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Contemplation is what is required to maintain a healthy mind. With it, you will have the power to communicate. Without it, you will join that ever increasing group of zombies you will pass by almost everyday of your living existence.
Contemplate that you are not what you think you are, but rather, you are what you think others think you are.
Contemplate the fact that we are really only prisoners in this world, like a person in for life. Our reality, accept it or not, nobody gets out of this world ALIVE.
Contemplate that the question really is 2bpositive, or NOT 2bpositive, that IS the (only real) question.
Contemplate that ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies is better than asking those questions and NOT knowing you're getting (only) lies.
Contemplate that being free is not doing what you want to do. True freedom, is the strength of character and fortitude to do what you DON'T want to do.
Contemplate that if you contemplate, you must be alive. However, if you elevate yourself as a giving human being as well due to your contemplating, you can be confident that you probably have a healthy soul as well.
Contemplate that the answers for the mysteries of life that you always sought , won't be that long in coming. These answers are only as far away as your remaining time in this world.
Contemplate what is the worst thing that man can do to you in this world, that your death ultimately cannot make up for.
Contemplate that although human nature is to acquire, on your way to meet your Maker, ultimately, you'll no longer have a need for pockets.
Contemplate that the value of the one true friend waiting for you tomorrow, outweighs the 100 friends you think you have today.
Contemplate that with age comes wisdom and with wisdom power--does not always guarantee--that with this newly acquired power will come wisdom.
Contemplate and if you have the brain to really contemplate, then you'll continue to contemplate and reset your life's navigational and logistic apparatus accordingly.
contemplation is like a fascination
only you control, its illumination
and decide its dissemination
hopefully, without discrimination
it is a place to go
a place to show
but most of all
THE place to grow..............
Form:
how does anyone go from being good to being great?
what is required in order for someone to elevate?
to be an agent or an angel of the Lord our God
to have been designated because of the righteousness in your heart
blessed to be a blessing when you answer God's call
from ordinary to extraordinary on your faith now standing tall
pressed into service and now affirmed by the Holy Ghost
moved beyond your comfort zone to where you're needed the most
in the process of transition increasing in your faith
accelerated from just good into someone who is great
whenever God speaks to you He will make mention
of what He requires of you and what are His intentions
He will use you as a conduit to carry the currency of His word
to tell people the gospel truth the likes of which they've never heard
and when God compels you to move forth you won't need a map nor a GPS
just follow His directions as your journey is the true test
just don't worry about the where, the when, the what, the how nor the why
as long as you Who's in control and that on His word you can rely
and wherever God leads you it will be some place for the better
just make sure you follow His heavenly navigational system to the letter
blessed to be a blessing to faith your way along
just don't wander down unmarked roads that may steer you wrong
you're now a faith walker and not just a faith talker
to let your passion for Christ be first and foremost in your life
to let your trust and belief in the Lord God be the thing that jump starts your heart
and now motivated by the Holy Spirit you will come to find
that the word of the Lord God has completely saturated your mind
blessed to be a blessing to go from good to great
fired up, pumped up and passionate in your faith
to aspire with the desire to be a blessing to your sisters and brothers
to motivate and not hesitate in making disciples of others
to go from good to great blessed to be a blessing
to adhere to the instructions that the Lord our God is stressing
willing to step out on faith and leave all you know and possess
trusting in God to guide you and in turn by Him to be blessed
going from good to great by increasing in your faith
blessed to be a blessing by the goodness you now demonstrate
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger until the journey is complete
there's no person too insignificant and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing remember God is at the helm
so hand over the keys to your life and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel while Father God is driving the van
He'll get you to your final destination according to His master plans
A Town I knew
He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian
the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable
behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what
is right, of course, including a religious attitude
a Pakistani scholar who, due to a navigational error
came to our town, left quickly through the town
reminded him of a town, called Laura in his country
The leaders of our town, also interfered with how houses should look, white or pale yellow was allowed
A rebel painted his house red, which actually used to be
a traditional color on barns, the law fined him, said
the house represented a fire hazard.
There were many missionaries around who went to Africa to educate the blacks, it was regarded as a high calling
doing God's work among the heathen
Little did they understand how racist they were seeking
implant a foreign God in a confused country
about what the missionaries called democracy.
Later, when a new political party came to power, white
a word of shame, we who had never seen a black person, except for the cook on a banana boat, so well-liked by the ladies, the captain had to go ashore to find him.
