“Are You Really Sorry, Or Not”

When was the last time you said “I’m Sorry,” and when you said it, did you really mean it?  Many times, people don’t take the time to say “I’m Sorry” in any way, form or fashion, and when they do say it they say it grudgingly, ungenuinly or sarcastically.  They don’t really and truly mean it when they say it, because the problem is, that they don’t really think that what they did was wrong, or they are really in the wrong for what it is that they are pretentiously, insincerely, and apethically apologizing for.

That is the same spirit that Cain had in the bible when he killed his brother Abel.  The very first murder that occured, because although he was taught proper, which meant that he understood perfectly what the proper sacrifice was, and how to make it, which meant it was not his first time making it, but he chose to do something different.  He chose to do his own thing.  So, first he was asked by God, “Where is your brother?”  And he sarcastically replied in so many words, “I don’t know, am I my brothers keeper?”  In other words, why are you asking me?  It’s not my job to look after him.  (when in fact, it is.  But that’s a whole nother story).  I believe, that if he had been up right with God, and had come genuinely and truly apologtic and sorry instead of trying to cover his sins, faults and short comings, with excuses and sarchasm no less, that perhaps God would have been a little more linient with him.  We have many many people with that exact same spirit today.  “The Cain Spirit.”  They would rather lie, make excuses and cover up with sarchasm, playing the blame game, instead of accepting the responsibility of their actions.  Have you ever had anyone do that to you?  Apologize to you, tut with a hint of sarchasm? Make excuses why they did what they did?  And shift the blame to someone or something else to get the focus and attention off of them?  I have.  So, the question this week is, was it a genuine apology?  Do you think They were really sorry?  How did the aledged aplogy make you feel?  And was your relationship the same after the counterfeit apology?

We want to hear what YOU have to say.

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“Love, Is A Many Splendored Thing?”

It’s the April rose
That only grows in the early spring
Love is nature’s way of giving
A reason to be living
The golden crown that makes a man a king

Once on a high and windy hill
In the morning mist
Two lovers kissed
And the world stood still

Then your fingers touched

My silent heart and taught it how to sing
Yes, true love’s
A many splendored thing

These are the famous words written by Paul Frances Webster as they depict the song and movie that was released in 1955 and featuring William Holden and Jennifer Jones, “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing,”  a wonderful movie.  They were used to describe,  the actual feeling of love.  Well, there are many other words that are also used to describe this word, love.  Words like adulation, affection, amorousness, amor, ardor, attachment, crush, delight, devoutness, devotion, emotion, fidelity, fervor, flame, fondness, friendship, infatuation, like, passion, piety, rapture, yearning, lust and of course, worship.  And still there are many, many others.

But what is love really, besides an emotion of a strong affection and personal attachment, and a virtue representing all human kindness, compassion and affection?  Is there such a thing as “True Love” or even “Love at First Site? ”  And, what happens when you love someone, but don’t like them?  Or, you just, like them, but can’t find it within yourself to love them, but they want more?  Or even worse, you love someone, and they won’t love you back?  That one is called “unrequited love.”    But are these words true?  Is it really that easy to love someone?  Is it really the reason to live?  Why do people fall out of love?  And why do people feel like abuse is a part of love?  And what is the difference between love, and lust.  And if it is a commandment, then how can we love the unlovable?

All these questions have been asked of me.  And since this is Valentine’s Day weekend swiftly we thought we’d take a few moments to hear from you.  We want your love stories.  And your solutions or answers to these questions.

Now, you tell us.  What do YOU think love is?

“Everyday Heroes”

Well, this is my first official post at this new site, and hopefully you will think it is as awesome as I do.

We see on television, a commercial where a woman get’s on the bus, but forgets her purse there on the bus bench.  A young man that was sitting next to her but NOT waiting on the bus but was just chilling and listening to his music on his headphones, sees her purse, picks it up and begins to run through different back ways and cuts, at first it looks like to steal the purse, but it is so he can get her purse back to her.  After running some distance, he catches up with her on the other side and gives her back her purse.  Surprised and shocked, she says thank you.  The police also sees the whole encounter and after following the young man to see what his intentions are, calls him over to the police car and commends him for doing a good deed.  Well, sometimes we are not so very fortunate as to have someone willing to assist us that way.  Unfortunately we live in a cynical world gone made where everyone seems to be looking out for number one.  Numero uno.  No one is willing to but themselves in harms way.  No one wants to step outside of themselves and come out of their comfort zones to help their fellow-man.  Everyone is afraid to step up and take up for another person in need.

