New Christmas Song . . .

Here’s a new Christmas song that I recently wrote: It’s Christmas Time Just Once a Year. Remember to keep Christ in Christmas, for He is the reason for the season. Enjoy . . . and pass on to those you know.

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True Equality by Adam Snider

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal…..”

The longer I live, the more respect I have for those who declared America a nation and lived to support that declaration. They weren’t perfect men and women, but they were good men and women, and they were so wise.

Nearly 250 years ago, they wrote in our founding document that the people who would feel at home in America would be those to whom it was readily apparent that all men were created, and that man’s Creator was a Kind One. After all, what but a Kind Creator would have endowed man with inalienable Rights, especially Rights such as Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness?

Here’s the concept I’ve been particularly struck by as of late…..

Equality.

It’s a buzzword in our culture.

It’s a club. It’s a hammer. It’s a lever. It’s misused. It’s misunderstood. It’s trampled. It’s worshipped.

But what’s more than all of that, our founding fathers – the ones who have found their names and lives the object of undue ridicule in my generation – saw it as a hill to die on.

Only not for the reason many today would guess.

True equality is a concept that is distinctly and exclusively derived from a Benevolent Creator. Equality can be demanded from no other platform.

We’re all equal? You can’t get that from science. That’s absurd. Nowhere in study of natural or metaphysical realms does the concept of endowed equality exist.

We’re all equal? You can’t get that from reason. There’s no evidence. I’m far more useful than some people, but far less useful than others. I contribute far more than some, but far less than others. And the same is true for each of you.

We’re all equal? You can’t get that from evolution. Survival of the fittest. Mr. Mouse thinks he’s equal to Mr. Cat? Good luck making that case with the food chain. That only works in Tom and Jerry.

We’re all equal? Try explaining that to the women and children throughout history who have been trampled and used by brutal men only because they were physically stronger. And, men are generally physically stronger than women and children. It’s a fact. There’s nothing equal about that.

No, equality only exists in a world where we are all equal because we all bear the image of our Creator. That’s the only way equality can exist.

It isn’t in science, or evolution, or philosophy, or history, or some well-thought-out concept of social governance.

Only creation, by a Kind Creator who chose to make us image-bearers.

Equality was such an important concept to the men and women who founded our nation precisely because they believed that we were created by the God of the Bible, and that He was kind.

I hope and pray we can move towards true equality in this country. There are so many in our past who gave so much in hopes that we would.

Given To Road Rage!


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I had a pretty intense bout of road rage last night. I’m not usually given to such childishness, but I was tired, really didn’t feel well, was already mad about something else, and I felt justified. Poor Scott was in the car with me holding on for dear life while my Mustang was fighting with another. I felt justified in the heat of the moment. (If I’m going 85 in a 70 and you ride my bumper so close I can’t see your headlights, you’re liable to get brake-checked too.)

There I was, minding my own business, breaking the law peacefully, when out of the shadows behind me came someone else breaking it way worse! In my high and mighty mind, the little blonde in the cliche red sports car behind me needed a lesson not to ride so close to me! After all, if I had to slam on my brakes, she would hit me! So, what did I do? Slammed on my brakes (just a little). After which there was a game of tag. I won’t give you the blow-by-blow, but let’s just say that I broke a few more laws. Not the least of which was the speeding law that I broke to a very much larger extent. It looked like a football game.

Why am I giving this confession? Well, because we play this game a lot. (At least I do.) I feel justified in my own sins because someone else is sinning way worse. It’s embarrassing to admit this all because I know better. I’ve been taught better. My father, especially, taught me to “heap burning coals on their heads.” He also would hold up one hand and count out five words to me: what – is – that – to – me? And of course, he would remind me that I had a gigantic plank protruding from my own eye…

It is easy as a Christian to get settled into the notion that we are “living right.” After all, we have read our Bibles, we give of our time, talents, and money, we go to church, we pray for others, we are kind and loving, and we follow the Ten Commandments along with a few other tenets of our faith (somewhat). It’s easy to forget that we are also huge sinners. We look all pretty on the outside because we want people to have the “right” idea of a Christian. But the truth is, we know better. We’ve been taught better. We also judge, gossip, lie, cheat, break laws, and a myriad of other things.

Jesus taught us to mind our own business and not try to “teach someone else a lesson.” He warned us of this self-righteousness. He lived it out when He told the woman at the well to simply, “Go, and sin no more.” Could He have made a spectacle of her and “taught her a lesson?” Sure. And HE would have had the right because He didn’t have His own sins to deal with, plus, He is God.

Ouch. There goes the pride I shouldn’t have being hurt. I have a lot to be sorry for. Looking back on any given day leads me to a lengthy list of wrong-doing. Back to the drawing board…

“How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?”
Matthew 7:4

Guest Author: Rebecka Michael

Why Are You Here?