This brings us to the Jews, who had suffered cruelly and
and deserved a state of their own, anyone who tried to
disagree were called ant-Semitic
This was in stark contrast to the Jews we knew, who were viewed with suspicion as con artists
As for the Palestinians, weren't they Arabs going to Arabia, where they belonged
We know now that the Hebrews had weaponized the holocaust
at last, we see the ugly face of Israel
, a land they stole
from the Palestinians
Israel wants more, they need the Gaza Strip,
to construct
a big commercial harbor, and who knows, a canal all the way to Jerusalem
So, what's next for Palestine?
The Hamas, called terrorists today, like the late Begin of
Stern gang once was,
Tomorrow, Quin Sabe?
There were words spoken by JESUS that ring loud within me.
They were words never before spoken or heard from another.
He said, "All POWER in heaven and on earth is given to me".
He later said to some of his followers, "You shall receive power".
He was gifted with power and later shared that gift of power with others.
It is said that BEAUTY lies in the eyes of the beholder. The first impression from such a line is that there are those who see beauty differently, or even not at all. And there are those with no sight at all whose touch and sense of beauty is priceless. It is also said that beauty is only skin deep. My immediate response is to the contrary, because beauty does not fit in a box, and there's neither pits nor ocean depth to contain it.
I heard it said that fools rush in where ANGELS fear to tread. I think not that angels have fears; and I think not that there are limits to where they might tread. Moreover, me thinks that mortals such as us are best preserved by the wisdom that holds us in check by way of gravitational restraints in the atmosphere, and navigational water routes, keeping us well grounded.
From an early age, I developed an interest in NEWS via news papers, radio, and television. I tell you with a bit of a sigh, 'news' is not what news use to be. Once upon a time, it was the news type that essentially enveloped one with "information" and less propagation, less commentary, and less opinions. I was fortunate to learn early on how to listen well and develop my own opinions; and if there was to be a 'spin zone', I owned my zone.
101620PSCtest, Mystery Word Find, Caren Krutsinger
The 5 words randomly picked from, The Living New Testament:
Power, Beauty, Angel, Jesus, and News
Today we traveled from Bayfield, Wisconsin to Bark River, Michigan
We are staying at a beautiful cabin by the lake….
The 200 mile drive went smoothly…except for one slight navigational mistake.
We planned to stop at this 52 foot. statue of Hiawatha
In Iron River…where…since 1964 he has stood.
In my defense…not knowing Michigan
it’s easy to mix up Iron River…with the similar sounding Ironwood.
So…when we reached Iron River and Deborah read about the statue
I was half right …Hiawatha is his name
but he stands in the town of Ironwood…100 miles back the way we came.
So much for Hiawatha…and my map reading expertise…
but we forgot all about him when we reached our cabin…
nestled among white cedar trees.
We learned from Walt, the owner of our cabin,
as we felt a cool Lake Michigan breeze…
how, to the Native Americans, white cedars are considered sacred trees.
In his front yard we listened…surrounded by a wide array of flowers
while Walt told us how they believe the white cedars are imbued with healing powers.
How passed down from their ancestors…were legends such as these…
that there are protective spirits hidden in these trees.
He encouraged us to hug these trees… so we could feel their power too
which of course the two of us were more than willing and happy to do.
The white cedars are also called the tree of life…
because…lasting through the summer heat and the winter cold….
some white cedars standing today…are well over 1000 years old.
If we had to miss a 52 foot Hiawatha…by taking the wrong route
landing in thicket of 50 foot tall white cedar was a wonderful substitute
Stories such as these…like the one you have just heard…
prove once again how life is…and always will be…such a beautiful word.
If there were a diagram of my life's journey,
it would begin in The Southern United States;
and crossing the mighty Mississippi River,
proceed North and slightly East for about 600
miles.
After some 5 years, it would then point further
North but slightly west for about 100 miles.
One year later, career circumstances would then
force a return to the point from which it last came.
After another year, the lines would then portray a Southern
turn back to the point where my life began. Another 4
years would pass, and the line would then point straight
West for some 2000 miles to the Pacific Ocean.
After a stint of 8 years there, the diagram would proceed North
and slightly East for about 100 miles. After a long duration
of 36 years there, the line would about-face and show a
return all the way back to my Southern roots. Who knew?