Well, there is one young man who recently decided to stop being afraid and help someone else.  My 17 year old middle son was walking home from school one day last week when he observed a man tussling with a woman who was sitting in the bus stop, and the man was trying snatch the woman’s purse from her.  No one else would step up to assist this woman.  My son, after assessing the situation sized the man up and doing a quick scan to see if he had a weapon, stepped in and intervened in the situation.  He walked up and firmly asked the woman if she needed any help, and turned and asked the man what his problem was.  When the man realized that he was drawing attention by the questions, asked my son what he had to do with anything?  My son told the man to leave the lady alone or he would call the authorities on him.  When he realized that my son was willing and able to back up his words, and that the scene he was creating was causing other people to take notice who also became animated and suddenly also wanted to help,  he angrily stomped off, leaving the woman alone.  My son made sure that she was ok then proceeded to make his way home and we immediately contacted the proper authorities and told them about the situation.  My husband told him that next time make sure he was very careful when intervening.  Because that could have gone a totally different way, but the Lord was with him.  I believe God saw his heart and his desire to help this woman in her distress and aided him.  He also saw that even with all the other adults that were around, no one was courageous enough to stand up and help.  But one young man was.  That day, he was a hero.

Now here comes the big question.  We want to know,

What would YOU have done?

“Angels Among Us”

Are there really angels among us?  I believe that there are.  I have looked up and seen strange and different faces staring at me in wonder, or in knowing.  Faces that to me, seem to be completely out of place in any circumstance, or situation that I may find myself in.  Many times, I have felt the presence of someone accompanying me or guiding me or even protecting me.  My car miraculously moving from danger by some unseen force.  As a matter of fact, let me share with you, a story of that divine protection, then you judge for yourself.

About a year ago, I was on my way to church services on a Tuesday night.  It was raining just a little, but not that much.  I had all of my children plus one of the neighbor boys who just wanted to hang out with us that night.  We were coming around MLK Jr. Drive headed towards the freeway.  Suddenly, as we were coming up to the last St. Clair exit that comes down to MLK, a car came careening down the exit heading directly for us.  It was raining so he was hydorplaning and could not stop.  Now, I’m a pretty good driver and can avoid most incidents, but this was different.  If I had sped up I would have collided with him that much more quickly.  If I had slammed on my brakes it would only have delayed the inevitable, because he was coming at us fast.  I could not swerve to the right to try to avoid him, because there was a large pole and the creek ditch directly beside me, and HE was the only other alternative that was headed my way on the left.  I did not panic, but I must be truly honest with you, I was frightened.  And the thing is was that EVERYBODY in the car saw what was coming.  Just before he hit us I yelled out the name “JESUS!”  In that instant, my truck swerved to the right hard, all the kids screamed, and he missed my truck by precisely 1 centimeter, and I have no idea HOW he missed me.  And my car came to a stop on the other side of the pole.   “By all rights that car should have slammed directly into us, head on, but he did not.  And he just kept going, as if nothing had ever happened.

When I finally got my breath back and was shakily trying to calm the children down, asking everybody if they were ok, my daughter who was only 15 said, “Mom, did you see what happened?”  I said yes baby, we missed the pole didn’t we? Thank you Jesus.  She said, “No mom.  The pole is behind us.”  I again said I know the pole is behind us.  But she was very insistent.  She said again more loudly this time, “No mom, you don’t understand.  THE POLE IS BEHIND US, BECAUSE IT WENT STRAIGHT THROUGH ME!  I felt it pass straight through me!”  She was sitting directly in the middle of the truck.  As I looked behind us and saw the pole that we should have hit sitting directly behind us I realized what she was trying to say, and I was completely in shock.  God had allowed the pole to pass through my truck, through my daughter, and put it directly behind us.  Tears came to my eyes as I lifted up my head toward heaven and began to praise the Lord for His supernatural and divine intervention.  That incident was meant by the enemy to kill us.  But God blocked it.  That pole was supposed slam right into the middle of my truck.  But He had the Angels of God there and they stopped it.  So you ask me Are Angels Real?  I say YES, without a shadow of a doubt.

Now, tell us your story of your angel encounter,