SHALL WE HIRE A MONUMENT ENGRAVER TO GO TO ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY AND ADD THE MISSING WORDS?
A MESSAGE FROM AN APPALLED OBSERVER:
Today I went to visit the new World War II Memorial in Washington, DC. I got an unexpected history lesson because I'm a baby boomer; I was one of the youngest in the crowd. Most were the age of my parents, Veterans of 'the greatest war,' with their families. It was a beautiful day, and people were smiling and happy to be there. Hundreds of us milled around the memorial, reading the inspiring words of Eisenhower and Truman that are engraved there.
On the Pacific side of the memorial, a group of us gathered to read the words President Roosevelt used to announce the attack on Pearl Harbor: Yesterday, December 7, 1941-- a date which will live in infamy--the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked.
One elderl y woman read the words aloud:
'With confidence in our armed forces, with the abounding determination of our people, we will gain the inevitable triumph.
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But as she read, she suddenly turned angry. 'Wait a minute,' she said, 'they left out the end of the quote.. They left out the most important part. Roosevelt ended the message with 'so help us God.
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Her husband said, 'You are probably right. We're not supposed to say things like that now.
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'I know I'm right,' she insisted. 'I remember the speech.' The two looked dismayed, shook their heads sadly and walked away.
Listening to their conversation, I thought to myself, Well, it has been over 50 years she's probably forgotten.
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But she had not forgotten. She was right.
I went home and pulled out the book my book club is reading --- 'Flags of Our Fathers' by James Bradley.
It's all about the battle at Iwo Jima I haven't gotten too far in the book. It's tough to read because it's a graphic description of the WWII battles in the Pacific.
But right there it was on page 58. Roosevelt’s speech to the nation ends in 'so help us God.
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The people who edited out that part of the speech when they engraved it on the memorial could have fooled me. I was born after the war!? But they couldn't fool the people who were there.
Roosevelt’s words are engraved on their hearts now I ask: 'WHO GAVE THEM THE RIGHT TO CHANGE THE WORDS OF HISTORY??????'
Send this around to your friends People need to know before everyone forgets.
People today are trying to change the history of America by leaving God out of it, but the truth is, God has been a part of this nation, since the beginning. He still wants to be..and He always will be!
If you agree, pass this on.
If not, 'May God Bless YOU!' 'Wake up AMERICA, It's Time we TAKE our Country Back'
Christopher Laurie, son of Pastor Greg Laurie and Cathe Laurie, was called home to be with the Lord on Thursday morning.
Christopher, 33, died in a car crash while driving to Harvest Christian Fellowship, where he had served as the church's art director for the past three years.
In addition to his parents, Christopher is survived by his wife, Brittany, and daughter, Stella, as well as his brother Jonathan. Christopher and his wife are expecting another daughter in November.
More information will be posted at harvest.org as details become available.
We ask that you pray for the Laurie family in this time of mourning. You may pass along your condolences and thoughts for the Laurie family by posting a comment at Pastor Greg's blog.
A Silly Grandfather and God's Love Curtis K. Shelburne Jul 24 2008 09:30AM
Brenley Shay Shelburne is now almost a week old. Yes, this proud father of four sons is now the beaming grandfather of TWO beautiful little girls. Amazing!
It’s too early to tell, but I’m pretty sure little Brenley has come on the scene GPS-equipped just like her little now 18-month-old cousin Brylan.Brylan just crawls into Paw Paw’s arms, points, and the Grandpa Positioning System is automatically and immediately engaged. Paw Paw goes wherever she points.
Grandfatherhood is an interesting and wonderful stage of life. I’ve noticed that I’m talking to myself more these days. When no one’s around, I catch myself saying aloud in Brylan-like tones, “Paw Paw! Paw Paw!” just to hear it.
Brylan dances about, all the while singing/chanting the names of people she loves. Her names for her four grandparents figure in prominently. I’m tempted to list those for you. (The amazingly advanced child has chosen four distinct names.) But were I to list them in any kind of order, I’d undoubtedly be in trouble with three of my grandparenting colleagues.
