This blog is completely true and verifiable, but for the sake of confidentiality, I
will leave out the name of the person that I am going to write about. OK?
So four and a half years ago a person was found guilty of a horrible crime that the
person didn't commit.
This person was found guilty of touching a child in an indecent way. The lawyer that
represented this person, was a public defender.
Though, there may be good ones out there, this particular lawyer was a complete and
utter disgrace as a defense attorney. His job was to defend his innocent client,
(remember the right... presumed innocent until proven guilty, beyond a shadow of doubt)...
not to let said client get railroaded, thrown to the wolves, to be devoured by a
system that was put in place to protect the innocent and punish the guilty.
The lawyer allowed a miscarriage of justice to occur, and the prosecution got away
with murder. They were allowed to tell lies on the stand, change their victim's
testimony, even the victim's mother changed her story from one day in the trial to
the next, and present new evidence the day of the trial. The defense sat there
dumbfounded, with no objections, just a dirty and unkempt appearance.
The defense attorney never called the client's witnesses. He said the client wasn't
incarcerated so his case didn't take priority, even up to one business day before
the trial. He allowed the 600 rule to pass, uncontested and violated several of the
client's constitutional rights.
The spouse of the client went to the State Representative. He listened and back
then, but could do nothing to assist.
The couple followed all the advice that the lawyer had given them,and trusted him to
steer them in the right direction, to no avail.
The client was found guilty on three charges, and was later sentenced to serve jail
time, be on parole and then serve a period of 3 years probation, and be listed on
Megan's law for a period of ten years.
After four and a half years, the couple found a lawyer to help them with the appeal
process and he told them that because the public defender had handled the case the
way he did, the client would not be able to fight the injustice that had been thrown
in their direction....
Here's the light in the tunnel.. The spouse asked the new lawyer to write a letter stating that the client had been wrongfully convicted based on constitutional rights being infringed upon and literally compromised, ineffective counsel and other various reasons.The new lawyer did just that and in one paragraph of his letter, he wrote those very words.
There was a second lawyer that tried to help get an appeal for the innocent client, stating the prosecution didn't have enough evidence to bring the client to trial and that the state handled it wrong.
The former state representative declared it a "witch hunt" way back then and decided that he would write a letter for the client to help in any way he could.
The spouse was so elated. The spouse decided to write a letter to the mayor, state representative, attorney general, the governor, and the president of the United states of America.
A good many people thought that the client was guilty as charged. The spouse never gave up hope and knew of the client's complete innocence. They dealt with public humiliation, public disgrace, the client was banned from ever going to the church that the couple had attended for a couple of years, the paper printed terrible lies, (which people think is the gospel truth, though it is usually a pack of made up lies.) The spouse lost their lively hood that kept them off welfare. On and on the
list goes. Their lives could never return to normal.
So the spouse said the letters will get sent and if the higher ups can do something to help, that is what is wanted and if not well, at least let the world know that the client was wrongfully convicted
My own personal point of view: there are perverts out there that are harming children. They do need to be stopped and punished with great severity, and may I add, that if a person is a true sexual offender that person needs to be locked away and receive major counseling and not be released until the authorities are certain beyond a shadow of doubt that person is well again.
On the other hand, there are people that are accused of committing horrible crimes against a child and they are truly innocent. But the Word of a child is powerful. There are those people that think that a child cannot lie, however, we all know that is simply not true. If a child wants to, they can surely tell a whopper of a story and make you believe, it hook line and sinker.
I firmly believe that if a "victim" is found to be truthful and has truly been harmed, then by all means get that dirty scoundrel away from society and lock them up so that they cannot hurt another person ever again.
If the "victim" has no physical evidence and is proven to be a liar, that person needs help and fast, before they destroy a person's life, family, and reputation that has been spotless in the community. The "victim" should also have to pay restitution if they go to trial and are later found out to be liars.
I know that this blog is most likely offensive to some viewers and for that I apologize. However, I personally know of three different people who are sitting in jails today, that I feel the system has locked up without any evidence to support their case. ( I know a lot jailbirds say they are innocent... and some of them are.)
Thanks for reading and the next time you read something in the paper, realize that there are two sides to every story and sometimes you only get part of the story. Not everything the paper prints is the truth!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
You may never know
You may never know whose life you will affect, along the way.
Sometimes we go through life thinking things like, what is the point of my life?
Would anybody miss me if I were gone off the face of the earth.
I would like to tell you that your life is important and you matter to God and to me. I may not know you personally, but if you are somehow reading this blog.. I am feeling led to write this for someone, so it must be you.
