told me over the phone, “most churches don’t preach the Word, they tell storys  about the Word and what is going on in their lives”.  I told him to keep looking… One afternoon when they had gone out to eat, he developed a bad headache and got sick. She told him she would take him to the hospital and he said no. But on the way home, he passed out in the car and she took him directly to the hospital where he was diagnosed with a brain aneurism that caused his death 3 days later.

He was buried beside dad 5 days later at age 36.

Faithful is the Lord in all things…



Hello World….Exploring Spiritual Depth Precepts…#6

…..I knew he was having his first conversation with my Father and that he was entering into the new life that was there all the time for him. Three months later he died of a massive heart attack.  God is faithful.

Mom, who had joined a church when I was 6 or 7 years old, a ‘tail’ believing she was a ‘head’, was devastated by dad’s sudden death.  She was in denial from the day I had to explain to her what happened and for almost five years. She dropped out of all family gathering, she wanted no part in any holiday gatherings, and as far as us kids were concerned, ‘take care of yourself’ and leave me out of this~  We did and missed a lot of fun things together because she could not bring herself to believe Dad was gone for good. She never remarried or had anything to do with another man. She continued to work until she retired at age 65. Then she came back to us. We began to have Christmas at home again, Thanksgiving Dinner’s together and birthday parties at her house. She began to take care of her great grand children and do things with them. We were all glad for the transition, but it still was not the same. She never went to Church after dad died. She said it wasn’t necessary any more. One of my nephews, who was the life of all parties and the more good-hearted child growing up became her pet project. Whatever he needed, where ever he needed to go, a home? come live with me, Life came back into her and she began to take care of the other grandkids too.  We watched the change and began to see a strange thing…She didn’t care what bad thing any of the grandchildren did –it was alright with her. Drinking, drugs, drunk as a skunk, No discipline to any  of them, not even a word that it was wrong.. When I tried to talk to her about it, she gave me the ‘it is none of your business’ speech — I could not believe what I was seeing and hearing. A mom who was so disciplined with us now letting her grandchildren run wild and giving them money to do it with???? I prayed for wisdom but found that I could not keep my mouth shut. I became the outcast of the family because I wanted everyone on the same page…no drinking, no drugs. Happy family.

Years past and my younger sister, all her children, their friends… drinking and drugs.   My dead brothers children, drinking and drugs.  This was going to take a lot of prayer because it seemed that the family curse was being reaped like a whirlwind. Mom said she didn’t approve of the way they were acting but she was not going to interfere in their lives Prayer was the only way I had to go.  So I prayed. I prayed for 15 years and then a suddenly happened to the family. The most beloved grandchild who was an alcoholic and drug addict went to rehab for the 5th time and got saved while in rehab. I had spent years talking to him about Jesus and who He was and what He could do to make his life better and on this trip to re-hab, they met face to face. He came out of rehab with a word for me. An apology for all the things he had said about  me and to me in reference to the Lord. His testimony was beautiful and I was so happy for him. It was a true confession of faith. He had become a ‘head’ after all these years.

