Pearls Before Swine

Have you ever had your tongue stilled?

Your heart and mind is saying what you know you need to say but your mouth is sealed?

When it comes to a Christians ministry, not every moment is the right moment.

I have found that God always knows when the time is right and gives you the words when you need them.

A friend I know claims to be atheist, but even so I can drop a pearl here and there before her, hopefully to give evidence that God does exist.  I do it rarely now because God lets me know.   If you don’t listen to when God says, “Go!”,  it can backfire and the walls go up. The time is obviously not right. So I wait.

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Am I wasting pearls before her?  I don’t think so.  For one, I don’t preach at her because what would be the point? That would be casting pearls before swine.

She’s obviously not ready for that.

I’m a different kind of Christian. I tend to be subtle.

Have you ever been around a person who, that’s all they talk about, as though just saying “Jesus this or Jesus that” makes them sound holy?  Sometimes they go on and on like a broken record and in some cases they talk about their own salvation and how righteous they are?  That’s not me.  I don’t see my salvation as guaranteed.  Oh, the price is paid, how a Christian lives their life is evidence of their acceptance of it’s value and I do appreciate that. But we’re living in tough times, how will I hold up?  I stumble and fall sometimes but that doesn’t nullify my salvation.  I believe the Bible talks of one unforgiveable sin and that is blasphemy of the holy spirit or blaspheming God. (you might be asking, is that what Peter did when he denied Christ?  No, but that’s another discussion. )

A scripture that comes to mind, (Matt 23:27) is one of many where Jesus is talking about their resemblance to white washed tombs, appearing clean on the outside but in reality full of dead men’s bones, speaking specifically to the Scribes and Pharisees (the religious leaders of his day) condemning them for their superficial piety, but could apply to anyone that says “look here, I’m not like this person or that one”.

These leaders were sanctioned by God but had “proven false to their power”.  (2 Tim3:1-5)

Years ago I was engaged in a ministry to reach people in remote areas to teach them the word of God. I’m not saying that to sound noble, but at the time I may have thought so. Many of the people we spoke to were Native American still steeped in much of their customs and in my mind at the time needing salvation. What I found was that like all indigenous peoples they had/have a deity, a god or in some countries several gods as most natives in all countries do. Where am I going with this?  It goes back to something I remembered learning as a child and that reinforced something I’d never considered those many many years before.

It is evidence.

In the early 60’s when still a child, National Geographic did an article on the discovery of the Tasaday Indians in the Phillipines in the forests of Mindanao.  What I found fascinating is that in this remote area and without a Bible they believed in God and better yet, these people had in their lore the story of the great flood!  In my young mind, all I could think of is what better evidence to support the Bible could there be than that?

Even the Koran has a similar story line. It’s like the story was changed to fit their culture, but it’s what brings a commonality to us all.  I know there will be some Christians and non who will be offended by that, but it is not intended to do so.

I remembered marveling at the pictures of this tribe who proved to me that God does exist.  Do you remember when God became real to you?   It cemented in my mind that God is real and His Word true. How else did they come to know these things? How else is there that common thread?

Since then, I’ve read other articles, but no one has called attention to that tidbit of information since.  It has long since been swept under the rug and forgotten, but I didn’t forget reading it.  It rooted my faith.

I think at some point, everyone will have their “Come to Jesus” moment in a unique way.

I’ve heard some people, say they saw angels, heard God and any number of other miraculous moments, but it doesn’t have to be a flash of light or anything supernatural. When the time is right and your heart is open, God’s message will arrive and suddenly, you’ll know. And in some cases, you will discover that you knew all along.

It may not come through the Bible or your best friend or a relative who has been preaching to you and at you for however long. When the time is right God will light the flame and it will simply be.

 

I thank all of my followers and hope you enjoy this post, which as most of you know is totally different than most. We all stemmed from one source. It is not meant to offend anyone but hopefully to bridge the gaps of our differences so that perhaps in time bring about a union and peace among all.

 

More importantly, let’s stop the hate.

 

 

 

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Keith and My DreaM

Dreams.  Who can understand them?  Why do they come in convoluted frames, none of which make any sense?

I woke up to a scene of me kissing Keith at a taco stand.  Not the Keith of today, but the Keith I knew over 50 years ago. I was 19 then.

There is this unfulfilled longing so deep inside me, I can’t explain it.

In my dream, before that, I’d been in a room, perhaps a hotel room. We had two rooms. Two keys. We, being my husband and I. There was a small girl and a boy with us.  The boy was older, a teen, I feel like I should know him. The girl, a small child, is it Tina? I’m not sure.  In any case, she’s in the other room alone. Why? I don’t know. Why wasn’t the boy in there and not her?

All of a sudden I felt my husband groping for me, wanting to make love, but there was someone else in the bed with us. It was my sister Sandy!  I push her out and him away insisting, “we can’t there are too many people in the room”. The boy is on a cot watching. Sandy is now at a desk writing, but facing us. He is writhing like an uncontrollable beast, I want him too and tell him we have another room.