I was reading to my two little kids today, a book about Maxie. She did the same things day after long boring day and so did her cat. The book describes her as getting up at exactly 7 am, doing her daily routine minute for minute each day, without anyone seemingly taking notice or caring.
So one day, she decided that she was tired and had no desire to get up, to pull the blinds to boil the water for tea, go get the milk, take out her trash, tend to her bird or feed the cat. She decided that she would sleep away her misery, because no one really cared anyhow.
Well, as chance would have it, her life, however meaningless it seemed to her actually affected about four hundred other people in her apartment complex, that she didn't even realize.
For each thing that she did, actually awaken other people in the building and they would go on their day because of say, her door opening, the tea kettle brewing, the cat meowing the chirping of the bird or the squeaking of the front door....
When the neighbors realized that she wasn't up and around, they all piled into her little apartment, to see what was the trouble was. Was she dead or what?
Nope, not dead just depressed. You think they would have compassion on her, but no they did not. the one neighbor was bold enough to say "You've ruined my day." because you didn't lift your blinds, I didn't know what time it was, so my son missed his preschool bus, I was late to work and my boss fired me.
Another one piped up and said when your whistle, so I didn't get up to go to work and now there are about fifty people down at the restaurant, waiting for me to cook their breakfast before they go to work.
A third man chimed in with, now I have rotten milk waiting in the truck, because everyone was so concerned about you that I came to see why you didn't get your milk, leaving my truck to sit in the morning sun.
So Maxie jumped out of bed, pulled the blinds, fed the cat, took out the trash, uncovered the bird, and took care of all the morning duties. She boiled enough water to make tea for all the disgruntled people that crowded into her little house, on the third floor.
She realized that her life did matter to other people.
Here's my puny little opinion about this: everyone is important. No one is exempt! So if you feel you aren't important or are feeling left out of the realm of life, go visit someone in a nursing home, Go see a shut in, send a letter to someone in the hospital, write to a friend who has a busy life style, cook a meal for an elderly person, hey take a step in the wild direction and write to someone who is incarcerated.
Speaking of which, I am currently writing to six people who are incarcerated. I am always humbled by their friendship. Sometimes, when my day seems "awful" if I dare say it.. for fear that something worse will happen.. I will get a letter from one of them and I am immediately made aware of how great my life really is.
Sometimes we go through life thinking things like, what is the point of my life?
Would anybody miss me if I were gone off the face of the earth.
I would like to tell you that your life is important and you matter to God and to me. I may not know you personally, but if you are somehow reading this blog.. I am feeling led to write this for someone, so it must be you.
I was reading to my two little kids today, a book about Maxie. She did the same things day after long boring day and so did her cat. The book describes her as getting up at exactly 7 am, doing her daily routine minute for minute each day, without anyone seemingly taking notice or caring.
So one day, she decided that she was tired and had no desire to get up, to pull the blinds to boil the water for tea, go get the milk, take out her trash, tend to her bird or feed the cat. She decided that she would sleep away her misery, because no one really cared anyhow.
Well, as chance would have it, her life, however meaningless it seemed to her actually affected about four hundred other people in her apartment complex, that she didn't even realize.
For each thing that she did, actually awaken other people in the building and they would go on their day because of say, her door opening, the tea kettle brewing, the cat meowing the chirping of the bird or the squeaking of the front door....
When the neighbors realized that she wasn't up and around, they all piled into her little apartment, to see what was the trouble was. Was she dead or what?
Nope, not dead just depressed. You think they would have compassion on her, but no they did not. the one neighbor was bold enough to say "You've ruined my day." because you didn't lift your blinds, I didn't know what time it was, so my son missed his preschool bus, I was late to work and my boss fired me.
Another one piped up and said when your whistle, so I didn't get up to go to work and now there are about fifty people down at the restaurant, waiting for me to cook their breakfast before they go to work.
A third man chimed in with, now I have rotten milk waiting in the truck, because everyone was so concerned about you that I came to see why you didn't get your milk, leaving my truck to sit in the morning sun.
So Maxie jumped out of bed, pulled the blinds, fed the cat, took out the trash, uncovered the bird, and took care of all the morning duties. She boiled enough water to make tea for all the disgruntled people that crowded into her little house, on the third floor.
She realized that her life did matter to other people.
Here's my puny little opinion about this: everyone is important. No one is exempt! So if you feel you aren't important or are feeling left out of the realm of life, go visit someone in a nursing home, Go see a shut in, send a letter to someone in the hospital, write to a friend who has a busy life style, cook a meal for an elderly person, hey take a step in the wild direction and write to someone who is incarcerated.
