Source: http://nyti.ms/isK7m4
A recent study came out from the NY Times about where to live to avoid a natural disaster (or to seek one, if you’re the adventurous type).
Earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, drought, hail…you name it. They put it all together on a scale to give a guesstimate.
How safe do you feel?
I wonder if any of this would have been helpful during Noah’s time pre-flood (probably not).
Nearly 24 hours ago, I was chatting with my Dad before our late dinner when the news popped on. Then our eyes were glued to the TV just like 10 years ago when that man in the news launched an attack against the US.
After taking it all in, the cameras turned to the crowds outside the White House and around the World Trade Center. People were cheering and celebrating the death of the most wanted terrorist in the country.
I’ll admit. I kinda wanted to be at the party 3000 miles away. It looked fun to jump around and dance with people.
But it didn’t feel right to shout joy over someone’s death, if that was what people were doing.
What DID feel right for me to do:
“I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ~Anonymous
MLK Jr. didn’t write it as people claimed.
But if he wasn’t capped to this day, he might have resonated with its ideals.
Peace,
Al
I could be pissed that her parents may not have apprenticed her in the ways of the Jedi.
But I’ll just guess she was just being creative.
Al
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My joyous life…hasn’t yet come. And it never will. At least on this earth.
Instead, it would be at the wedding feast of the Lamb.
I have no idea what it will really be like, except there will be “no more”.
And I would be finally stand face-to-face with my Savior.
Because God made a way.
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On Easter Sunday, we must remember that salvation is here and our best life is yet to come. He died, rose from the grave, and we are secured for eternity.
My longest day came in the hospital recovery room after my 5+ hour maxillofacial surgery.
I laid in bed wrapped with casts around my head and the rest of my body was under white sheets to keep me warm. Like a mummy about to be inserted into his tomb.
The drugs kept me from feeling anything, except for a dryness in my throat that seems unanswered.
The IV was the only thing that could sustain me, but it also wouldn’t let me rest (bathroom every hour).
A whole night alone in the dark, cold room.
Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t feel.
Nobody and nothing to stay with me through the night.
I was alone. Waiting.
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I remember my longest day (or night) because God was there. He knew his promise of a light to break through.
On Holy Saturday, we must remember the uncertainty and unknown that came after the sacrifice. That even in the longest wait, there would be a rising sun.