This navigational diagram had no prior dream of pursuing
such a course, but life happened and a Divine Plan unfolded.
I went along for the ride. There were some difficult navigational
twists and turns, high tides, and troubled seas. There were good
times and bad times, fires, quakes, flooding, and perfect storms.
But what could be a final landing has proven to be a God encounter.
Through the journey on life's highway, I have learned the truth
of God's word which says, "In their hearts, humans plan their
course, but the LORD establishes their steps". *
012523PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 34. Edward Ibeh
Title choice: Navigating Through Life's Highway.
*Proverbs 16:9. NIV
Snow is white
He was born in a rather narrow-minded town that had
strict rules for acceptable behaviour, no bars, no restaurant
serving alcohol and no public display of affection.
A Muslim scholar who came to this town by navigational
error, left in a hush, claiming the city was too Pakistani
Houses were painted white, or very light yellow no other
colours were allowed, a rebel, a communist painted his
house red, the law came down hard on him, said his house
was a fire hazard,
had to paint white over the red that made his dwelling look
like a diabetic ulcer.
When new people bought the house, they scrapped off
the old colour painted the house brilliantly white, only to
discover “white” was no longer a favourite colour.
Any colour would do but white.
Books and articles were written about how terrible the whites
500 years ago, were, colonizing nonwhite countries behaving
cruelly statues of that time were thrown into the sea, great noise
from the righteous people of the day.
The whites took to hating themselves in winter use self-tanning
cream and in summers sat so long time on the beach they got
wrinkled skin and cancers.
But not despair everything is in transition, like men who feel
like women cut off their es and wear frocks only to discover
nothing had been wrong with them, just being gay.
Too late for them, you might say, but it is also too late for us as
we gladly walk down the path in an oblivious haze towards
the bleaching of the bones.
It’s taken care of.
A friend of ours
who owns property by the Ohio river
has agreed to make use of her pontoon boat,
to take my ashes, to scatter them.
I have been working toward this, making plans,
arranging for loose connections to connect;
it’s what I want and imagined.
Now we are drifting over an Autumnal morning mist,
the craft, a handful of mourners, the low throb
of a 90 horse power outboard motor.
I like the thought
of 90 horses under my cardboard urn.
I like the way even Autumn can be arranged
with a little forward planning.
I envision the water churning, horses
plowing a way through the still stream,
the craft rocking gently, a limousine
full of spectral wide-eyed children,
some of them sketching elaborate blueprints
of the day after,
some plotting navigational calibrations
regarding, spread, speed and eventual dissolution
of burnt atoms into the smaze of
recycled fish food.
We are all sanguine, buoyant with hope and wonder.
I would pat myself on the back if I could.
My wife kisses my dark container,
everything is going just as it should,
I have taken great care developing this scene.
My widow has not had breakfast yet
and the air is a little chilly.
‘Now’, I declare, ‘better here than elsewhere
don’t let the plot drift away’.
The mist is lifting, soon the world
will reveal itself to be just shorelines
between one dream and another.
I need to be away,
vainglorious schedules must be met,
the script notarized.
Standing here feeling the constancy of the trade winds blowing my hair around
I marvel at the bright whiteness of the birds flying in their madly screaming love of
life
Again I try to focus on one. It’s a futile task for even my young eyes
How they can go through these intricate maneuvers without colliding is amazing
The tarmac is white with their waste and once more I thank them for their
consideration
Soon I too will be aloft flying in the false darkness of a super Constellation radar
patrol plane
Watching Russian “trawlers” and the “whales” that sometimes accompany them
We’ve used them as navigational aids on the way back from the Aluetians to this
white sand dot called Midway
Their constant patrolling has helped many a time when the day clouds in and
Nav can’t get a sunline. The same two eyes that can’t keep up with
a gull have found us the way home.
Scope doping, manning a line of defense, flying thru all weather conditions,
a wall of planes, ten eyes each ,doing sentry duty in relative comfort
Days of boredom seconds of terror It improves my poolgame plays hell with my
poker skills (folding sucks) and makes 3 2 beer taste okay while we play soft ball
awaiting the next flight Three more then it’s back to Honolulu
What will it be like remembering these perfect beaches and awesome sunsets
when I’m old and forty Will this Elvis rock still be around?
I wonder if England has any country singers
Nah! Who’d under stand them?