Now I find myself doing the same thing. Chanting, that is.We’re driving down the road to go see the little girls, and out of my mouth I hear flowing a little repetitive chant, “Brylan, Brenley, Paw Paw; Brenley, Brylan, Paw Paw . . .” You get the idea.
Yes, I know. Unless you’re a grandparent, the silliness of all this gets a little nauseating. But grandparents understand.
Brylan’s daddy (once known as Jeff), just shakes his head. “It’s weird!” he says in astonishment. “When Dad turned into a grandfather, he regressed about 30 years.”
“Regress” isn’t the word I’d have chosen. But grandparenthood does indeed turn back the clock a bunch of years and relieve you of a good deal of stodginess, a burden it’s good to get rid of anyway. It had been too long since I lay on my back in the grass and watched the clouds roll by. Brylan and I recently fixed that deficiency.
And Brenley? That little beauty wasn’t aboard more than ten minutes until she had me wrapped around her little finger, too. The most wonderful thing in the world may be to sit back in a recliner with your little grandchild napping on your chest. A little sleepy and contented coo from her is worth more to me than anything ever written on a check.
Rocking our newest little girl, I found myself again just gazing at her beautiful face. She is little and weak and helpless, completely unable to do or make anything to trade for wealth, impress the powerful, or prove her worth.
But she is deeply loved. Helpless and small though she may be, her “value” in my book is incalculable—just like God’s love for his unimaginably weaker and smaller children, you and me. Our Father looks at us with eyes filled to overflowing with love. He could not possibly love us more, and he will never choose to love us less.
Copyright 2008 by Curtis K. Shelburne. Permission to copy without altering text or profiteering is hereby granted subject to inclusion of this copyright notice.
Matt is a young man who wanted to see the world. He decided to keep his family and friends posted as to his whereabouts by making videos of himself as he went. His videos were always the same. He would find a picturesque setting and proceed to DANCE IN IT!
Eventually Matt's videos were seen by more and more people throughout the world. He even began receiving emails from many of them, and the request was always the same. "If you're ever in my part of the world again, can I dance with you? And, of course, Matt said, "yes.""
What follows is the video that came from that, and it got me to thinking. What if our Christian walk/DANCE with the Lord was so appealing, so joy and love-filled that others wanted to dance with us too. What a wonderful difference that would make! After all, love is a universal language, everyone speaks it! Right?
So, my question to all of us is, "How's Our Dance?" Perhaps we need to practice it more and More and MORE until the world becomes desirous of, not only the rhythm of our step, but of the Lord of our dance as well!
SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?
SHALL WE DANCE?
Linda
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY
Dance On Your Giant Bring Satan Defeat Dance Into Victory Win Wars With Your Feet!
The Lord of the Dance
I danced in the morning when the world was young I danced in the moon, the stars and the sun I came down from heaven and I danced on earth At Bethlehem I had my birth
Chorus Dance, dance, wherever you may be I am the Lord of the dance said he And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be And I lead you all in the dance said he
I danced for the scribe and for the Pharisee They would not dance, they would not follow me So I danced for the fishermen James and John Came with me and the dance went on
Chorus
I danced on the Sabbath an I cured the lame The holy people said it was a shame They whipped and they stripped and they hung me high Left me there on the cross to die
Chorus
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black It's hard to dance with the devil in your back They buried my body they thought I'd gone But I am the dance and I still go on
Chorus
They cut me down but I leapt up high I am the life that will never never die And I'll live in you if you'll live in me I am the Lord of the dance said he
Zola Levitt discovered an amazing correlation between the Seven Feasts of the Lord and the gestation of a human baby, from conception to birth. While preparing for writing a book for new parents, Zola contacted a gynecologist for some help in understanding gestation.
During that session, the gynecologist showed him a series of pictures, pointed to the first one (an egg and a sperm) and said, "On the fourteenth day of the first month, the egg appears." The statement struck a chord in his Jewish mind because that was the date of Passover. He remembered the roasted egg on his family table every Passover. Now, for the first time, he knew what it meant! Not wanting to lead the gynecologist off from the subject at hand, but he didn’t say anything, but continued to listen.