Tomorrow continued with his testimony of heads……

Hellow World….Spiritual Depth Precept #5

One year later he became a ‘head’ on his way home from work when the Lord appeared to him as a passenger in his car and told him, “Today is the day of salvation, Choose this day Whom you will serve.”  My brother called me and told me this story:  “I was driving home from work, when beside me in the passenger seat of my car, a man appeared dressed in white who spoke in a gentle tone and told me that He was the Lord Christ Jesus and He was giving me a choice today to choose life or choose death. He told me all about myself and that today was the day of salvation and I should repent and give my life to Him and He would give me new life. My brother said it scared him so bad that he ran off the road into a field but there was no harm to him or his car. He said he just sat there with his head on the steering wheel looking at the man beside him who did not look anything like the pictures painted of Jesus…. but the voice was gentle and kind and the eyes were looking into his soul and he knew he knew this was the saviour of the world. He said, “Lord, what?” and the man said, ‘Repent and believe that IAM the one who will come into your heart and give you new life and I will.” He said, “I repent and I do believe you.” He said suddenly he felt this weight lift off him and he got out of the car and ran into the field crying and jumping and shouting, “I’m saved, I’m saved, I’m saved”. He said, “when I got back to the car, no one was there and I thought, OH MY LORD< How am I going to get the car out of this field and back on the road and get home?”  and a voice told him to get in the car and start the motor and back up. He said he did and the car just went back in the same tracks and upon the road as easy as pie. He told me he drove home and told his wife what happened and she just looked at him like he was crazy and said, “Sure you are!” He told me he finally convinced her and that on Sunday they were going to start going to church and they did. He became a new man who stopped drinking, stop drugs began reading his bible and attending church until the day he died.

The young man who thought he was living in hell after Viet Nam got saved and became a new creation….heads after spending years as ‘tails’.

Daddy who was tails has his own story. He was a good man, who had a family, worked hard to support his wife and four kids. He never set foot in a church and didn’t want his wife and kids to go to church….but he was a good man who took care of his family and help people in need with money and his time and whatever he could do to help them out, he would. He cussed, drank some, smoked a lot, lied, cheated on his wife occasionally, but he was basically a good man. He never killed anybody, he never did drugs, he didn’t break the law, drove faster than the speed limit many times, but a good man….if you know what I mean.

At the age of 62 he came to see me,  his oldest daughter,  who had become a ‘head’ at age 25. I was washing dishes on this beautiful spring morning with all the doors open when he made his way into my home. I looked up and he was standing in my kitchen smiling at me saying, “I need to talk to you if you got time.” I said, ‘sure daddy. Let me finish these dishes and I will sit down with you. Have a seat.” He mumbled something and walked back into the living room. He came back in a moment and said, “Oh, never mind. I will talk to you later when you ain’t busy.” and turned to leave.  I grabbed a towel to dry my hands and he was already out the front door, going down the walk-way before I got to him. I called and asked him to come back so we could sit on the porch and talk. He turned around and grimaced. “Naw, you are too busy and I need to get back home. Your mama will be wondering where I am.”  I said, “dad, just come sit on the step and tell me what’s up.” He smiled and said, “I just need you to tell me how to find this same Jesus you know so I can, can yuh, you know…. and don’t look at me while I talk and I don’t know how too, you know…just turn your head and don’t look at  me!”

I smiled and told him to come sit on the top step and I would sit on the bottom step and I would tell him all he needed to know to get saved. He said, “I don’t know how to pray.” I told him he didn’t have to pray, all he had to do was talk to God and tell him how he felt and repent and believe that Jesus died for his sins…ask God to forgive him and then ask Jesus to come into his heart and he would be saved.”  He said, “You pray and I will say what you say.” and I began to pray the sinners prayer. He began to pray after me, word for word and when I stopped praying – he kept on confessing all he had done and I turned and looked at him. Tears were running down his face and his eyes were closed and he kept telling God all about his life and what he had done…..I knew he was having his first conversation with my Father and that he was entering into the new life that was there all the time for him. Three months later he died of a massive heart attack.  God is faithful.

to be continued….

Hello World….Spiritual Depth Precept # 4

Hello World….Spiritual Depth Precept # 4.

Hello World….. Spiritual Depth Precept #3

 I was nineteen when I got my first taste of someone witnessing about something they did not even understand themselves.