 

“Why are you here?!” I asked a couple of my troublemakers Friday.
“Fair question,” I thought to myself.
My expectation was that I would get the “right” answer – “to learn,” but of course the little stinkers gave me the real answer on their minds.
One said, “‘Cause they make me.”
Another said, “To eat and talk to my friends.”
Leave it to a teenager to be a smart alec. I guess I had it coming. Ask a stupid question…
Of course, I know teenagers, so I was ready with an answer when one of the little goobers asked me, “Why are you here?”
“Because you need me, that’s why I’m here,” I answered.
“Why ARE you here?!” I thought to myself.
I mean, I could be standing in a factory putting my one nut on that one important bolt over and over. That’s an important job. Why go through the stress of this job?
Of course, His still, small voice echoed what I said,”Because they need you.”

It’s a fair question to ask yourself, especially if you’re a Christian. Not because you don’t know the answer, but as a reminder. They need us.

That also got me pondering Jesus leaving His throne to walk with us in the flesh. He came simply because I needed Him. He’s here through the Holy Spirit to be here because we need Him. I’m always both perplexed and humbled by that thought.

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.”
John 10:10 NIV

Enjoy your full life today!

Guest Author: Rebecka Michael

With Love From Above

Christian comical romance . . . free from Amazon Kindle for a limited time at the following site:

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Preview:

PREFACE:  “Ah man!” Charlie angrily slung his hat against a nearby tree. He was exasperated. This was the fifth bloody carcass he had discovered in the past week, and two of those were young female bears hardly old enough to begin bearing young. To find five mutilated animals in such a small area meant there were possibly dozens more he had not found.

Squatting down, he felt the carcass, and then examined it more closely. “Still warm,” he muttered to himself. “They can’t be too far away fella.” With much regret he gently patted the enormous elk’s side. “You must have tromped these mountains for many a year . . . as big as you are. It’s a shame for you to go this way . . . all for a set of antlers.” His stomach was nauseous. Hunting for meat was one thing, but killing this beautiful animal just for the antlers and leaving the carcass to rot was another. How could anyone be so cruel? It’s my fault, he thought to himself. His frustration was building. I should have caught those butchers long before now. Then you’d still be alive. He stood and turned full circle, looking carefully in all directions for any clue that might tell him who they were or where they went. “I’m gonna find you!” he promised out loud. “If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to find you, and when I do you’ll be put away for a long time.”

A STREAK OF LIGHT

A streak of light flashed across the peaceful horizon, unseen in the physical realm. It was the angelic warrior Neema moving to his next assignment. His countenance glowed with the glory of God, and his large, muscular stature and ebony black hair made him intimidating to all in the demonic realm. This was one angelic warrior they would rather not fight.

As Neema neared the city of Orlando his silken wings began to slow, gradually bringing him to a stalled landing immediately above the university campus. He examined his surroundings. It had been several years since he last had occasion to be in this area, yet the memories were still fresh in his mind. The buildings looked the same, with the exception of the new administration building that sat directly beside the old red‑brick science lab. The trees, slightly larger and more picturesque than he remembered, rustled in the soft breeze. What pleasant memories he had of this serene campus, so full of life and laughter.

He gently lowered his brawny frame through the roof of the science building and into the large classroom directly below. He smiled. There stood his faithful comrade, Tiesel, standing guard over his most recent charge. Tiesel, known in the angelic ranks as “the steadfast one,” was fully alert and ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice, should the need arise. If what Neema had been told was true, there was no doubt that Tiesel must have assumed this stance often while protecting this particular charge.

Neema examined the young lady whom Tiesel so carefully watched, Miss Clair Blair. She’s grown into quite a beauty, he thought to himself. He couldn’t help but admire her shining red hair. It was pulled away from her face and tightly bundled on her head. A few mischievous strands had escaped and were dangling loosely, perfectly framing her fair‑complexioned, freckle‑covered face. Her appearance portrayed the air of an intellectual scientist, with a slight mixture of an old maid-teacher look, living in a world of her own making, mentally separated from those around her by an intense involvement in her experiment. Neema grinned, amused that even this absent‑minded professor appearance could not hide her natural beauty. He turned his gaze back to his comrade who had not yet acknowledged his presence. “Greetings,” he began, “in the name of our Lord.”

Tiesel glanced up, but only for a second. “And greetings to you too, my friend. It’s been awhile.”

“I hear you’re up for a promotion,” Neema commented.

“Maybe,” Tiesel replied. His eyes were once again fixed on the lovely scientist. “It’s still three weeks until her twenty‑sixth birthday. The promotion only goes if I can keep her alive until then.”

