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Author: Jonathan Blundell
Another lazy Sunday
Well it’s been another lazy Sunday at Casa de Blundell Museum. We’ve had no visitors today, that we know of and its been a nice cool 78-degrees inside.
The museum curator overslept this morning, because he forgot to reset his alarm after sleeping-in yesterday.
Wow – two days in a row. That’s wonderful! Does anyone want to supplement my income so I can do this on a more regular basis. With enough regular donations I could quit my job and update my blog and work on my book all day long.
And with a little more income, I could renew my membership in the Belton Lion’s club so I can remain a functioning member of society.
Could it get any better?
Anyways, on to the entry at hand.
I’ve been reading Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire by Jim Cymbala, pastor of Brooklyn Tabernacle
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I’m not sure where I got the book from. I know it was bought at Mardels, but don’t remember if I bought it or someone bought it for me. If you bought it for me. Thanks. It’s a great read.
While reading about prayer, which most of the book is about, a section struck me straight to the heart.
What does it say about our churches today that God birthed the church in a prayer meeting, and prayer meetings today are almost extinct?
Am I the only one who gets embarrassed when religious leaders in America talk about having prayer in public schools? We don’t have even that much prayer in many churches! Out of humility, you would think we would keep quiet on that particular subject until we practice what we preach in our own congregations.
I am sure the Roman emperors didn’t have prayer to God in their schools. But then, the early Christians didn’t seem to care what Caligula or Claudius or Nero did. How could any emperor stop God? How, in fact, could the demons of hell make headway when God’s people prayed and called upon his name? Impossible!
In the New Testament we don’t see Peter or John wringing their hands and saying, “Oh, what are we going to do? Caligula’s bisexual… he wants to appoint his horse to the Roman Senate… what a terrible model of leadership! How are we going to respond to this outrage?”
Let’s not play games with ourselves. Let’s not divert attention away from the weak prayer life of our own churches. In Acts 4, when the apostles were unjustly arrested, imprisoned, and threatened, they didn’t call for a protest; they didn’t reach for some political leverage. Instead, they headed to a prayer meeting. Soon the place was vibrating with the power of the Holy Spirit.
The apostles had this instinct: When in trouble, pray. When intimated, pray. When challenged, pray. When persecuted, pray.
The lesson continues, but I’ll let you get your own copy of the book and read it for yourselves.
I’ve never been a fan of prayer in schools, simply because America is home to freedom of religion and free speech. If Christians are allowed to have prayer in school, so are Islamics, Buddhists, and Wicans.
Personally I don’t want a Wican teacher telling my future children how to pray.
They will learn to pray at home, and it won’t be up to a principal or teacher to tell them when they can or can’t pray.
They’ll know, just like I did growing up, that when you feel the need to pray – do it.
Don’t wait on a teacher or principal to give you permission or set aside a time to do so.
Well, back to my reading and hopefully writing. I need to update my book online or everyone will just stop reading it – and that’s no good at all.
What to do while you’re single
Seriously. Why did I decide to “grow up” so fast and get a real job, mortgage and chains around my ankles that keep me from doing all the fun things I enjoy? I’m a twentysomething and I want to enjoy it.
Enjoy your space and your schedule. You are the ruler of your own domain. You have complete control over your alarm clock, your bed and your bathroom. Let your snooze alarm run for two hours with no fear of being yelled at. Enjoy sleeping without being kicked or having the covers stolen. Stay up late and sleep in—not every day, but enjoy living like a rock star when you can.
Do what you want, when you want, without explanation. Spend the weekend watching an entire series on DVD without leaving the house. Cancel your plans and don’t answer your phone. The rest of the world can wait. Eat popcorn and jelly beans for dinner. Just because you can.
Mongo Stamped Concrete Patio Deck
Bored? You can watch Concrete Cam from golden Colorado.
Thanks to Scoble for the link.
Is it that hard to find a church?
I’ve been trying to visit new churches in my area since I resigned as singles intern at IBC Temple.
And can I tell you, it’s almost impossible to find a church to visit come Saturday afternoon. I would imagine that only 10-percent of the local churches have a website. And several of those churches don’t post their service times on the website.
Of those who don’t have a website, I’ve called several churches that don’t even have their worship or service times on their answering machine. What kind of world do we plan to reach if people can’t find out what time they should visit our church unless its between the hours of 8-5 Mon – Fri?
Is this only a Temple/Belton dilemma or are others seeing it as well?
If I were the devil
If I were the devil
By Paul Harvey
1999 WorldNetDaily.com
I would gain control of the most powerful nation in the world;
I would delude their minds into thinking that they had come from man’s effort, instead of God’s blessings;
I would promote an attitude of loving things and using people, instead of the other way around;
I would dupe entire states into relying on gambling for their state revenue;
I would convince people that character is not an issue when it comes to leadership;
I would make it legal to take the life of unborn babies;
I would make it socially acceptable to take one’s own life, and invent machines to make it convenient;
I would cheapen human life as much as possible so that the life of animals are valued more than human beings;
I would take God out of the schools, where even the mention of His name was grounds for a lawsuit;
I would come up with drugs that sedate the mind and target the young, and I would get sports heroes to advertise them;
I would get control of the media, so that every night I could pollute the mind of every family member for my agenda;
I would attack the family, the backbone of any nation.
I would make divorce acceptable and easy, even fashionable. If the family crumbles, so does the nation;
I would compel people to express their most depraved fantasies on canvas and movie screens, and I would call it art;
I would convince the world that people are born homosexuals, and that their lifestyles should be accepted and marveled;
I would convince the people that right and wrong are determined by a few who call themselves authorities and refer to their agenda as politically correct;
I would persuade people that the church is irrelevant and out of date, and the Bible is for the naive;
I would dull the minds of Christians, and make them believe that prayer is not important, and that faithfulness and obedience are optional;
I guess I would leave things pretty much the way they are.