My whole family were ‘tails’. None of us went to church, sunday school or watched religious stuff on the TV. We didn’t even listen to the radio. My Grandmother, who lived in Alabama, was the only person  I knew that went to church. She took me once – I was 10 yrs old, when we were visiting her. We sat on hard wooden benches, listened to 5 women and 3 men sing  songs that I  couldn’t understand the words they were saying because they had such strange diction. The preacher preached like someone who couldn’t get his breath and was choking for air every breath he took. He screamed so loud while he was choking for breath…the words didn’t make sense coming out of his mouth. I thought he might die at any moment because he could not seem to get his breath. It scared me so bad  I told Granny  I didn’t want to go back because I didn’t want to see that man die. She said he would not die preaching, it was just the way he did it. I told her if I couldn’t understand anything he said,  how did she know if he was telling us the truth?  She just smiled and told me, “You will understand someday.”  Granny was a ‘head’ because she read her bible everyday and prayed for everyone she knew and for the president and the government and she said she even prayed for the people in other countries. She told me once, “Jesus is my answer”. When I asked her, “what is the question?” She just said, “It is a mystery that only each person can solve for themselves.”

My dad was a terror when it came to religion. He was put out of church at a very early age because he had some habits that church folk don’t put up with. Driving fast and drinking faster while trying to light up tobacco. He almost had a wreck each week trying to get from work to home and people knew he was coming because they could hear the tires squalling for miles. He cussed like a sailor but mom would shut that up at home because she had 4 kids to raise. She didn’t want words coming out of his mouth that we could repeat in front of her friends who didn’t cuss. Dad didn’t like preachers, churches and people who went to church. Mom went once when I was 6 years old and didn’t tell him where she was going. She went with the lady, who was ‘heads’,  next door to us and didn’t get home until 8:30 p.m.  Dad had left at dark to go look for her because he didn’t know where she went. She got back before he did and was in the process of telling us that she had joined the church with Betty next door and it was a wonderful feeling to belong to a church. This was the first time she had gone since she married daddy and the last. When he got home, he raised such cain about her going and told her she was NEVER TO GO AGAIN or else.   I don’t know what the ‘or else’ ment, but she must have, because she never went back and we never went to church again unless it was to a funeral. That is how we were all raised without church affiliation – not even on TV.

At 15 years of age, I was invited to vacation bible school by a school friend. Mother said, “OK, your dad is out-of-town this week so go with her if you want too.”  Jeannie was tails, just as I was, but in vacation bible school,  everybody just about it was tails. The church people invited everyone in the neighborhood to VBS whether you went to church or not.  It was more play time than anything else. I didn’t learn anything except how to make a popsicle stick bird house and that Jesus had 4 disciples named Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.  I believed that until I was 25 years old. My Mama was a strict “live right or I will kill you, child!” and she carried a big belt to back it up. I was such a ‘listen to me’ first-born child that whatever my mama said, it was truth and law. You did it and didn’t question or speak back at any time. I grew up obedient to all in authority over me. I told mama everything I said or did or thought and she would tell me if it was OK or not. If it was not ok, I didn’t do it. I never heard a cuss word till I was 16 years old. I didn’t have any friends that came to visit until I was 15. I never had a date until I was 16 and then it was a double date.  I had a best friend who was male that watched over me like a daddy hawk. Nobody spoke to me unless he knew who they were and what they wanted. Nobody came near me or laid a finger on my person if they wanted to live. He  told everyone, “She is a nice girl and she is going to stay that way till she gets married. So leave her alone, she is my best friend and I am looking after her and no she can’t date you. If she wants to go someplace I will take her, I will get her what she wants, when she wants it and she does not need anything from any one else.”  He never treated me with anything other than respect and care. If I wanted to go some place, all I had to do was ask. If he was busy right then, he would tell me and ask if I could wait for a little while. He took me any place I wanted to go, answered any question I asked him about anything. There was open honest discussion with me about anything I wanted to talk about. He told me men could not be trusted and not to trust anyone who asked for any favors (he explained what he ment by favors) and told me to tell him if anyone was out-of-order with their actions around me and he would set them straight.  I guess he was like a guardian angel sent to watch over me and I didn’t even realize it at the time…I thought of him like my best girl friend even though he was male and 10 years older than me. When I fell in love with my only husband of 45 years, he told me, “Have a wonderful life, I am glad you found the man of your dreams and I hope the two of you have a long and happy life together.”  He thought I had made a good choice with the man who had  asked me to marry him. My husband was tails when I married him and so was I. “Good folks lost.)