“Three weeks. You’ve kept her alive for years. Three weeks shouldn’t be too hard.”

Tiesel responded without taking his eyes from his charge. “You must not be too familiar with my Clair.”

“No,” Neema admitted. “I’ve not yet had the privilege of getting to know her.”

A slight laugh escaped Tiesel lips. “Keeping Miss Blair out of mischief for twenty‑four hours straight is a twenty‑six hour, without break, assignment. I inherited that position when she was only nine months old and you wouldn’t believe what I’ve witnessed since then.”

“She’s got to rest sometime,” Neema countered. “That should give you a break.”

“Rarely. She walks in her sleep. I’ve kept her from climbing out the second story window,” Tiesel rolled his eyes in exaggeration, “I don’t know how many times, and she frequently takes unscheduled midnight strolls, usually without ever finding out about them, and when she’s sleep walking she’s just as likely to enter someone else’s home as she is her own. Her mind rarely shuts down long enough for her to get a good night’s sleep.”

“That bad, huh,” Neema commented.

Tiesel shook his head in wonderment. “You have no idea. You’ve heard the human phrase, ‘An accident waiting to happen,’ well, I’m pretty sure it was coined with Miss Blair in mind.” Tiesel looked up at Neema. “You wouldn’t want to relieve me . . . would you?” he asked in a heartfelt, pleading manner.

“No,” Neema smiled. “You’re the one with the steadfast spirit . . . and the need for adventure. I suspect that’s why you were given her as a charge. If she’s as challenging as you say, I probably would have killed her myself by now.”

“Nah, you wouldn’t have. She’s really a sweet person. She just seems to be accident prone . . . or in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Tiesel chuckled. “Maybe a little of both. Or perhaps a lot of both.”

“She can’t be that bad,” Neema contested. He still was not convinced that any human could accidently be that much trouble. “Maybe you just need a break . . . you know . . . change in scenery. When you’ve been somewhere too long things tend to seem exaggerated.”

“Not that bad!” Tiesel broke into laughter, a laughter that betrayed his true heart. “A few days ago she stopped at a convenience store to buy a Coke. It’s a ritual for her to stop at this particular store each day before work, so she knows the owner on a first name basis. When the store’s crowded she places the correct change near the register and leaves without the bother of waiting in line. This particular morning she walked in, strolled back to the Coke area, grabbed one, walked back up to the counter, totally ignoring the other people in the place, laid the exact change down and said, ‘Marsha, here’s the change,’ then turned and left.”

“What’s so unusual about that?” Neema was truly puzzled. “You said it’s a common practice.”

Tiesel’s joyful laugh bellowed freely through the sky before he continued. “Every person in the place, about seven if my mind serves me right, including Marsha, were standing with their hands above their heads. Like this.” He illustrated the stance for drama sake.

“What?”

“The store was being robbed. The creep watched her walk in and out without ever noticing what was happening.”

“You are joking,” Neema mused.

“Don’t I wish.”

“And he didn’t try to stop her?”

“No. He was too stunned to do anything.” Tiesel’s laughter again sounded in the heavens. “Matter‑ of‑fact,” he continued, “every person in that place watched her walk in and out in disbelief.”

“And she never realized what was happening?”

“Nope. Never. I still don’t think she knows.”

Neema was amazed as he watched his friend give the entire robbery account without ever taking his eyes from Clair. “He’s serious about this,” he thought to himself. “Didn’t the owner say something to her . . . later?”

“Nah,” Tiesel answered. “What good would it have done?” As soon as he finished his statement the amused look disappeared from his face. “Is it time?” he questioned.

“Yes,” Neema informed. He turned his attention back to Miss Blair. “Everything’s set and ready to go. Lieutenant Cal thought you might need some assistance getting her there . . . in one piece.”

“That could be a very real possibility,” Tiesel mused.

Dinosaurs and the Biblical Account of Creation

Just as all creatures, dinosaurs were created by God. Our question should be, “Where and how do these amazing creatures fit into the Scripture?”

It's Hard to Drain the Swamp When Yer up to Yer Ears in Alligators!

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Genesis 1 teaches that God created the heavens and earth and all that was contained within them during the first week of creation—dinosaurs included. Yet evolutionists teach that life came about by accident, and that dinosaurs existed millions upon millions of years prior to the age of man. So which of these two accounts is true? Did man and dinosaurs coexist as the Bible teaches, or did they live millions of years apart as taught by evolution? For someone who does not take God’s Word at face value, the only means to answer this question is through physical evidence. Therefore, let’s take a look at which of these two beliefs is supported by physical evidence.

First, we need to recognize that most of what is taught about dinosaurs and their skeletal remains is contained within the realm of historical science—not operational science—meaning it…

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