Speaking of which, I am currently writing to six people who are incarcerated. I am always humbled by their friendship. Sometimes, when my day seems "awful" if I dare say it.. for fear that something worse will happen.. I will get a letter from one of them and I am immediately made aware of how great my life really is.
Monday, January 18, 2010
times of reflection.
I have been loving this Face book thing. It has given me a chance to reconnect with some of my "old" friends, and enabled me to make some new ones. Sometimes when a person moves or remarries, people can loose track of each other. One of my friends from 16 years ago, said I knew another Georgia but with a different last name... i quickly responded that I am that one that she knew way back when, so it will be interesting to get reconnected.
It is also funny how a reputation may precede us. A pastor friend that knew me as a teenager,oh my that was years ago... (AAAAAAAHHHHH) (OK, now that I'm done whining) he jokingly wrote a blog by Georgia called Gabbings. Apparently, he remembered that I was never really to shy, and generally spoke my mind, though it wasn't always wise.. gee seems I still struggle to keep the opinions to myself. My teenager would agree.
I was reading one of my very close friends responses in her Face book, she said she was fasting from Face book for a while, which I know she loves, so hopefully she won't be gone too long.. she said long before we had Face book there was a gadget invented called the telephone.It is a great point and one that I would like to comment on myself, if I may.
I laugh when I see my teenager, the fastest "texter" in the west I think... sitting right next to her friends on the coach and they are texting each other about the movie that they are watching. together in the same room.. what ever happened to good old conversation?
Pretty soon the Next generation is going to forget how to speak or to be able to carry on a meaningful conversation. The only thing they will be able to do is take a medicine for the aching thumbs and talk in text-gibberish that non texters like me would think is a foreign language.
My big question for the people in my generation and those that were here before me.... what did we ever do without cell phones and all this modern technology. We talked to our friends for 10 minutes on our telephones.. not land lines and we made lists to take with us to the store so we didn't have to call home from the grocery store and say "what is it that we need?"
How about when we are in the stall next to someone in the restroom and they start talking, it's so weird, it gets me every time. I always think they are talking to me. What gets me even more are the ones with "blue tooth..." a little gadget that looks like a hearing aid and I still haven't figured out how the smoke that thing works.
Listen to me, I sound like an "old lady", but it is good to have times of reflection, to remember how it used to be and to think about where we have come from. Better yet I am looking forward to where I am going and when I die, i want to be buried with fork in my right hand.
No, I'm not crazy, well, I take that back, I am crazy, but in a good way.. if there is such a thing. I want to have a fork in my hand... cuz if one person says "ah she looks so good... I'll poke them with the fork, no just kidding. really the real reason is ..
When dinner was over at Grandma's house, she used to say keep your fork cuz something better is coming. For me, I know that when my life comes to an end, I know there is something better coming. That is heaven for me and I hope that it will be for you too.
It is also funny how a reputation may precede us. A pastor friend that knew me as a teenager,oh my that was years ago... (AAAAAAAHHHHH) (OK, now that I'm done whining) he jokingly wrote a blog by Georgia called Gabbings. Apparently, he remembered that I was never really to shy, and generally spoke my mind, though it wasn't always wise.. gee seems I still struggle to keep the opinions to myself. My teenager would agree.
I was reading one of my very close friends responses in her Face book, she said she was fasting from Face book for a while, which I know she loves, so hopefully she won't be gone too long.. she said long before we had Face book there was a gadget invented called the telephone.It is a great point and one that I would like to comment on myself, if I may.
I laugh when I see my teenager, the fastest "texter" in the west I think... sitting right next to her friends on the coach and they are texting each other about the movie that they are watching. together in the same room.. what ever happened to good old conversation?
Pretty soon the Next generation is going to forget how to speak or to be able to carry on a meaningful conversation. The only thing they will be able to do is take a medicine for the aching thumbs and talk in text-gibberish that non texters like me would think is a foreign language.
My big question for the people in my generation and those that were here before me.... what did we ever do without cell phones and all this modern technology. We talked to our friends for 10 minutes on our telephones.. not land lines and we made lists to take with us to the store so we didn't have to call home from the grocery store and say "what is it that we need?"
How about when we are in the stall next to someone in the restroom and they start talking, it's so weird, it gets me every time. I always think they are talking to me. What gets me even more are the ones with "blue tooth..." a little gadget that looks like a hearing aid and I still haven't figured out how the smoke that thing works.