Hello World….. Exploring Spiritual Depth Precepts #2

 I picked up her bible and handed it back to her and said, “You need to study a  little more and get more comfortable with heathens than you are now so that we can’t shake you up like that. It won’t be so bad the next time you try if you know more about what you are trying to say.”  She left crying and I never forgot how sad she looked as she left…

I wondered why I had just sat there and said little to nothing. I wondered if she felt defeated in her quest to lead people where she wasn’t sure she was; and I wondered if this was the last of that…. My brother really gave it to dad for letting her in the house after she left and he asked me a direct question. “What did you mean about that remark about heathens?  You think I’m a heathen?”  I looked him directly in the eye and said, “Yes I do heathen—- Heathen’s are unbelievers and you are one and so is Dad and so am I. So don’t go getting up on your high horse and start on me, cause I know what I am talking about even though she wasn’t real sure about what she was talking about.”

“How do you know she didn’t know what she was talking about?” he queried.  I stamped my foot and turned toward him with a mean look, “She wasn’t sure how to talk to us about what she believed. I not even sure she knows what she believes. You know some people think they know but when it comes down to brass tacks they don’t have a clue.”  ‘And you do?’ my brother continued. ” I wanted to smack him up side the head! “I don’t have a clue what she believes but I know that church don’t get you saved no more that dunking in a lake gets you saved. And the reason I know that is, Granny said ‘salvation is a mystery and it only revealed by somebody name Holy Ghost.’   My brother continued, “and just what is a holy ghost, is that something like the ghost we see on tv in the movies?’ “No dummy, I don’t know what that is or even what granny was talking about, but I heard her tell Aunt M that nobody gets saved by going to the building every week or going to the lake to get dunked. You know granny knows what she is talking about. Have you ever heard her cuss or seen her drink like the rest the people we know?  No! you ain’t and won’t cause she told me – When you get the Holy Ghost, you change and you ain’t the same no more.” “SO, smarty pants, why did you call me a heathen?” Because you are! dummy!” and I left the room because I didn’t want to argue with him any longer. He was making me madder and madder and if I didn’t leave – he might wind up with a pinch to his nose.

Mom and I had sat on the porch on Sunday afternoons listening to the singing coming from the Church building next door and those people could sing. The music was wonderful and the people shouted and sang to high heaven. It lasted late into the night sometimes and Mama never got tired of listening to the music. She never went to the church but would sit for hours listening to the music coming across the street and the shouting during the service. She always made me go to bed around 9 p.m. because  of school the next morning. Mom would look teary eyed at the church sometime and say, ‘Sometimes I miss going, but your daddy……”  and I knew the reason we didn’t go to church was my daddy was a first class heathen that cussed, drank, smoked and did all kinds of stuff that mama said was going to send him to hell if he didn’t change his ways.  I was nineteen when I got my first taste of someone witnessing about something they did not even understand themselves.

Continued tomorrow…………

Hello World….. Exploring Spiritual Depth Precepts #1

How interested are you in exploring Spiritual depth? Would you say you believe half what you see and nothing of what you hear? What if I told you that according to your faith be it done to you….. I can hear you asking me      What does faith have to do with spiritual depth?   If I told you that it is the basis for all spiritual depth would you believe me?

Let us begin with researching the meaning of a couple of words.  Meanings of these words taken from  The New College Edition of the American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language. We all need to be on the same page and understand what the words mean before we begin to unlock this mystery….don’t you think?

 Depth:   1. the condition or quality of being deep. 2. the extent, measurement or dimension downward, backward or inward. 3. the middle, inner, or most remote or inaccessible part.

Precepts:  1. a rule or principal imposing a particular standard of action or conduct.

Spiritual:  1. of, relating to, consisting of, or having the nature of spirit, not tangible or material  2. of, concerned with or affecting the soul  3. of , from or pertaining to God.

