Friday, May 31, 2013

Why Marriage Can Never Be Gay

Jenny Uebbing makes a very good argument, but said very nicely said about why gay marriages aren't marriage. They are relationships. They are not the kind of marriage God invented to provide a home for children, and for the natural bonding between a male and female of a species. It doesn't matter whether you are able to conceive or not, it's the natural law of male and female completing an act that is not natural to homosexual couples.

Why marriage can never be gay

We have to stop tip toeing around and worrying about hurting people's feelings and realize this:  Just because you think this lifestyle or that or  this amount of money, drugs, sex, makes you happy is not what life is about. Life is living the way God made you, trying to make the best of it and be happy despite your limitations whatever they may be in your life.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Encouraging Words May 27, 2013

   What memories smells bring us. My sense of smell is at times a curse, when I can smell milk gone bad in the fridge before you even open the door, or something overly ripe in the grocery. But there are other times my sense of smell has reminded me of the delights of childhood. Like today. My hubs, youngest daughter and I were on our town's bike trail. I love this 7 mile blacktop trail that winds from the north end of town, through surburbs, retail sites, county park, baseball diamonds, soccer fields to the south end of town.  You would think it was totally insane that you could do that in a matter of an hour, but on a bike and the way the trail follows one of the many creeks that drain rain and creek water towards the Mississippi, you get to enjoy the sites, sounds and today especially, the smells.
   Honeysuckle plants are the most delicious smelling flower on earth. I know they are weeks, invasive, once getting a hold of anything in your yard they are like the march of the locusts. But honeysuckle is one of those smells you remember as a child and that aroma stays with you. It's comfort from summer nights, hearing crickets, being hugged by your mom or dad or grandparent. It's sitting on porch swings watching heat lightning in the distance and hearing the frogs croak their hellos to each others.  Songs are written about this week. Why? Because it invokes such memories in all of us.
  The other wafting aroma we enjoyed along the way today, was barbeque. Specificially, because we live in southeast Missouri which is close enough to St. Louis, barbeque pork steaks, slathered in sauce, cooked on a charcoal grill. It was enough to make me want to dump my bike, wade over the creek and make a new friend! "Hi there! I was passing by on my bike, along the trail and could not miss the awesome aroma of your lunch on the grill!  Mind if I stay?"
   My dad was the bestest griller of all times.  He never did anything fancy, it was hamburgers, or hotdogs, brats or pork steaks. That was pretty much his fare. No chicken, no fancy steaks. But anything he grilled he slathered with sauce. Kraft Orginial recipe t hat is. I that is the best way for me to enjoy bbq too. In fact, when I got married, I insisted my husband learn how to grill just like my dad.
   As my dad got older, he could still dish up a mean grill, but usually my hubs or my brother were out there "helping" because he would leave the meat on a tad too long.  But he never left off the sauce. Ummmm.....deep basted Kraft Original recipe sauce, cooked on until it's almost black, is the best tasting burgers or pork you've ever had!
  Memories live on in our sense of smell.  Think about it. 

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Encouraging Words, May 6, 2013

“I may be compelled to face danger, but never fear it, and while our soldiers can stand and fight, I can stand and feed and nurse them.” ~ Clara Barton, Founder of the American Red Cross

    I thought of this yesterday after a conversation I had at a local store.  I had overheard a conversation while standing in line between the checker and another customer. They were discussing the customer’s son who was being deployed to Afghanistan next week.  After he left the store the checker apologized to me for the wait and told me they went to church together and the situation.   My heart went out to both of them, the checker because she knew the family and had watched the son grow up, many times he had sat next to her in church and then to the dad who was trying to be very brave and tell the friend about his wife who was not bearing the news very well.  Afterall, her son was deploying two days after Mother’s Day.
   I looked at her, my heart was hurting for all of them and I said hesitantly because I didn’t really know her, “I will keep him in my prayers.” And she looked up with the most beautiful smile and said, “Oh, I will too, in fact,” she whispered, “I keep a list on my refrigerator of people to pray for.”  

   Wow, that’s beautiful!  I thought, here we were sharing this information as strangers yet there was a connection of prayer.  People needing other people. We are all called to pray for each other!

    I may not be able to change the world, or make things as they once were, but I can tell people I am praying for them and it makes a difference! I may not be fighting a war, not a physical one, but I am joining in the spiritual fight to unite people everywhere in praying for others, and knowing God is watching over us all.