Listen to me, I sound like an "old lady", but it is good to have times of reflection, to remember how it used to be and to think about where we have come from. Better yet I am looking forward to where I am going and when I die, i want to be buried with fork in my right hand.
No, I'm not crazy, well, I take that back, I am crazy, but in a good way.. if there is such a thing. I want to have a fork in my hand... cuz if one person says "ah she looks so good... I'll poke them with the fork, no just kidding. really the real reason is ..
When dinner was over at Grandma's house, she used to say keep your fork cuz something better is coming. For me, I know that when my life comes to an end, I know there is something better coming. That is heaven for me and I hope that it will be for you too.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
here's a sad story with a better ending.
A friend of mine was in a group of singles, with a bunch of other people. This friend made some very horrible choices and ended up with a legal record that was life changing, for the worse. The person served time in jail, was released and then had to try to face life. The person's child told them that they hated them and that night the person who felt so hopeless took their own life. I never knew that this person had taken their own life. When I was told this today, it broke my heart for the person's family and friends that were left behind...
To grieve, to hurt, to wonder, if there was anything that they did wrong to cause this person to make the choices in their life that led to such a heartbreaking ending. But the answer to that is no, you couldn't have changed that awful outcome, it was a choice that they made.
Notice that I left the gender of the person out of this story, deliberately, because there are many people who could say they know someone in this position.. perhaps they are there themselves.
Parents whose child is in a place of disaster, fearing for their demise, husbands or wives that are at the end of their rope and feel there is no way out, from a mess they are in.. a single person hoping to find "true love" only to be left standing alone day after day, kids who don't feel that anyone loves them and want to end their lives, people strung out on drugs with no where to turn to for help, homeless people, ( for whatever the reason), people who have lost their jobs due to the poor economy.
There are people who feel out of control in their lives, whether they feel overweight, underpaid, over worked, under appreciated, helpless and aggravated beyond repair. On and on this sadness prevails.
But I have an answer of Hope. I know where to go when the going gets tough and I have seen tough. I know whose arms are open wide, when my heart is broken into a million bits. I know who loves me when no one else seems to. I know who calls me by name when the world calls me everything but. I know who understands all the mixed up emotions that I am going through. I know the answer.
The answer is not drugs or booze, it's not an illicit affair or a child on the way that will "fix " the things that cause us to cry or weep. It's not a boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife that can cure us from loneliness or a cigarette that can take the edge off, it's nothing that we can put our hands on that can make the emptiness that we feel disappear into thin air.
Then what , you say. Well, here it is my friend, here it is...
You've heard that Jesus is the answer and that is true and the only truth. Jesus wants to heal your brokenness and give you beauty for ashes. He wants to restore all that the "locusts" have destroyed, (that's all the wrong things that have happened, to you or any one you know that is hurting) Jesus wants to fill you with happiness and give you a joy unspeakable, a peace that surpasses all understanding.
To some this is confusion. "If there really is a God, why would he allow such terrible things to occur? Take the life of a child so young, allow someone who is leading 1,000 people a year to Christ, to be taken in a drunk driving accident. Allow an innocent person to be placed on trial, convicted and serve time in prison for crimes they didn't and wouldn't ever commit. Why would God take the life of a four year old orphan girl that was adopted into a christian home where she would have been loved forever.
No one knows the answers to these and worse questions. But I do know that God is sovereign and one day we will know the answers and the reasons that the Lord allowed these things to occur. Why 911 happened. why a mother of four young children was taken in the middle of the night. Why God allowed a lot of crazy people to take the lives of innocent people.
Until then, we know that God is still in control and that He truly loves each and every one of us and longs that none should perish.
I think that people are afraid to turn their lives over to the Lord, because they are afraid that they will never be good enough for him or that they have to "fix" themselves up before they can go to Him.
Here's something everyone should know. There will never be anything that we can do that would be good enough to get us to the Lord. Our righteousness is as filthy rags to him.
Jesus paid it all on the cross for our sins ( anything we say think or do that displeases God) His blood flowed down from Calvary for you and for me.
But we have a choice to make. Will we accept the free gift of salvation, with no strings attached or will we continue to think that "we can handle this on our own. " Or I will make that decision later, when I'm older.
About the friend, that took their life... he had a choice to make and unfortunately made the wrong choice, but it is never to late to talk to the Lord and let him give you a fresh start in life.
I don't care if you think you're worst of the worst or God couldn't love you because you've been too bad...
