Category Archives: Spirituality

Legislating Morality

As citizens of the United States we are all given rights to our opinions and lifestyles. We have the right to express our opinions in a peaceful manner. We send representatives to congress on both the state and federal level. While their jobs are to represent what is best for all citizens, it is impossible for them to create laws to change the hearts of the people.

Let’s take gun control as one example. I had a person tell me that “no one NEEDS to own an automatic weapon”. Perhaps. But that’s not the point. As law-abiding citizens, we have the right, if we WANT, to own an automatic weapon. Guns of any kind are only as dangerous as the evil in the hearts of those who hold them. No law can change that.

Sometimes I wonder about those who protest certain legislation. Does their protest really solve the root problem? Are they communicating about a change that will make a real difference? Or are you just marching, carrying signs and making a bunch of noise? Maybe the answer is yes to the first two questions. But sometimes I wonder — is there a better way to make a difference and not only change laws but turn hearts.

Think about it…

KK

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It is Quiet Now…Sunday’s Coming

It is quiet now. His body is guarded in the tomb. It’s been a long few days. He said he would raise on the third day. We can count on Sunday coming, watch this–sunday's coming It’s Friday… But Sunday’s a Coming (Don Buck P Creacy)

Every time we find ourselves feeling lonely, betrayed, and hopeless, remember, Sunday is coming, again.

Blessings to you,

KK

My Savior

My Savior is dead.

Lost in a tomb.

Hands and feet scarred for my sake –

Yet I lay in sorrow for Him                   …I presume

 

I wander to his final resting place hoping for the unexpected

The stone cast away and my LORD nowhere to be found

All that was left were cloths that wrapped him

Are his words true, is this real, is it all connected.

 

Turning to see a man in flashing white saying, “Fear not!” Jesus has risen!

My spirit lifted and I was alive again

His words were true, and his ways righteous

For he is alive and living and no longer hidden.

 

Joy, hope, happiness arise from his grave

Hope and faith was given through Jesus our savior

Freedom from sin and death Jesus gave

He is alive and in him is no failure

Today is the day that Jesus conquers death

All creation can breathe a new breath.

 

— Cole H. Taylor

My Redeemer Lives

Nicole Mullen says it all click here to listen: Nicole C Mullen, My Redeemer lives redeemer

Blessings to you as we celebrate Easter — Resurrection Sunday.

KK

It’s all we have

On Saturday, everything was quiet. Jesus was dead. The disciples didn’t know what to do, so they hid. When we feel like God is silent all we can do is cling to the cross. Listen to this,

old rugged crossKaoma’s amazing version of The Old Rugged Cross.

Thoughts from the Foot of the Cross

The sun is so hot. It’s been a long day. I’ve run around following Jesus as he was dragged by the soldiers. I’m tired, but he is half dead hanging on the cross now. Sitting here is the closest I’ve been to him. The crowds have been huge and being a young girl, I keep getting pushed to the back. I’d always find a way to at least hear him. But today there was no more listening. Today, there have been accusations and beatings. Oh, the beatings. I, of course, didn’t see any of it. But I did see my Jesus when he was forced to drag his cross through the streets. Why did they have to beat him so severely? When he passed the stench made me want to turn away. But somehow his compelling spirit kept my attention focused on his eyes. There was something about them – almost like he had something to say with them. 

at the foot of the crossNow he hangs on the cross above me. The excitement is over so the people have started to leave. This gave me the opportunity to come close to this man who has taught us with parables and demonstrated grace and mercy in his healing touch. Here I sit at the foot of the cross. He took his last breath and offered up his spirit to God. He is still hanging there. I don’t know what to do. I’m just sitting here below and I know I should go home, but I can’t bring myself to go. He was so gentle in his spirit.

It was merely in his midst that tears were stopped, pain was relieved, and healing came. People who had been afflicted their entire lives. I remember something in his voice that brought comfort. His message made me feel like I have value. Me, a female, in a culture of male dominance. Just a few days ago the crowds pushed me to the rear. But now they are all gone. There are no more words from the teacher; no more stories to be explained. All the people have gone home. It’s so quiet. So here I sit at the foot of the cross. Finally, a little shade. My Jesus is hanging above me, the blood and sweat dried on his cuts.

I’m sitting in the shadow of Jesus. It’s so hot, and He provides shade. Like the comfort of his words. I need to go home. My mother told me to stay away from all of this. But I couldn’t. I have followed him whenever he was in our town. I am drawn to him. He talks of a new kingdom, of peace, of forgiveness – a new law for living? I am hungry to learn more, but now he is gone. He even said I could have a new beginning; he didn’t tell me, of course, but he told some others. My entire life has been planned – I’m to be a wife and a mother. If that is what God desires I will do it, but what I’ve heard from Jesus will stay in my heart no matter what. 

Now he’s gone and here I sit. With all the people stirring today, I am more dusty and dirty than usual. It doesn’t normally bother me. Look at my dress, it’s a mess with dirt. As I lower my head into my hands I notice a drop of his blood has covered a spot of dirt. I can’t stop staring at it. His blood on me as I sit in the shadow of the cross. A part of Him now permanently on me.

My mother will know where I’ve been. Maybe she won’t tell my father. I heard some of the men who followed and helped Jesus say that he’s going to come again. Something about him raising from the dead on the third day. Oh, if that were true…

Blocking the sun with my hand I look up at him, hanging there lifeless, Will you raise from the dead in three days?  The sun is setting. I have to get home. Looking up at my savior – please come back. I need to hear you words again.

Standing and dusting off my dress, the blood stain is smeared, but remains. I want to stay, but I have to go. I have to leave the foot of the cross. This is the closest I’ve come to Jesus. If I could stay here, I would. The soldiers are coming to take down the body. As I begin to leave, I hear the soldier in charge say something about him being the son of God. Did he believe? I feel like I’m leaving a part of me at the cross. What will the third day bring?

Those Who Have Ears…

Recently, I launched my assault on the middle-age weight and shape challenge. My arsenal is a treadmill in the gym and my motivating music is a playlist that I developed just for the event. Actually, I have two lists.

One is made up of the hits of the 80’s – Abba, Michael Jackson, Aerosmith, and Paula Abdul – all the dance favorites from my high school and cruising days. The other list is full of praise music – Casting Crowns, Amy Grant, Carrie Underwood, Nicole Mullen; these favorites lift my spirit while getting me moving.

My first few campaigns on the treadmill I listened to my hits of the 80’s. I boogied my way a couple of miles down the road old lady cartoon 2maintaining personal restraint not to belt out that I am the Dancing Queen! Later in the week I was at the gym very early one morning and decided to listen to praise music instead. At the end of my 4,000 steps I came off the treadmill not dancing physically, but my spirit was lighter. The music and its message gave my demeanor a new energy and perspective on the day.

It made me wonder about the different types of music and how I felt after my workout and listening. Exercising is known to lift the spirit while getting your blood pumping. By listening to praise music, am I lifting my spirit and my soul while tightening all my drooping parts?

Your thoughts on music…

KK