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Overheard: He’s Gonna Getcha.

Posted on March 20, 2014September 11, 2014 by Katharine

I hear a lot of great stuff where I go to church, and the idea of sharing it thrills me.

Then I get nervous.

Maybe you wouldn’t like it as I do. Maybe you would resent it. Maybe you would click off. Maybe you would unsubscribe.

But then I back away and realize some of it really is excellent and who knows but that you might just love it as I do.

So here goes: something I heard a year ago, posted once, but just wanted to share again. Enjoy.

The Arkansas Gospel

Let me make this clear.

You don’t go to Heaven because God loves you, nor because you love Him.

You don’t go to Heaven because you amend your sinful ways or clean up your act.

Turning over a new leaf is rehabilitation, but it is not salvation.

Education is not the answer.

Reformation is not the answer.

Legislation is not the answer.

Jesus is the answer.

We go to Heaven because Jesus saves us through His work on the Cross.

Don’t be separated from God any longer.

Give your sinful life to Jesus at the Cross, bury it in baptism, and be born again of the Spirit of God.

That is how you enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

That reminded me of a story I heard once:
“He IS Out to Get You!”

A woman was driving alone, one night, on a long trip. Having just left a convenience store and taken the on ramp back to the Interstate, she felt not so lonely because some guy had held the door for her as he’d left the store. She noticed he also on-ramped when she did—a friendly face for the journey.

As she traveled, though, she thought she noticed his car following her too close. When she increased her speed a bit to make some distance, his car also increased its speed.

Tensing, and persuading herself it was coincidence, she began weaving through traffic, checking her rear view mirror.

That car followed her every move.

She upped her speed to 80, which she usually never did, and the car was still right behind her.

She could think of nothing to do but exit again, where there was civilization, and force that driver to change plans.

It was a long five miles to the exit.

Carefully, she scooted through traffic into the right lane at the last minute, without signaling, almost missed the exit, and looked up to realize that car loomed closer than ever.

There was no choice, now, but to tear into a gas station parking area, laying on the horn, screech to a stop, throw open the door, and, in desperation, flee into the building, sobbing.

Simultaneously, the driver of the other car also slammed on his brakes, and threw open his door with an angry grimace, running directly to her car, tore open the back door, and grabbed a ski-masked man from the floorboard, beating him until he collapsed.

And you don’t know it, but you’ve got trouble in your back seat.

And God is following you.

And He will never give up, so you might as well.

Not England, Too?

You just never know when and where the next tangle will happen. This is sad. But read it.

Inspiring, Scripture, Who's the mom here?, Womanhood

Big Numbers from Little Ones

Posted on January 20, 2014January 20, 2014 by Katharine

An estimated 11,000,000 people died in the Nazi holocaust. About 6,000,000 of those were Jews, about 1,100,000 were children.

Those are big numbers.

The Haitian government estimated 220,000 died in the 2010 earthquake.

Over 5,000 died in the Philippine typhoon last November.

Around 230,000 died in the Boxing Day tsunami in the Indian Ocean.

Big numbers.

When even one person dies, it is a big number to those who loved him.

Here’s another big number: 56,600,000.

Fifty times the number of babies Hitler killed.

That’s how many babies America has killed since Roe v. Wade.

God had a plan for each one of them. He loved each one.

Abortion terminates the lives of human beings with souls, with beating hearts, with digesting stomachs–babies recoiling in pain, desperately trying to escape their killers. Yet their killers claim they are not really taking a life. How can they honestly say that?

If a coroner checks for absence of a heartbeat to determine death, shouldn’t the presence of a heartbeat prove there is life?

We must continue to pray and to repent .We must not become weary in this battle for life. We must continue to speak out, raise our voices, and vote to protect the innocent; but above all, to pray. We are not fighting flesh and blood–this is a spiritual battle and our prayers are more powerful than politicians and judges.

Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy. Proverbs 31: 8-9

The pro-abortion crowd screams about freedom of choice, saying, “IT’S MY BODY!”

What about the baby’s body?
Who will cry out for the baby?

While you go about your business, today, 4,400 more innocent people will be submitted to capital punishment, although they have committed no crime and have had no trial, no attorney, no basic rights we’d give even to a prisoner of war.

Not only will they be denied the basic anesthesia even a veterinarian would use, but also, they will be ripped to pieces and injected with toxins.

Four thousand, four hundred times, today.

That’s a big number.

Believe it or not!, Scripture

Nothing New Under the Sun, but Under the Ground? Something Really Old.

Posted on January 11, 2014January 12, 2014 by Katharine

This makes the Roman Catacombs look like a toy,
and Minecraft like a joke.

They’ve been finding entire underground cities that ancient historians once spoke of, complete with rivers and cathedrals, and they’ve not really been getting the word out until now. This amazing article will make you want to go there. It can make more sense of Hebrews 11:36-39, where the Bible tells us:

“Some faced jeers and flogging, while still others were chained and put in prison. They were stoned; they were sawed in two; they were put to death by the sword They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted, and mistreated–the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, and in caves and holes in the ground.”

Well, enjoy the link. It’s amazing to think of all the work these finds took to produce in the first place.

But I’d sure not want to live there, would you?

Believe it or not!, Guest Post, Inspiring

What is your phobia?

Posted on October 22, 2013May 17, 2015 by Katharine

I write on Arkansas Women Bloggers’ Website, today, about what used to be my phobia, and once you read it, you will know why it was my fear and how I got rid of it.

For more excitement you can read some of my posts about fear:

And finally, before you skip on over to Arkansas Women Bloggers, allow me to tell you a story about a daughter of a friend of mine. I’ll call her Emily.

Emily was a newly wed and at first, she and her husband lived in her parents’ hunting cabin, in the form of an old trailer house, near a river around here, while they worked to build up savings and tried to find the perfect house. They also needed to buy the furniture for their new life and had just purchased a brand new hide-a-bed couch and had placed in the living room of that trailer house. On a whim, one night, they decided to try out the mattress inside that new couch.

That night, unbeknownst to them, a tornado approached and tried to take their lives. However, since they were asleep in the hide-a-bed when it hit and lifted and rolled the trailer house, their “bed” folded up upon them and enclosed them in that brand new mattress while all the jumble of being in a tornado was going on.

They escaped unharmed except for bruises.

After examining the damage they realized the rest of the miraculous protection they had received that night: In their bedroom, where they might have been except for the “random” decision to try out the new mattress in the living room, they found the dresser had landed on the mattress of their bed and had cut it into two pieces.

They would have been dead except…

Before very long they bought a beautiful, old. two-story house in the graceful section of town and another tornado hit, toppling an old oak tree directly into their upstairs bedroom. They were not at home, another “random” decision, this time to accept an impromptu dinner invitation.

After that, Emily was convinced she was the safe one during tornadoes.

We live where large-scale farmers grow tomatoes for market. Emily’s job was humble, working in the tomato fields alongside migrant workers, picking tomatoes.

It pays.

One day, as they all were working, a tornado approached, visibly, and, of course, all the workers were terrified.

Except for Emily..

She firmly commanded all the migrant workers–who all were men–to gather around her, as she claimed God would not let a tornado harm her. They believed her, and like a mother hen, Emily enclosed all those men very close to her, wrapping her arms around them, and they all prayed, not all in English.

The tornado lifted.

She was right.

And I aim to be like her, someday.

Okay, NOW go on over to Arkansas Women Bloggers and learn more about my old phobia!