God does love you and you only have to take one step back to him , he's waiting to save you and help you.
May you find the peace that you are looking for and the love that you so desperately need.
Take care and I'm here if you need to talk.
To grieve, to hurt, to wonder, if there was anything that they did wrong to cause this person to make the choices in their life that led to such a heartbreaking ending. But the answer to that is no, you couldn't have changed that awful outcome, it was a choice that they made.
Notice that I left the gender of the person out of this story, deliberately, because there are many people who could say they know someone in this position.. perhaps they are there themselves.
Parents whose child is in a place of disaster, fearing for their demise, husbands or wives that are at the end of their rope and feel there is no way out, from a mess they are in.. a single person hoping to find "true love" only to be left standing alone day after day, kids who don't feel that anyone loves them and want to end their lives, people strung out on drugs with no where to turn to for help, homeless people, ( for whatever the reason), people who have lost their jobs due to the poor economy.
There are people who feel out of control in their lives, whether they feel overweight, underpaid, over worked, under appreciated, helpless and aggravated beyond repair. On and on this sadness prevails.
But I have an answer of Hope. I know where to go when the going gets tough and I have seen tough. I know whose arms are open wide, when my heart is broken into a million bits. I know who loves me when no one else seems to. I know who calls me by name when the world calls me everything but. I know who understands all the mixed up emotions that I am going through. I know the answer.
The answer is not drugs or booze, it's not an illicit affair or a child on the way that will "fix " the things that cause us to cry or weep. It's not a boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife that can cure us from loneliness or a cigarette that can take the edge off, it's nothing that we can put our hands on that can make the emptiness that we feel disappear into thin air.
Then what , you say. Well, here it is my friend, here it is...
You've heard that Jesus is the answer and that is true and the only truth. Jesus wants to heal your brokenness and give you beauty for ashes. He wants to restore all that the "locusts" have destroyed, (that's all the wrong things that have happened, to you or any one you know that is hurting) Jesus wants to fill you with happiness and give you a joy unspeakable, a peace that surpasses all understanding.
To some this is confusion. "If there really is a God, why would he allow such terrible things to occur? Take the life of a child so young, allow someone who is leading 1,000 people a year to Christ, to be taken in a drunk driving accident. Allow an innocent person to be placed on trial, convicted and serve time in prison for crimes they didn't and wouldn't ever commit. Why would God take the life of a four year old orphan girl that was adopted into a christian home where she would have been loved forever.
No one knows the answers to these and worse questions. But I do know that God is sovereign and one day we will know the answers and the reasons that the Lord allowed these things to occur. Why 911 happened. why a mother of four young children was taken in the middle of the night. Why God allowed a lot of crazy people to take the lives of innocent people.
Until then, we know that God is still in control and that He truly loves each and every one of us and longs that none should perish.
I think that people are afraid to turn their lives over to the Lord, because they are afraid that they will never be good enough for him or that they have to "fix" themselves up before they can go to Him.
Here's something everyone should know. There will never be anything that we can do that would be good enough to get us to the Lord. Our righteousness is as filthy rags to him.
Jesus paid it all on the cross for our sins ( anything we say think or do that displeases God) His blood flowed down from Calvary for you and for me.
But we have a choice to make. Will we accept the free gift of salvation, with no strings attached or will we continue to think that "we can handle this on our own. " Or I will make that decision later, when I'm older.
About the friend, that took their life... he had a choice to make and unfortunately made the wrong choice, but it is never to late to talk to the Lord and let him give you a fresh start in life.
I don't care if you think you're worst of the worst or God couldn't love you because you've been too bad...
God does love you and you only have to take one step back to him , he's waiting to save you and help you.
May you find the peace that you are looking for and the love that you so desperately need.
Take care and I'm here if you need to talk.
Friday, January 15, 2010
humble pie
I was reading in my quiet time this morning, in the book of Esther. That old Haman he sure was a high and mighty dude, well at least in his own eyes. He thought he was so wonderful that everyone in the kingdom should bow down and pay him honor every time he walked by. I bet he walked by quite often, just to watch those poor schmucks bend down, "lower" he probably said, as they almost touched the ground. Can't you just see him now, strutting around like a peacock. Then lowly Mordecai came into view. Oh how Haman hated him. Loathed him because Mordecai wouldn't bow the knee, as a matter of fact, flat out refused to get down at all for the "great" Haman. Every time good old Haman saw this, it boiled his blood! Boy was he mad, so he told his wife and his friends, the whole sob story. Of course, they wanted him to be happy so they said kill him, no better yet wipe out his whole family, no the whole tribe, that should make you feel much better. What a great idea, so Haman went to the king, whose wife happened to be the niece of Mordecai, but no-one knew this bit of information. Haman was sneaky, he didn't want to seem arrogant to the king, so he slyly said, there are certain people who don't honor you, King and they should be destroyed off the face of the earth. Then you will be able to rest easier knowing that everyone in your kingdom does as you say. So unknowingly, the king set into motion, a murder plot for his wife and her whole tribe.
