The Narrow Path (.net): 5/31/12
In respect to salvation and believing in Jesus Christ, “What about those who are mentally ill?” http://bit.ly/KNuEoa
1 noteToday on The Narrow Path (.net) 5/30/12
When we look at the Beatitudes, we often see them as Jesus talking to just one group of people, and that group of people is usually recognized as being the poor and powerless. But if you’ll notice, Jesus was actually talking to all kinds of people, all in different status’ and positions of power.
“Another Way Of Looking At the Beatitudes”
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Today on the Narrow Path (.net) (5/26/12)
“Hezekiah vs. Nevertheless”
This is actually one of my favorite posts, not only b/c of the work I put into it, but also b/c it’s a very popular post. I encourage you to check it out and allow it to challenge you, also.
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Today on the Narrow Path (.net) - Friday, 5/25/12
Today on the Narrow Path (.net):
Dear Pastor Andy, Any Chance Israel Would Give Their Land Back to Living Canaanites?
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Today on “The Narrow Path (.net)” (5/23/12)
Have you ever wondered what it means to “Take up your cross and follow”? Read all about it today on “The Narrow Path (.net)”.
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Today on The Narrow Path:
Do you have a misconception about Heaven and who will be going there? What does the Bible tells us? Find out here: http://bit.ly/KvRVaR
Something Every Teenage Girl Needs To Hear
My mom sent me a letter that she’d typed up, originally written from the hand of my great-grandmother to my grandmother.
My grandma was 3 at the time it was written. My great-grandmother was dying at the time she wrote it, and knowing her daughter would be taken care of by relatives, gave instructions for the letter to be given to her when she reached the age of 12.
This is the letter my great-grandmother wrote to my grandmother, which my grandmother read 9 years after the death of her mother:
“For Louise when she is 12 years old. From Mamma”
Written May 10, 1916.
“My dear little lamb - left alone to the temptations of the sinful world. I want you to have this on your 12th birthday. Now you are not quite 3, and I am lying here in bed and can’t get well. You never can know how I have suffered at the thought of leaving my children and my dear little baby especially.
The boys are older and are better used to the world, but I love them just as much as you.
Darling, you are now at a very foolish age, and you will think you know more than Aunt Carrie, or whoever has the care of you. Maybe if it’s a cruel stepmother, you are not wrong, but go ask Aunt Carrie or Aunt Blanche or somebody and do what they tell you.
Aunt Carrie knows what is best, she wants you do do right, I know.
Don’t ever be foolish about the boys, dear. Use them like a lady by being friendly to all of them, speak to them, but don’t be intimate. I know this is right, for I was foolish myself, and now I know how I have suffered for it.
If I had waited until I was 30 or 35 to marry and not had any beaus, I might have been strong today. Don’t have beaus ‘til you are 20 or more. You think you need them, but you don’t. Go to school. You need an education and you can’t get it and let the boys take up your thot’s. Get an education and be independent. If you have your own money, youi can spend it as you like.
Have a good name, above all else. Be pure and good. Love the Lord Jesus. Ask Him to help you be good. You say your prayers now, and then after you get through you say ‘Jesus loves me now don’t He.’ I always told you He would love you when you are 3, and He will love you at 12 and forever if you keep Him as your friend and ask Him about everything.
Don’t let one lead you to be bad. When someone wants you to be bad or do something wrong, stop and think and ask yourself this question: ‘Would I want Mamma to see me do that?’ If I couldn’t see it, then don’t do it.
I must quit, darling. I am so tired. It’s 3 months since I got sick, so this has taken me a long time, as I am weak. But there is love for you and the boys and Papa in ti all ___ (unreadable word?) and I want it to help you all. So God bless you all and may you still be one family as I longed to see.
Your loving Mamma.
May God keep you always. All of you.”
Whitney Houston
I notice that most everything everybody’s saying about Whitney’s death is pertaining to how the world/law/media treated or viewed her. I also think that’s where the arguing is getting its fuel. We can complain about all this, but when you get to her in general, I’m reminded of the early Christians who gave proper burials to the crucified criminals. The government, media, and everybody else continued to nail them to their cross’ in their judgments, leaving them for dead without a care. But the Christians took their bodies and gave them proper burials.
We can complain about the way Whitney Houston is revered, the honor she’s given, how she chose to live her life, or the man she married and who got her into the drugs in the first place. But in terms of her death, we need to remember that she was a human, a woman, and like those who were crucified, she too deserves a proper burial.
If you still want to complain, then maybe complain about the reasons you, yourself and others, didn’t go out of your way to effortlessly try and help her when she needed it; or why you didn’t pray for her during her lifelong trials; or why y’all and many continue to “care” about those on isolated islands who will never hear the Gospel, but don’t care to share it with those in need here in our own country…or why you’re complaining, when you should be praying and/or doing what you can to love and comfort those who she left behind.
You want to talk about somebody who knows how to throw a party responsibly?
The Lord gives us a whole ton of warm days (warm for this time of year), then for 2 days (Thursday and Friday), parties like a rock star (massive snow storm), lets everything settle over the weekend (no snow, just cold), then come Monday, restores the weather back to the mid 40s. :)
