Whats up in Middle East? by LipsterLeo, literature
Literature
Whats up in Middle East?
Folks everywhere are asking that question. Should we be concerned? Should we be worried? Here in America with hundreds of terrorists flooding our open border, should we be afraid? Are we headed for WW3? The answer is yes, and no. And it’s not a simple answer. A good history book can shine some light into the darkness. And since the Middle East turmoil is religious in nature, the best place to search for that history was written back when it all started; the Old Testament of the Bible. Genesis 25 shows it all began over four thousand years ago with the birth of Esau and Jacob, Issac’s sons, Abraham’s grandsons. Jacob and Esau were twins. Esau was born first, and should have received the birthright. But one day Esau was out hunting. He came back home hungry and found Jacob cooking a vegetable stew. Esau sold his birthright to Jacob in exchange for a bowl of soup. God rejected Esau for his “priorities.” He was thinking about his stomach, not God. Jacob’s mother helped trick his
Colonel Lewis examined the Seattle-bound vessel through the helo’s belly camera. Hidden below among two thousand containers, the timer on a nuclear bomb counted down. Proof? Lewis had none. Rumors? Plenty. “Captain. Stand to. You have a bomb aboard your vessel.” “Ridiculous,” the Captain replied in a Middle Eastern accent. “I can’t stop in the middle of the Pacific. I have perishables on board.” “There are one million “perishables” at your destination. Cut your engines, or be sunk.” Radiation detectors confirmed Lewis’ suspicion. Coast Guard cutters retrieved the escapees. The torpedo scored a direct hit. Sea water stopped the timer.
The road I drove was seldom used. The bag in the center of the lane between the tire tracks, unexpected. Wait- did the trash just move? I stopped the car to investigate. As I opened the bag, a black nose popped out, followed by two sparkling puppy eyes. Some monster dumped a fluff ball. I took the pup home to a house full of love, a monster defeated, an aborted life saved. I buried my little buddy today, after fifteen years of companionship, love, and sloppy doggie kisses. I’ll miss him. And I’ll be forever thankful for that lonely road.
“Knock, knock!” The unexpected voice from behind made me jump. Turning from my writing desk I noticed a woman I’d never seen before, standing in the doorway of my office. It was the last thing I expected. My cabin was one of only two houses on the rural cul-de-sac; both houses backed up against a lake. The other house appeared rather run down. I assumed it to be vacant. Solitude is the reason I bought the cabin. Yet in this out-of-the-way place I had an unexpected visitor. She observed my look of surprise, and spoke first. “Howdy, Neighbor! Sorry to startle you. I’m Julie. I live next door. Thought I should stop by and say hello.” “How ... did ... you ...” “Get in?” She answered as if reading my mind. “I knocked and knocked, but apparently you didn’t hear me. I saw your lights, so I let myself in.” “I thought I locked the door ...” “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t notice.” I snapped my laptop shut and stood to welcome her, not wanting to be rude to my neighbor. She was a good looking woman,
I am the sea of glass That passes up and down the shore With a serene calm, or a fury That is here now, and was before High overhead I am the light With a deepest blue, like never seen So open your eyes once again And gray sullen clouds come in between The torrent of waves lift up in rage Only to fall again on shores of sand The complete beauty of this creation Is the maker of “Who I Am” As sun sets at the dark of dawn The hues of color take their place That same sun comes up in the Morn I give who I am, my all, to the human race You can glide as birds with heavenly grace As my own, it’s yours to use Or rage and bicker with contempt I give, Now it’s for you to choose So ponder and see the rage and fury in what I made Or the gentle softness of a little lamb. I ask quietly, precious child of mine, Again Who Am I? “I Am” Vicky Bartlett (Hayes) January 31, 1999
Revelation Chapter fourteen by LipsterLeo, literature
Literature
Revelation Chapter fourteen
Reaping Earth’s Harvest Matthew 13:29-30 “. . . If you weed the thistles, you’ll pull up the wheat, too. Let them grow together until the harvest time. Then I’ll instruct the harvesters to pull up the thistles and tie them in bundles for the fire, then gather the wheat and put it in the barn.” Message Bible Matthew 13:24-30 is Jesus’ parable of the wheat and tares (thistles). The laborers are instructed to gather up the wheat and tares together, gather the wheat into barns, and bind the tares to burn later. Remember, this is a snapshot of history. This scene coincides with the seventh trumpet in chapter eleven, the gathering together and catching away of the Church, the saints of God. Revelation 14 14 Then I looked, and behold, a white cloud, and on the cloud sat one like the Son of Man, having on His head a golden crown, and in His hand a sharp sickle. 15 And another angel came out of the temple, crying with a loud voice to Him who sat on the cloud, “Thrust in your sickle and