Well, Haman was so quick that he immediately put out the papers that told how when and where this unsuspecting tribe was to be slaughtered.
Then that Mordecai, he found out that someone was plotting against the king. He told his niece Esther, which in turn notified the king. The king took care of the traitors and had Mordecai's name written in the book of the annuals for when he couldn't sleep. As it happened Esther got wind of Haman's wicked plot to kill her tribe of people. So she went before the king, unannounced, fearing for her life, he welcomed her, because he loved her and wouldn't harm a hair on her beautiful head.
He said "what would you like, I will give you up to half of my kingdom." She said, would you please come to dinner tonight and bring Haman along too. Then she invited them back for a second dinner. Boy! Now he really had a big head, all swelled up with pride!
That was easily granted so they went. Well that Haman sure did think he was pretty awesome, he got to go to dinner with the King and the Queen. Wow! Oh boy! He was flying high as a kite! On his way home, he noticed that Mordecai blatantly refused to obey his order of bowing down to him, he was livid, to say the least! So his wife, Zeresh and his friends, said take care of him tomorrow. Hang him on a gallows 75 feet high. That will fix him. So he put his men to work and they built the gallows. That night, the King couldn't sleep. Maybe God had stirred his mind. So he had his night time servant read him the book of the annuals. Lo and behold there was a passage about Mordecai. What! He had saved the life of the king and nothing had been done to honor him, well, and then Haman came in, ready to ask to kill Mordecai. The king asked what should be done for the man he wished to honor. Right away, Haman's pride hopped on the ban wagon and boy he said all kinds of great things that he thought the king should do for Him, the great one. Then his bubble burst with a big ol' pop when the king said now go do this for Mordecai, the man I wish to honor. So everything that Haman said should happen did and he had to honor Mordecai in the public square, nice and loud so everyone could hear it. Wow! Ow and double ow.
So the king and Haman attended the second dinner,with Esther. The King again asked Esther what is it that you would like, I will give you half of everything that I own. She was very pleasant and beautiful, I know he would have done anything she would have asked.
She said "spare my life and the life of my whole tribe." He gasped and probably said, what on earth are you talking about? Then she told the whole story of how that wicked Haman had plotted to kill Jews and that she herself was a Jew. The king flew into a rage, at Haman. He fled to the palace garden to cool down, and when he went back into the palace,there was Haman throwing himself on the queen begging for his life. When the king saw this, he was so angry he was ready to kill Haman himself, saying "now you would even rape my queen in my own home." The onlookers called to the king, "he built a gallows to kill Mordecai on, it's 75 feet high." The king ordered "Hang Him on his own gallows!' They did and then the king calmed down.
To me this whole story is one of pride and humility. One man who thought he was all that had a good dose of humble pie to eat and the one who was truly humble was exalted to one of the king's highest positions in the kingdom and he had never said a word about being great.
I wonder how we view ourselves, high and mighty, we're all that and a bag of chips or do we realize that we are just a breath of air, like a flower here today and gone tomorrow.
But there is good news, we can rest easily knowing that once we become a child of the King of Kings, one day we will be lifted up to sit with the God of the universe at his right side.
So have a great day and the next time you see someone who doesn't look exactly the way you think he or she should look, don't view them as less than yourself. Look at them through the eyes of Our Lord Jesus, because I don't know about you but I don't like eating humble pie.
Well, Haman was so quick that he immediately put out the papers that told how when and where this unsuspecting tribe was to be slaughtered.
Then that Mordecai, he found out that someone was plotting against the king. He told his niece Esther, which in turn notified the king. The king took care of the traitors and had Mordecai's name written in the book of the annuals for when he couldn't sleep. As it happened Esther got wind of Haman's wicked plot to kill her tribe of people. So she went before the king, unannounced, fearing for her life, he welcomed her, because he loved her and wouldn't harm a hair on her beautiful head.
He said "what would you like, I will give you up to half of my kingdom." She said, would you please come to dinner tonight and bring Haman along too. Then she invited them back for a second dinner. Boy! Now he really had a big head, all swelled up with pride!
