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God's take on the Sub-prime Mortgage Crisis October 15, 2008 This guy thinks that every American has thousands of dollars in credit card debt! Better check your records, again. This guy may be using your account. asouthar
God's Face in a Honey Bee October 13, 2008 You can thank Bayer Corporation ... Imidacloprid found in Advantage Flea Control killed my cat and maimed a neighbours is in part responsible murderers ......... Imidacloprid is marketed under many other pesticides used for crop spray ... I threatened to put some on myself after their in house vet claim it was safe he would allow his children exposure after I asked him if he had children .... he sent the RCMP to my door with a letter DO NOT USE ... don't figure ... the Forth Reich 92359hg
I can't remember exactly how old I was when I got this scar. I was in elementary school, somewhere between the ages of 9 and 11. It was a Friday afternoon and I was riding my bike home from school. I was part of the Girl Guides when I was young and we were leaving for a camping trip the next morning so I was excited to get home and pack. Daydreaming about smores and wearing my camp hat (which had crafts pinned to the top from previous Girl Guide trips) I cruised down the street. Note: This was back in the day where you rode your bike on the sidewalk!
Many times I watched other kids jump their bikes up the "square" part of the curb (see attached picture) between streets rather then riding up the part where it's smooth. I'm not sure why I decided to try this particular move that day, possibly because I was riding by myself and if I didn't make it up the curb then there was no one around to see. I gathered speed which I believed was important to my success, approached the curb, pulled up on my handlebars to lift my front tire off the ground...and the next thing I knew I was lying on the street with my bike on top of me. I was in shock. It was a hard fall. After a few minutes I pushed my bike off me and stood up to survey the damage. My bike appeared to be okay except chain had fallen off. Turns out that was the least of my worries. I had banged up my right knee and even though I was wearing jeans I could see the blood soaking through them as it poured down my leg. Riding my bike home was going to be difficult. I left the chain off, pushed the right pedal down, put my right leg on the pedal and began to use my bike like a scooter where I used my left leg to push off the ground so I had some speed. All I could think about was whether or not I could still go on the camping trip.
When I got home my parents put me in the bath tub so we could wash off the blood. It was a deep cut and my parents talked about whether or not to take me to the clinic for stitches. In the end, they decided to wait until the next morning to take another look. What they didn't realize is that you have to be taken for stitches within so many hours of getting the cut or they don't do them. The next morning my mom bandaged up my knee and I left for my camping trip. I walked stiffly but I still had a wonderful time.
Years later, when I was sixteen, I would require knee surgery after a basketball injury. They drilled two small holes in my knee, one for the camera and one for the instruments. Since I already had a scar on one side of my knee they drilled through it. Now it's two scars in one!
Thinking back on this scar and how I received it made me wish I had more scars so I could remember more times in my life so vividly...My Dad has three huge scars on the upper inside of his arm. When he was younger he was swimming in a lake and a boat came too close...the motor blades gave him those scars. I often wonder if they remind him how precious life is...
My husband has wanted to get a tattoo for years but he's never been sure what to get or where to get it. This past summer he finally got one and when I asked him how he knew he was ready he said "this has been one of the toughest years of my life and I don't ever want to forget it". He gave himself a scar so that he would always remember...interesting...
Scars, waking up to the story of your life October 08, 2008 Scars. Scars have played a significant role in defining who I am today. The scar that I chose to talk about is the one that is most visible. The one that gets noticed every time someone talks to me…
Sight is something we all take for granted. It is the one sense that most of us depend on the most for getting through everyday life. When I was four years old, my sight was altered. Although I didn’t realize it then, my life was changed as well. I was playing with my cousin at the time and he decided that he wanted to throw a dart over my head, and into the dart board. He told me to stand under it. Maybe you are thinking ‘ why would I do that ‘, but please take into consideration that he was six years old and therefore seemed a giant to me. Thus, I did what he told me too. Needless to say, his aim was very poor. The dart went through my eyelid and into my pupil damaging lens, cornea, and iris. I was taken to hospital and quickly had my lens removed. There was not much else that could be done at that time. From that day forward, my left pupil was not only misshapen, but could no longer contract. Doctors could only speculate, and the prognosis wasn’t good.
Various methods of regaining more vision out of that eye were tried while I was a child, but to no avail. However, my sight did change as I began to lose the innocence of youth. I started to realize I wasn’t like other people. Kids began to point out my eye, name calling began, and my perspective began to change. Socially, I started to avoid group situations, put off being the center of attention, and stayed clear of sports, as the exertion would cause me to go cross eyed. I saw my eye as a curse and something that I didn’t feel I deserved. I became more of an introvert, preferring to keep my thoughts to myself. And then people began talking to me more.
It took me a long time to realize that people enjoyed sharing their thoughts with me. Over time, I began to notice this more and more. I started to question why people were comfortable with this. One answer I received when I was seventeen years sticks with me: “ because there is so much compassion in your eyes when you listen.” It was then that I started to realize that maybe the answer was in my eyes. My self pity turned into self examination and what I saw was amazing. I knew what it was to be different. I knew what it was to have a different view that I could share with others. People noticed these aspects of me and felt comfortable sharing with me. I can never put into words what I see when I look at a sunset, but others knew that if I could take their pain, so they could see one without tears, I would. For the first time in my life I didn’t pray for God to heal my sight … I thanked him for altering it.