Now that we all have the exact meaning of the words we are going to explore, let us begin with a question.  Are you the type person who only believes in what you can see, hear, smell, taste or feel  or are you the type person who has an understanding of faith that believes without sight and yet you can hear an inner voice speaking to you about certain things in your life?  Where shall we begin?  Why not, let us take the two together and compare between them as we go. I know that I have been and am on both sides of this coin and I know what it means to have no faith in anything and only believe what I saw, heard, smelled, tasted or felt….I know what it feels like to be on the other side of that coin and have faith, beginning with, many years ago, a little faith, that over the years has grown to where it is now….of which I will share some things that will probable knock your socks off as far as believing goes.

Let’s do the ‘heads, you are in faith’ and ‘tails, you are not in faith’. We will start with tails, not in faith first….becasue that is where I was 39 years ago, let go back to 41 years ago when my dad and brother and I were in the living room of my dad’s home and a witness came to his door and he invited her in to witness to us about her faith. You must remember that all three of us were tails at that time and she was heads…. alone she was with three tails who had no faith and no church upbringing and no bible knowledge, but lots of worldly knowledge and bold, brassy ability to give you hell if you didn’t know what you were talking about and didn’t have the answers to back it up.

She began with her name and affiliation with a local church and an invitation to visit them. Then she began to ask questions: ‘Are you saved?’  ‘From what’?, my brother asked. “You know. …”  and before she could finish, he proceeded to tell her he saved all his money and was going to buy a motorcycle soon. ….then he laughed…She said, “do any of you attend church?”  we all said “NO” at the same time and my dad began to tell her that church was for people who didn’t go fishing on Sunday’s or play golf with the guy’s like he did. She dropped her head and I almost felt guilty letting her sit there being ridiculed by my brother and father, yet I kept quite until she asked if we died were we sure where we were going and my brother told her if she was going to bring up hell she could just leave because he had just come home from hell and didn’t want to discuss it. She said, “Hell is not on this side, it is on the other side” and he proceeded to tell her that Viet Nam was hell on earth and he had just spent a little over a year in hell so not to try to tell him anything about hell. With that, I spoke up and asked her to leave before she got to crying. Tears were in her eyes as she dropped her head and said, “I’m sorry that I bothered this family. All of you have a lot to find out and I am not the one to tell you, I can see that right now.”  I picked up her bible and handed it back to her and said, “You need to study a  little more and get more comfortable with heathens than you are now so that we can’t shake you up like that. It won’t be so bad the next time you try if you know more about what you are trying to say.”  She left crying and I never forgot how sad she looked as she left…

Continued tomorrow……

Hello World……Happiness is a choice……

Hello World……Happiness is a choice…….

Hello World……Happiness is a choice……

The attitude of gratitude leads us to a happy life.

Have you ever noticed that if you take the t (cross) out of attitude  and the gr (gr) out of gratitude you have the same word minus the cross:     atitude 

Portuguese: atitude- verb-  To act with a STRONG attitude, to assume or to place in a particular attitude.

Now Here   or    Nowhere:  With an atitude like that, you who are now here could soon be nowhere near me…  Words are strange things. Have you ever caught the idea that Words are important to your life or death?   With words you can speak life into a relationship or you can speak death into that relationship.   With the same mouth, you can curse  that person you love or you can bless that person you love.  This should not be in my mind. If you love someone, you should alway bless them with the words from your mouth.  The dictionary says the meaning of love is:  1. An intense concern for another person   2.  an intense desire for another person   3. a stong fondness or enthusiasm for something. 4 Man’s devotion or adoration for God. 5. the benevolence, kindness or brotherhood that man should rightfully feel toward others.

Love suffers long, and is kind; love envy’s  not,   Love  is  not puffed up, Love does not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil, rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in truth, Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things, 

 Love never fails,..

Love never fails……….

Think about it….    LOVE NEVER FAILS……

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