The Purse

The evening has been beautiful and the two ladies have enjoyed the play very much. As they walk toward their cars they are enjoying the moon lit sky, the stars, and the warm evening breeze as they discuss the finer points of the play.

Reaching their cars they give each other a quick hug and wish the other a blessed night. Sarah steps into her car, closes the door and pulls the car out onto the street.

Mary has lingered beside her car for a moment to gaze up at the moon and stars. She is unaware that someone has been watching her and her friend.

Whispering, “Thank you, Jesus for this beautiful night,” she reaches for the car door handle and is suddenly hit from behind, knocking her to the ground. The assailant grabs her purse and runs off into the darkness.

A Man races towards her. Her evening gown is torn and her elbow and hands are skinned from hitting the pavement.

“Are you okay?” the Man asks gently as He helps her to her feet.

“He stole my purse!” Mary states as she brushes the dirt from her dress and hands.

“Let Me see,” the Man says as He gently takes her hands in His.

“He stole my purse! My driver’s license, my credit cards, everything is in there!” Tears fill her eyes.

The Man gently rubs her hands and Mary doesn’t notice the scrapes are suddenly healed. Her focus is on the loss of her purse.

“He has stolen my identity!” she jerks her hands away in frustration.

“Mary,” the Man states. “He cannot steal your identity. He only stole some paper. Who you are is not what is on those cards. Your identity is in Me for I am in you and you are in Me.”

Mary swipes at her tears, looks at her healed hands, gasps, and grabs the Man in a hug.

(Sue’s version) Romans 8:17 – John 15:4-5, 14:20 – Gal. 2:20

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Bill Cosby guilty; faces up to 30 years imprisonment

Praise God for this victory.

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By Dr. Eowyn

Justice, at last.

April 26, 2018, that nearly 14 years after actor/comedian Bill Cosby drugged and molested a woman 30 years his junior, a jury found him guilty of all charges in his sex assault retrial.

His first trial last year ended in a hung jury after jurors were unable to reach a verdict.

Cosby, 80, showed no emotion and looked down at the table in front of him as the jury forewoman read aloud “guilty” to all three felony counts of aggravated indecent assault. He now faces up to 10 years behind bars on each of the three counts.

Cosby was allowed to remain free on $1 million bail despite a fight from prosecutors who said he was a flight risk and…

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The Dude Versus Man

It’s 1864 and the stage coach has just rolled down the dusty street. The horses whinny as the driver on top pulls on the reins and yells “whoooo.”

The curtain covered door opens and a lady dressed in fine silk and a large hat with a peacock feather swishing in the wind, steps down onto the dusty street. Her bags are lowered from on top of the stage coach and she smiles and thanks the driver.

Stepping out from the saloon doors is a unsavory-looking dude. He smirks and saunders over to the lady, “Here, let me get your bags,” he offers.

Hours later, as raucous laughter fills the room, the lady is passed from hands to hands and laps to laps of the men. The lady has been their entertainment.

The unsavory-looking dude watches with glee for a while but then decides it’s time to claim his prize. He drags the lady out the saloon doors and has gripped her arm tightly. She’s struggling but cannot break his hold.

A door opens and a Man steps out. He stands watching for a moment as the unsavory dude pushes, yells, and finally slaps the lady. “You’re mine!” He states and starts to drag the lady down the dusty street toward the hotel.

The Man steps out into the street and faces the unsavory dude. “Let her go.” He states. The unsavory dude is shocked to see the Man but refuses to let her go.

There’s a stand-off in the street. The Man against the unsavory dude. The unsavory dude hisses, spits, and yells insanely. The Man stands, legs spread and His hand posed at His side.

The unsavory dude takes his stance and glares at the Man.

The sidewalk has filled with people lining the street. An ugly fight is expected. “Get him, dude” someone yells. Women stand behind the men peaking around them.

“Loose her!” The Man demands. His Authority fills the air.

The unsavory dude suddenly drops his hold on the lady and turns and runs down the street leaving the town behind him.

The lady runs to the Man and is thanking Him profusely.

The Man looks at her with love in His eyes and gently states, “Go and sin no more.”

The disappointed crowd disperses.