Through out my life I’ve tried to convince my loved ones that being different isn’t something they should pity. How do you explain that to people who care about you. You can’t. They have an instinct which tells them that for you to be more “normal” would be make you happier. Thus loved ones were all ecstatic when I told them I had looked into getting my eye fixed. I felt I had learned what I needed to learn, and maybe God wanted me to see better. Twenty-six years ago, there wasn’t much that could be done for me, yet I knew major advances had been made in optical surgery. Upon going to see the doctor, I received news that was a little unsettling.
Since I became target practice, all I have been able to see out of my left eye is basically an extremely blurry image of what I see out of my right. I can not read anything with that eye, colors are extremely vivid and bright ( I wish I could show people ), and the blurry image overlaps what I see with my right eye. I am accustomed to this because I don’t ever remember seeing any other way. My first visit to the doctor was in July, and not very positive. He looked at the damage in my eye, and answered my questions. He told me that with damage like that, I could get a lens replacement but expect very minimal improvement. At most, I’d be able to discern images with my eye, but these images would not be clear at all. Just shapes with color. Since this is what I could see anyway, I wasn’t very optimistic. Yet he still made an appointment to get my eye tested.
The first few tests were all scans and optical mappings of my eye. He then proceeded to do the usual test with the letters on the wall and the flipping of different lenses in front of my eye. At one point I told him the letters and he said to me “no, you gotta make sure you’re other eye is closed” to which I replied “it is“. He looked at me quizzically and finished with the test. It wasn’t until my fifth meeting that he explained to me that by all rights I shouldn’t still be able to see out of my left eye. Typically, although the eye itself doesn’t change, the brain shuts it off. All I am supposed to be seeing is various shades of grey. He then brought in two other doctors just to look at me, because he couldn’t believe it. The three of them began talking to each other in what can only be described as medical babble. I then asked what he thought the reason for my partial sight was, to which he responded with a shrug and replied “the only explanation I can give you is the grace of God”.
I will receive a synthetic lens within the year. My sight will never be close to perfect, and the double vision will remain. The scar will remain as well. For that I am grateful. This one scar has changed the course of my life and continues to do so. Like the sunset, I can’t put into words how thankful I am that I got hit in the eye with a dart. The scar that was once the cause of me hating Christ, became one of the reasons I love him. Embracing pain and suffering can change how anyone sees.
The gospel according to Barack Obama August 31, 2008 To the extreme Left Wing, many of whom are agnostics or atheists, the PolitiChrist Obama subconsciously fulfills the basic human need to worship an entity. His every word is infallible and his judgement is beyond reproach. Those that dare challenge the annointed PolitiChrist Obama are tagged as "racist war-mongers". So, go out ye Obama apostles and inflate your tires. junkie4vids
World of Warcraft - Interview with a guild master August 25, 2008 I don't think playing this game is necessarily a bad thing... i played it for about 3 years and it is very addicting but i made a lot of good friends who i still am in contact with. LtVernon
The Spirit and the Beijing Olympics August 24, 2008 Pastor John Van Sloten is at it again, finding evidence of his God this time in a Jamaican runner, and attributing his success to God's creativity when designing humans. The fact that Usain Bolt is an almost perfect running machine is not attributable to any god, it is a result of countless hours of dedicated training on his part.
Are we to believe that God created Bolt more perfect than others in order that he could excel in sports and thereby earn millions in endorsements, while untold millions are born with all manner of birth defects, ensuring them of either a short or long life of pain and misery? Is Van Sloten going to address these individuals in his sermon when he is busy raving about the intrinsic way God made us, or will he, as I suspect, conveniently forget to mention those millions of God's creations who were basically defeated from birth? I think we all know the answer.
Van Sloten can offer no proof whatsoever that we were created by any God; he believes this only by faith, and therefore of what value or relevance is his sermon!
You ask ” Is Van Sloten going to address these individuals in his sermon when he is busy raving about the intrinsic way God made us, or will he, as I suspect, conveniently forget to mention those millions of God's creations who were basically defeated from birth? I think we all know the answer.” If you’re really sincere in asking this question, well, you can check out this link to a sermon John wrote about Disability and the Divine. http://newhopechurch.ca/page.php?pgid=search&id=searchbrowse&movieid=465
This is just an intro to his sermon to give you an idea.
Today we’re going to talk about disabilities; how they drive us (all) to God and how, in a very mysterious way, they reveal him.
“In 1996 the World Health Organization estimated that 10 to 11% of the world’s population has a disability, “up to 600 million.”
World Health Organization.
Declining Resources for Rehabilitation: A Matter of Concern. January 30, 1996
“If we were to place these 600 to 650 million people together, they would comprise the world’s third largest nation with the highest rates of homelessness, joblessness, divorce, abuse, and suicide.”