I search for the key and the little girl, while he continues to urgently paw at me irritatingly oblivious to anyone else in the room. Something is nagging at my brain, I don’t know what. I try to get away.

Suddenly, I’m at this taco stand and Keith is there. It is small. He is dickering with the people there or perhaps just talking. He sees me and comes toward me as though he’d been expecting me. I kiss him and just look at him, then kiss him some more.  I want to keep kissing him. His breath and his face feel so good to me. The dimple in his smile lights me up like I remembered it.  He was so good to look at.

He gives me this shit eating grin of his and hands me a taco.  I take a bite. A carnita’s street taco. Yum! It’s good, then I continue to melt into him again, just kissing him.  I sense my sister,  like a conjoined twin, hanging nearby. Is the little girl there too?

He smugly asks, as if he is sure of the answer, “Are you coming?”

I continue to kiss him but momentarily pull back and sweetly say “No”.

He asks, “What do you want?”

I think for a moment and say, “I don’t know”.

Or, do I?

What do I want? What is missing?

But, I do know.  I think.

In my brain, I’m thinking “I want security.  I want to feel safe. I want to know you’ll be there for me. You can’t give me that.” But the words don’t come out.

I think of my husband, he’s like Keith.

But who’s the boy?

I’m guessing he’s my husband, who will forever be the little boy who will never grow up.

I know he loves me but I need more than passion. I need an illusive more.

I thought of Jesus’ self sacrificing love. Love that knew no bounds. Love til death.

Is that it? Do I want to know he’d die for me?

My sister Sandy? Growing up, she was my shadow, only 13 months younger and always in my way, yet me always feeling responsible for her.  Does she need me now?  She has her two boys, but does she need me and won’t say? I don’t know.

My husband keeps telling me I need to quit worrying about my siblings, they have other family members to care for them, just as I have my kids.  He knows my kids will care and look over me when the time comes. Hmmmm?

Dreams.  Who can understand them?

The Whole Picture

I know a great deal is happening in the world today.  Attitudes are changing, some good, some not so good.

In this mash of over stimulation and feeding of opinion, from every form of media and friends, how do we get the whole picture?  The TRUE picture?

Truth is relative, that’s a given truth be told. So much of what we believe is influenced by those around us, our friends, neighbors, educators, religion (if we attend), media and if we read, books. Sadly most of it comes from a combination of media and peer pressure.

Peer pressure is something we just can’t seem to avoid. We’re like cattle or perhaps sheep off to slaughter. Friends are an integral part of living and heaven forbid we disappoint friends. So that leaves MEDIA. MEDIA is the most damaging. TV especially because more people watch TV than listen to radio, in periodicals or the daily paper. Why people believe what they hear on TV as gospel is beyond me. Most of it is “he said, she said” anyway.

I recall an interview a few years back of an actor who had for several seasons or perhaps years, had played a villain on a long running soap opera.  He said in the interview, how surprised he was at the number of people believed it was for real. He was frequently being chastised on the street for being so bad. One day, he says, a woman literally came up to him from out of the blue and hit him with her purse.  The audience of course laughed, but what a sad commentary of how “our” belief system is influenced.  That’s why commercials work and why certain ones are aired at certain times and channels for a specific target audience. That’s also how our children’s minds get formed without us even being aware.  That’s how it is though.

How many people rely on media for their information?

TV news anchors and various talk shows constantly skew their information and cut and paste to present information to fit their own agenda. Now social media is in the mix and how even more impactive that has become.  Because now it’s the man on the street, showing us “live” as to what is going on.

Tell me, has anyone stopped to think how it is that someone just “happened” to see and shoot something as it unfolds from beginning to end and in it’s entirety without prejudice?  Who on earth is ready to roll all the time?  It’s hardly likely unless the event was contrived in the first place. Think about that. And the public believes it? Incredible. Generally if you see something happen, it takes more than a few seconds to get your camera rolling and by then you probably missed a good chunk of important information. It’s hard enough to get a good reel when you plan to shoot it. Trust me.

Low tolerance, high tolerance. It all goes awry when it comes to personal beliefs.  For example, someone may say they are tolerant of this or that and appear for all practical purposes to be so until someone who has an opposing ideology attempts to present theirs. Suddenly their “tolerance” is out the window.  What it really boils down to is so and so has no right to their voice if it conflicts with mine. In other words mine is right, theirs is wrong.  Period.

It’s human nature to hear what you want to hear and if you dislike someone you may be even more inclined to isolate the incriminating or what you want or need to indict them. Sometimes people don’t bother listening or hearing the whole message.  Oh, but wait!  Perhaps the whole message wasn’t shared, just a little this and that. Perhaps some media power that be edited it to discredit  one or uplift another.  How would you know?

There’s no doubt that if we want the truth, we have to go hunting for it and like hunting, it takes work and patience to find truth behind the stories that are being told.

I understand we are all under time restrictions, but do your best.

If you don’t take care, what you see is not necessarily what you’re gonna get. You could be in for a surprise.

We as the human race can be so foolish but for this country’s sake,  lets not be. Our future depends on it.

Do your homework folks.