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Weekly Photo Challenge: Friendship

Are you friends with your relatives? This grandfather is friends with all his teen grandsons.

Friends
Friends

He has brought them several hundred miles to his old stompin’ grounds to find the best huntin’ in America. He says.

Did they bag anything?

Nah.

Except closer bonds.

Fun memories.

Greater respect for Granddad.

Experience in hunter safety.

Wild dreams.

Bellies aching from laughter.

Listening to songs of night creatures.

Back-slappin’ good times.

Not much.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope

hope like a candle
Hope, Like a Candle

Hope, like the gleaming taper’s light,
Adorns and cheers our way;
And still, as darker grows the night,
Emits a brighter ray.

                                Oliver Goldsmith, The Captivity, Act II

This candlestick was in my mother’s bedroom when she was a young girl. She told of forgetting to blow it out at bedtime, once, and nearly burning the house down. Scorch is still visible on it, in places.

We must always be cautious about hope, not to let it burn too long without checking on it. Let’s always remember the purpose of hope is to lead us to something better. Let’s never merely hope for hope’s sake.

It’s all about follow-through. Yes, hope lights the darkness, but those who sleep don’t need it.

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It Does, Truly, Only Take a Spark

only a spark
Only a Spark

It only takes a spark
To get a fire going
And soon all those around
Can warm up in its glowing

So goes a lovely old song from the 60’s, (called to our attention by Debby) when everyone thought of turning to Jesus Christ for help with the draft, drugs, disappointments, discouragement, disillusionment, and all other general “dissed” problems during the VietNam era.

A few were serious about the “Jesus Movement”. A few were appalled that so many who claimed Christ were not wearing shoes. Oh NO! How uncouth! Surely there is a place in the Bible that requires wearing shoes! Oh, you mean it speaks more of taking them off?! Oh NO!

Some were serious, though,  seriously messed up, seriously failing, seriously in need of something beyond shoes, something beyond rules, something beyond platitudes, something beyond this life, something beyond their own understanding, something beyond their own strength or ability.

Not much has changed.

Many refuse to turn to Jesus Christ because they fear appearing weak.

They are weak. All people are weak.

But they want to be among those who project an image of strength, of not being needy. It’s a strained, do-by-self image that almost everyone can see through, but they keep it up for the few they’ve duped.

Although He is the most beautiful, priceless, glorious discovery anyone can discover, they refuse to lay self down, to lose face.

To their loss.

How ironic to fear loss and in the process to lose the most valuable thing, like a monkey with his hand in a monkey trap, unable to run from poachers because there is something that glitters in that empty coconut . . .

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Let me tell you about a one-spark fire. (And while we’re at it, you might like to read James 3:1-12)

My husband can build a one-spark fire. He’s an expert. He built one before we left for a four-day trip, so when we arrived back home, it took just one spark to get that fire going . . .  and he hopes to build another tonight, and he probably will, to transfer our fire from the romantic fireplace to the more efficient stove.

This is how he does it:

  1. Clear out lots of the ash so air can circulate under the grill work in the fireplace.
  2. Loosely crumble newspaper over that.
  3. Add “rich pine”, a sort of hyper-torch type wood found at the base of dead pine trees.
  4. Add several pieces of small limbs.
  5. Add some smaller, round logs.
  6. Loosely crumble just a page or two of newspaper for over all that.

This combo, done as only he truly can do it (I know the process, but he owns it) will ignite with only one match. Guaranteed.

Now, think of yourself.

You are supposed to be a one-spark set of fuel for the spark of the Holy Spirit to ignite you and cause you to shine and warm others for God. What is missing from your stack? Has your past stolen parts of you? I know how that can be.

BUT — All “Do-By-Self’ers” BEWARE! — Spontaneous Generation was disproven, centuries ago.

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As We Age

Aged Hands
 There are only two types of people on earth, although the differences are not always apparent.

Some people are servants to good and some are slaves to evil.

Servants of the good things in life fight for what is right; while slaves to the bad things may appear to fight for the good, but it is for bad motives.

Servants of the good take tender care of their children; slaves of evil may appear to care, but only decorate, display, and discourage their children for selfish reasons, if they don’t attack them outright or neglect them.

Servants of goodness are gentle in their dealings with all people; slaves of the wrong may make a show of good mannerisms, but have harsh thoughts they reveal later. This often reveals as gossip.

It may seem as if the servants of the good are perfect and faultless, but really, although their flaws may not be visible, they know them well, and beat them down as much as they can, always striving for a better way, next time. Slaves of evil do not realize they are thoroughly bad, think they are doing folks a favor by their presence, maybe even consciously hide their badness, thinking it is not bad but just unwelcome.

In fact, one big difference between good and bad is where the battleground is in each life.

Some battle self, try actually to be good; others battle appearances, trying to look good.

And when we grow really, really old, whatever is on the inside begins leaking out.  When the days come, when weakness no longer has strength to hide what is inside, in the nursing homes, all will be revealed.

Be good . . .

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*Image by venturout via Flickr