World Health Organization. Declining Resources for Rehabilitation
“I was given the gift of a handicap to keep me in constant touch with my limitations… At first I didn't think of it as a gift, and begged God to remove it. Three times I did that, and then he told me, “My grace is enough; it's all you need. My strength comes into its own in your weakness.” Once I heard that, I was glad to let it happen. I quit focusing on the handicap and began appreciating the gift. It was a case of Christ's strength moving in on my weakness. Now I take limitations in stride, and with good cheer, these limitations that cut me down to size—abuse, accidents, opposition, bad breaks. I just let Christ take over! And so the weaker I get, the stronger I become.”
2 Corinthians 12:7-10 MSG
“Christ is God's ultimate miracle and wisdom all wrapped up in one. Human wisdom is so tiny, so impotent, next to the seeming absurdity of God. Human strength can't begin to compete with God's "weakness."
I Cor 3:23-31 MSG
I’ll pass your email on to Pastor John as well. I hope the link helps you understand it a bit more. Faith has a lot of relevance and value to millions of people so maybe having a conversation with some people about faith and what it means to them might be valuable to you. I’m sure you can find some!
New Hope Church
Hi Barb, Talk about a quick response.
As you have probably guessed, I am an atheist who believes that all religions throughout history have caused more war, misery and suffering than they have ever cured; the crusades, Inquisition, witch burnings, pedophile priests, etc. I find that the Bible is comprised of mostly ridiculous stories that no one in the 21st century should find believable, I mean talking snakes and donkeys, demons causing illness, people resurrected from the dead, fiery chariots ascending to heaven, the sun standing, still, a man riding around in the belly of a whale, a god who is also his son and also a ghost, and on and interminably on. How anyone can believe these myths is beyond me.
My biggest objection to religion is the belief that there is a supreme deity out there who never shows himself and yet we are to believe that if we do not slavishly obey and worship him we will be sent to a place of eternal torture and suffering for eternity, whether we have even heard of his existence or not. A monster such as this could not be considered a loving, compassionate, benevolent being. And the belief that he would let a demon (Satan) roam the world interfering with his divine plan is beyond ridiculous. God is supposed to be omnipotent; why not just get rid of Satan? Why? Because if he gets rid of Satan there is no more need to fear evil in the world, no more reason for the existence of the church, and all the priests, preachers, imams, Rabbis, etc. would have to find another means of existence.
Religion, all religions, were founded by ignorant humans, unaware of the nature and workings of the universe and so concocted fabulous beliefs to attempt and explain the things they feared. Science has now dispelled these myths. A person who believes in a god is not morally superior to one who does not. And which religion, of the thousands of different religions and sects has the truth, how could anyone know exactly what this omnipotent being required? All religions believe they, and they alone have the definitive answer.
Having said all this, I do not care if people believe in a god, but they certainly seem to care whether or not I do, else they would not threaten me with eternal damnation and suffering for failing to believe.
John phoned me several years ago in reference to an article he wrote in the Herald, and he seemed to be a nice person, who at least had the courage to stand up to his convictions. A lot of Christians, or people of any religion are no doubt good, honest people, sincere in their beliefs. I just happen to hold views contrary to theirs and feel a need to get my beliefs out in public as well.
Thank you for responding and I wish you a good day.
God's Face in a Honey Bee August 19, 2008 Poor bees even when the news talks about them they say how terrible the loss of them is for the income of the keeper and markets. Money is all ppl talk about. Why can't we do things for free, just because it's nice. Being kind to others is important. That includes Bees and other creatures. Taking care of others is a sure way of caring for yourself. That is what I believe. God bless all. MsChacha12
God's Face in a Honey Bee August 10, 2008 I've been sick with a virus that evolved quickly over time to linger in my body for weeks making me very ill. Thanks God! You crazy little imaginary friend! ;) mindhaze
World of Warcraft - Interview with a guild master June 30, 2008 Is WOW any more addictive than drink, ciggarettes, drugs, sex, work, earning money etc? If you have an addictive personality then it will hook you in the same way alot of things do. It is a shame these people are not putting this amount of effort into the homeless or drug addicts. The Knight. WhiteKnight5170
World of Warcraft - Interview with a guild master June 18, 2008 hmm there's stuff in life you need to leave and stuff you can take WoW is something you can take little by little of cause it will suck you in without you even realising i play i use to play like crazy untill people started saying i really needed to stop cause my grades in school were horrible... don't think it won't happen to you that's what everybody thinks... temari190
I watched your webcast for May 18th when you spoke about a family who was tragically impacted by a drunk driver. I was wondering if you have ever tried to talk to Stephen to see how he is really dealing with his loss and how he is managing to raise two little girls who are grieving over the loss of their mother. It is very difficult for these girls as everywhere they go in the Christian community they hear gossip and slander about their dad. He made a terrible mistake and so did his wife Kim, they were both out partying and drunk. They were both foolish that night. Words do cause irreparable damage. There are souls at stake.
From a friend who cares about both families.