The gynecologist continued: "The egg must be fertilized within 24 hours, or it will pass on." This reminded Zola of the Feast of Unleavened Bread and the seed or grain that "fell into the ground and died" in order to produce a harvest, the firstfruits of which was presented to God.
Next, the gynecologist said, "Within two to six days, the fertilized egg attaches itself to the wall of the womb and begins to grow." And, sure enough, the Jewish evangelist thought, "The Feast of Firstfruits is observed anywhere from two to six days after Passover!"
Next, he was shown a photo of an embryo showing arms, hands, fingers, legs, feet, toes, a head, eyes, etc. The caption said, "Fifty days." The gynecologist continued, "Around the fiftieth day, the embryo takes on the form of a human being. Until then, we don’t know if we have a duck or a tadpole." Zola thought, "That Pentecost!"
The next picture showed the embryo at seven months. The gynecologist said, "On the first day of the seventh month, the baby’s hearing is developed. For the first time, it can hear and distinguish sounds outside the womb." Zola knew that was the date for the Jewish Festival of Trumpets.
The gynecologist continued, "On the tenth day of the seventh month, the hemoglobin of the blood changes from that of the mother, to a self-sustaining baby." Zola thought, "That’s the Day of Atonement, when the blood was taken into the Holy of holies!"
Next, the gynecologist said, "On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the lungs become fully developed. If born before then, the baby would have had very difficult time breathing." And Zola thought, "That’s the festival of Tabernacles, a time of celebrating the Temple, home of the Shekinah glory or Spirit of God." In the New Testament, the Greek term pneuma, normally translated as "breath," is applied to the "Holy Spirit."
Birth takes place on the tenth day of the ninth month. Eight days after birth, in Jewish families, a son is circumcised. Zola noted that the eight days of Hanukkah are celebrated right on schedule, nine months and ten days after Passover.
No human being could have understood the gestation period 3,500 years ago. The establishment of the Seven Feasts of the Lord was given to Moses by the Lord Himself. Its correlation with the human gestation period is not only remarkable; it proves "Intelligent Design." It proves that there is a Creator God that guides the affairs of man
A seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg, TN. One morning, they were eating breakfast at a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal. While they were waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white-haired man moving from table to table, visiting with the guests. The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife, "I hope he doesn't come over here." But sure enough, the man did come over to their table.
"Where are you folks from?" he asked in a friendly voice.
"Oklahoma," they answered.
"Great to have you here in Tennessee" the stranger said. "What do you do for a living?"
"I teach at a seminary," he replied.
"Oh, so you teach preachers how to preach, do you? Well, I've got a really great story for you." And with that, the gentleman pulled up a chair and sat down at the table with the couple.
The professor groaned and thought to himself, "Great . . . Just what I need another preacher story!"
The man started, "See that mountain over there? (pointing out the restaurant window). Not far from the base of that mountain, there was a boy born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up, because every place he went, he was always asked the same question, 'Hey boy, who's your daddy? "Whether he was at school, in the grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question, 'Who's your daddy?' He would hide at recess and lunch time from other students. He would avoid going in to stores because that question hurt him so bad.
"When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He would always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question, 'Who's your daddy?'. But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd. Just about the time he got to the back door, the new preacher, not knowing anything about him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, 'Son, who's your daddy?'
"The whole church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the church looking at him. Now everyone would finally know the answer to the question, "Who's your daddy'.
This new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to that scared little boy..."'Wait a minute! he said, "I know who you are, I see the family resemblance now." "You are a child of God." With that he patted the boy on his shoulder, and said, "Boy, you've got a great inheritance, go and claim it." With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out the door a changed person.
He was never the same again. Whenever anybody asked him, 'Who's your Daddy?' he'd just tell them, "I'm a Child of God'." The distinguished gentleman got up from the table and said, "Isn't that a great story?"
The professor responded that it really was a great story!
As the man turned to leave, he said, "You know, if that new preacher hadn't told me that I was one of God's children, I probably never would have amounted to anything!" And he walked away.
The seminary professor and his wife were stunned. He called the waitress over and asked her, "Do you know who that man was who just left that was sitting at our table?"
The waitress grinned and said, "Of course, everybody here knows him. That's Ben Hooper. He's the former governor of Tennessee!"
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