That was easily granted so they went. Well that Haman sure did think he was pretty awesome, he got to go to dinner with the King and the Queen. Wow! Oh boy! He was flying high as a kite! On his way home, he noticed that Mordecai blatantly refused to obey his order of bowing down to him, he was livid, to say the least! So his wife, Zeresh and his friends, said take care of him tomorrow. Hang him on a gallows 75 feet high. That will fix him. So he put his men to work and they built the gallows. That night, the King couldn't sleep. Maybe God had stirred his mind. So he had his night time servant read him the book of the annuals. Lo and behold there was a passage about Mordecai. What! He had saved the life of the king and nothing had been done to honor him, well, and then Haman came in, ready to ask to kill Mordecai. The king asked what should be done for the man he wished to honor. Right away, Haman's pride hopped on the ban wagon and boy he said all kinds of great things that he thought the king should do for Him, the great one. Then his bubble burst with a big ol' pop when the king said now go do this for Mordecai, the man I wish to honor. So everything that Haman said should happen did and he had to honor Mordecai in the public square, nice and loud so everyone could hear it. Wow! Ow and double ow.
So the king and Haman attended the second dinner,with Esther. The King again asked Esther what is it that you would like, I will give you half of everything that I own. She was very pleasant and beautiful, I know he would have done anything she would have asked.
She said "spare my life and the life of my whole tribe." He gasped and probably said, what on earth are you talking about? Then she told the whole story of how that wicked Haman had plotted to kill Jews and that she herself was a Jew. The king flew into a rage, at Haman. He fled to the palace garden to cool down, and when he went back into the palace,there was Haman throwing himself on the queen begging for his life. When the king saw this, he was so angry he was ready to kill Haman himself, saying "now you would even rape my queen in my own home." The onlookers called to the king, "he built a gallows to kill Mordecai on, it's 75 feet high." The king ordered "Hang Him on his own gallows!' They did and then the king calmed down.
To me this whole story is one of pride and humility. One man who thought he was all that had a good dose of humble pie to eat and the one who was truly humble was exalted to one of the king's highest positions in the kingdom and he had never said a word about being great.
I wonder how we view ourselves, high and mighty, we're all that and a bag of chips or do we realize that we are just a breath of air, like a flower here today and gone tomorrow.
But there is good news, we can rest easily knowing that once we become a child of the King of Kings, one day we will be lifted up to sit with the God of the universe at his right side.
So have a great day and the next time you see someone who doesn't look exactly the way you think he or she should look, don't view them as less than yourself. Look at them through the eyes of Our Lord Jesus, because I don't know about you but I don't like eating humble pie.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
sloppy little kisses
You know you love someone when they are gooey and sticky and yet you can't refuse one of their sloppy little kisses. They melt your heart! Sometimes when we are going through our day, with our little ones, we might get frustrated or annoyed by the things that they do. Maybe they have dumped their bowl of cereal over their brother's head or poured juice all over the table. Perhaps they have slogged your commode with a toy tractor or flushed a kotex. Whatever it may be, we can get upset and even feel like running away to a quiet place. it's in these chaotic "mom"-ents that we need to step back and realize that our children are a gift from God. Take time to renew your- self each day, that when the feet want to run and the ears want to block out the screaming, you can remember those sloppy little kisses.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Hello and a good day to all, so far I have had no success with people commenting on my blog, so if you read this or the others let me know that you found me and that I am not just typing random thoughts into cyberspace for the cobwebs to gather dust in.
Anyway, enough of my whining: Today I would like to share with you about something that I feel is very important.
So do you know the day that you will die? How about when the doctors say: "you have three months left to live" to me that is one of the craziest things I can think of, besides this one... at a funeral, standing at the casket... awe she looks good or he really looks good... no they look dead"
Now back to my thought for the day.. Can anyone truly know the hour or the minute that our life will be taken from us? No just the opposite is true, it comes like a thief in the night and then we are gone.
Gone from this world, but there is a hereafter. No, not a place of partying and everlasting booze parties with friends, rather a place with God for eternity in eternal joy and bliss or a place of suffering and torment, forever away from the God who loves us and created us to be with him.
I wonder where will you spend that time, that though we can not see it now or even begin to comprehend it's meaning or even the length of time that is forever. It will happen.
Here on earth, we think of things in terms of years, but we know that it eventually comes to an end, but eternity will not end. I hope that you will think about this today and think about what you want to do.... suffer, smell burning sulfur, gnash and grind your teeth, weep and wail, complete darkness, never ending doom or would you rather be where there is light and joy and peace and happiness, forever celebrating with the God of the universe, the one who created you to be with him for eternity and longs that not one should perish.