(Sue’s version) John 8:11

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A Gentle Touch

The woman bows before the rock and with a voice filled with pain she requests the gods to give her relief. There is no response. She moves to a nearby tree and bows before the tree. She requests that the gods give her relief. There is no reply.

Frustrated she moves to the flowing stream. She stands in the cold water. Her head is thrown back and her arms reach out as she pleads with the gods to give her relief. There is no relief.

Feeling dejected and confused she steps out of the water and sits on the grass crying. “Why, oh gods, are you not answering me? My pain is great but you are ignoring my plea.”

A Man steps from the river and asks if He may sit with her for a moment. She glances up at Him and agrees. He sits down and gazes out over the river and says nothing for a long moment.

“Why are you praying to a rock, a tree, a river?” He gently asks.

“They are the earth gods. I worship Mother earth.” she replies while drying her tears.

“But they have no power.” The Man states.

The woman looks at Him and then looks away.

“There is only one God and He is the One who has the power. He is the One who created the rock, the tree, the river. Do you not realize He is the One who can relieve your pain?”

“Who do you think you are to tell me my god has no power?!” The woman angrily shouts as she jumps up to leave.

The Man rises and standing before her He gently replies, “I am the I Am. I created all that you see. I am the Power you are looking for.”  He reaches out His hand and touches her cheek gently and the woman suddenly drops like a brick dropped from a roof to the ground.

She lies there for a long moment and when she opens her eyes, the Man is gone and so is her pain.

(Sue’s version) Exodus 20:3

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Every Choice has a Consequence

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The day is sunny and bright. People are gathered in celebration of the holiday. Flags rustle in the wind and cheers fill the air as the speaker on the podium completes his speech.

The aroma of barbecue fills the air. Ice tea is served up by the gallons, potato salad is chilled on ice, and the baked beans are hot and savory. People are heard laughing, talking, and sharing stories of times past. Families sit at long wooden tables or gather on blankets on the grass enjoying the day and the celebrations.

As evening light begins to fade the crowd begins to disperse. The roar of a motorcycle’s engine deafens the person standing near by. Slamming his hands over his ears he yells at the rider, “You’ll be sorry for that, sucker!” The rider laughs and roars off down the street.

Night falls and the country road is dark. The beam from the single head light reaches out in front to guide the way. The rider is engrossed in thoughts about the day and doesn’t hear the engine of a pickup truck speeding up behind him.

The crash can be heard for miles as the motorcycle rider is thrown several feet in the air as his motorcycle slides haphazardly down the pavement. The pickup truck flips and rolls several times off the side of the road.

An ambulance arrives and a Man steps out and looks about. The smell of spilled gasoline fills the air. He sees the overturned truck and sees the driver lying sprawled beneath the carnage. Kneeling down He reaches under the metal to try to pull the driver to safety, but the driver is dead.

He sees the motorcycle and finds the rider sprawled several feet away in the grass. He approaches and kneels down. The man groans and is barely alive.

“I’m here to help you,” the Man states.

The rider groans and asks in barely a whisper, “Am I going to die?”

The Man leans close so the rider can hear Him. “Yes, but you can live forever.”

“How?” the rider asks weakly.

“Ask Me to forgive you and be your Lord and Savior.”

The Man leans far down with His ear close to the rider’s mouth. The rider whispers so softly that the Man can barely hear him.

“I give you my life. Forgive me, Jesus.” His eyes slowly close and with one last breath he enters the kingdom of God.

(Sue’s version) Romans 10:13 – Romans 6:23 – 2Peter 3:9

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Pro-Choice Is No Choice

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I’m telling you, pro choice is no choice. Somebody says, “Well, now wait a minute. A woman’s body is her own body.” But we’re not talking about her body; we’re talking about the body of a little baby. Freedom of choice is not the freedom of choice to kill someone else.

“Well,” you say, “the baby lives inside the mother.” Suppose I have an unwanted guest in my home? Do I have the right to kill an unwanted guest in my home? Put it down big, put it down plain, put it down straight: no mother has the right to kill her children, no matter what kind of choice she says she has.

“Well,” you say, “it’s my own body.” But you really don’t even have that much right over your own body. For example, do you have the right to practice prostitution because it’s your own body? “It’s my…

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