So today I challenge you to get right with God and determine right now where you will spend eternity. What you must do is to ask The Lord Jesus to come into your heart and to forgive you for your sins. Ask him to be the Lord and savior of your life. And don't think that it won't happen to you because you are to young and have too much life in you..
I have a dear friend's daughter that was only 17 when the Lord called her home. Right before she died one of the passengers in the car said, Tia said "if we die right now, I know where I am going."
Powerful last words, from someone so young... how about you... if the Lord were to call on you to come home in a few moments, would you be able to say like Tia "I know where I am going?"
Anyway, enough of my whining: Today I would like to share with you about something that I feel is very important.
So do you know the day that you will die? How about when the doctors say: "you have three months left to live" to me that is one of the craziest things I can think of, besides this one... at a funeral, standing at the casket... awe she looks good or he really looks good... no they look dead"
Now back to my thought for the day.. Can anyone truly know the hour or the minute that our life will be taken from us? No just the opposite is true, it comes like a thief in the night and then we are gone.
Gone from this world, but there is a hereafter. No, not a place of partying and everlasting booze parties with friends, rather a place with God for eternity in eternal joy and bliss or a place of suffering and torment, forever away from the God who loves us and created us to be with him.
I wonder where will you spend that time, that though we can not see it now or even begin to comprehend it's meaning or even the length of time that is forever. It will happen.
Here on earth, we think of things in terms of years, but we know that it eventually comes to an end, but eternity will not end. I hope that you will think about this today and think about what you want to do.... suffer, smell burning sulfur, gnash and grind your teeth, weep and wail, complete darkness, never ending doom or would you rather be where there is light and joy and peace and happiness, forever celebrating with the God of the universe, the one who created you to be with him for eternity and longs that not one should perish.
So today I challenge you to get right with God and determine right now where you will spend eternity. What you must do is to ask The Lord Jesus to come into your heart and to forgive you for your sins. Ask him to be the Lord and savior of your life. And don't think that it won't happen to you because you are to young and have too much life in you..
I have a dear friend's daughter that was only 17 when the Lord called her home. Right before she died one of the passengers in the car said, Tia said "if we die right now, I know where I am going."
Powerful last words, from someone so young... how about you... if the Lord were to call on you to come home in a few moments, would you be able to say like Tia "I know where I am going?"
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
My messy house
Well howdy and hope things are bright and cheery for you today. If not then let me give you an air hug, see there now don't you feel better already. So today, i have been thinking about the clutter around my house. What does it mean? well let's think for a minute... I have four great kids, that my life pretty much centers around. A teen, a tween and two little "mom-sters". Each one of them have their own personalities and things they like and enjoy, which means that 4 people want their stuff all over the house... come in from school and drop the coats and shoes. run around the house sniffing out food... and play with a toy for about a second or longer if you know your brother wants a turn. Add all this to one family's space and it could get a little cluttered.. only guess what... to me it is my life and it represents four kiddos who are generally happy and content with what we have, where we live, even if we barely have 2 dimes to rub together after the bills are paid. I guess what I have been thinking about is that God granted them to me and I certainly don't think that I could get along too well without them. Sometimes, I get bogged down with the messiness but you know in the end the laundry can wait and often does, the dishes will pile up whether they are washed every meal or not. but hugs can't wait and the giggle of a child can slip right on by if we aren't careful. And before long they are out of their own with little "mom-sters" of their own. I was speaking to a dear friend at church, who is retired now, and she told me that she misses those days when her kids who are now grown, were in the house running around causing chaos to occur. So if you come to my house and find it a mess, remember what I said, I just might be cherishing a hug or evoking a high squealing giggle out of one of my "mom-sters". hey thanks for reading and I hope you have a blessed day. Leave a comment and tell a friend about my blog sight! take good care and catch a smile along the way.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Hello and welcome to Georgia's Gabbings. This will be a post where you are likely to find hilarious stories, funny things that I've heard or things I've thought about. You may read antics from my kids or my friends kids. Sometimes the words you read may draw tears to your eyes and then I will be there with a tissue in hand and a shoulder to cry on, other times you might be rolling on the floor laughing or just rolling your eyes. So hang on and get ready for the ride that you don't know where it will lead to and neither do I. I hope that you enjoy these writings and that you are encouraged in your days and that our Lord will bless you and be with you, wherever you may go.
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