The season of hope is upon us! Here is the first of today’s messages concerning Holy Week!
The season of hope is upon us! Here is the first of today’s messages concerning Holy Week!
This week’s Tadah! goes out to CEE’S PHOTOGRAPHY!
Since I started blogging three years ago I have had the opportunity to meet so many kind and talented people. I just love this blogging community and I really mean that. You folks have gotten me through some very difficult times with your healing words and your devotional thoughts. I have been convicted lately that I should be sharing some of you wonderful people and your works with the world. So today I share yet another Blog TADAH! That is a celebration of one blog and its author!
If you would like to celebrate one of your favorite blogs with the good citizen’s of Lillie-Put simply leave a comment at the bottom of the page with a link to their site. Lillie-Put has just a few Tadahing! rules for you to follow:
1. The King of Lillie-Put has outlawed all erotica and explicit material from the land. Comments leading our good citizens to nudist colonies will be deleted.
2. Please be sure to “Tadah!” someone other than yourself. To “Tadah!” oneself is just bad form!
3. Please “Tadah!” just one blog a week. After all, we want this to go on forever don’t we?
4. If you would like to do a whole write-up about your “Tadah!” please post that on your blog Using the title “Saturday Blog Tadah!” and link back to mine. I don’t have a badge but you’ re more than welcome to use my weekly silly picture or one of your own.
“I’m ready for my close up Mr. Demille!”
My blog “TADAH!” this week goes out to Cee Neuner of :
I was first introduced to Cee through her “Share Your World” posts. Cee explains the posts in this way:
I discovered Jesse Jaca’s blog and saw they had a Getting to Know Me page and I really enjoyed reading it. My first thought was to add something like this on my blog too. However, the more I thought about it, the more I hoped we could all have fun participating. In the past I’ve done this in newsletters for various companies and organizations. And it was everyone’s favorite part of the newsletter.
Since blogging is an international activity, I also thought this would be a great way for all of us to get to know each other. Share things about you, your home, your town, your country, your traditions. So once a week, I’ll post four new questions for you to answer about yourself or the area in the world you live.
I’m definitely a glass half type of person, so all the questions will be upbeat, non-political and hopefully fun for all.
I played the “Share Your World” game for about a year. As I read Cee’s work I found myself becoming more and more interested in her photography and in photography in general. Eventually I dared to try the Fun Foto Challenge she lays out weekly. Cee says:
I know there are a lot of various challenges for bloggers and I’m hoping that this one you will have some fun with as well as maybe learn a trick or two.
One way I learned about photography is by appreciating other people’s work and getting a chance to see through someone else’s eye for a brief moment in time. Challenges are a great way to see other people’s photography and sharpen my own photographic skills at the same time.
I am not a trained photographer. I love pictures, photos of any kind. I feel that the best way to learn photography is to always have a camera with you. One exercise that has always helped me is just sit in one place for 15 minutes. You can be sitting at your computer or you can go to your favorite place on earth. Then take as many photos of things you can see. Change your angle. If your camera has zoom capabilities zoom in and out. See what type of photos appeal to you. Once you find what appeals to you, then practice. The main thing is to always have fun. If taking the perfect photo seems intimidating, stop and give yourself a break. Put your camera away and try again later. The main object is to have FUN.
Each week I will have a specific theme. Please check my new Foto Gallery Page that feature just the photographs that I have used for these challenges.
To give you a heads up on what challenges are coming in the next few week, I’ll try and keep ahead a list topics for you. You can always check back on this page or on the currently week page to see what challenges are coming up.
From time to time I will share a tip on how to take a better photographs. Since I a self-trained photographer, I have come up with some useful tips that you may find helpful. Go through you photo archives and see what photos you have that fits the current week’s challenge, or better yet grab you camera and take a new photo!
Cee also writes on living with Lyme disease giving hope and strength to people struggling with chronic illness.
Thanks for all your hard work Cee!
Hey fellow bloggers
Check out Cee’s work for yourself!
This is the continuation of Jerome’s story after the lights went out. If you missed the last edition or any before they can be accessed here or on “The Stories” Page:
Today Oliver picks up where Jerome left off.
The Good Shepherd Pt. 5
I remember sitting beside Poppie in his last wheezes. Nannie had dropped dead two days before in the kitchen. There was no one to call. No one would come anyway. So I managed to drag her body into the bedroom and close the door. I cried a thousand tears that night, but even my little girl wailing couldn’t cover over Poppie’s labored breathing from the other room. Without his oxygen he could do little more than sit and stare at the candle I kept lit on the mantle-piece in place of the television. He still thumbed his Bible pretending to read in the dark.
“Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus:…
Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God:…
But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men:…
And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross….
Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:…
That at the name of Jesus…”
He gasped between the quotations and always finished with “He’s comin’ soon little girl. Don’t give up.”
I stayed until I couldn’t stand the smell anymore. Three days maybe four.
Poppie had taught me the woods. I had a pack and a little tent. I knew I wasn’t going to survive in the city. So I walked straight out along the edges of 101 until it met with 68 then over towards the old 32.
I met Jolly’s boys (I never called them Bone Brothers, what a dumb name) one day while I was fishing the hollows with a hook and string and a bit of bread. The first thieving we did was for hunting and fishing supplies. I wanted a hunting pack but when Jolly realized it was quicker to steal food than hunting gear I ended up with a juvy chain gang. Still Poppie always said “You work with what you got.”
When the Good Shepherd came I pretty much thought it was God giving me a break. When the cops came and killed all my friends and arrested the only man who ever tried to help us I realized it was a punishment… just slow like God usually works.
I watched between the roots where the good shepherd had hidden me. I watched them strip off his clothes and march him off towards town barefoot and naked. When they’d gone I went and gathered my stuff. My tent was all covered with bits of brains and bones. The cops had taken all the food. But my pack inside my tent was safe. My boots were still inside.
I thought about heading deeper into the woods, but the key Jerome had given me was burning in my pocket. I headed towards town keeping well off the roads. He never told me which church it was I was supposed to hide in. Most of that first night I hunkered in shadows and ran between beams of moonlight. I tried three church doors before I found the right building.
I wandered through the deserted building. Something made me take my shoes off at the sanctuary door. I remembered the story of Moses and holy ground. Thinking maybe if I played it right God would let my people go, bring Jolly and the others back and let the Good Shepherd go.
I walked up to the altar steps feeling the plush carpet smoosh between my bare toes and I knelt down. “Jesus I’m sorry about what I let the boys do. I guess we deserved what we got, but Jerome… you sent him. Now he’s in trouble all because of us. Help him.”
That’s when I saw the dress in the box under the cross. It had blue flowers on a white background and a pin on the lapel that read, “helps committee”. It even fit. I found a matching pair of shoes in the bottom of the box. It was God’s plan and my choice.
I started visiting the jailhouse the next day. I introduced myself as Virginia, but no one cares what your name is when your pretty. They just trust your eyelashes. A few bats of the baby blues and I was in like Flynn. I had brought extra blankets the first day. The second day I brought a thermos of tea. The third I brewed up some coffee for Jerome and an extra thermos for the deputies.
“You all work so hard.” I cooed “It’s just not right that I bring coffee for the pastor and not for you fine men in blue.”
Word circulated that the pastor was going to be tried for treason against the town council on Monday next. The deputies told me that under martial law the penalty for helping the Bone Brothers would be death for the Good Shepherd.
On Sunday I brewed two thermoses of coffee and went for my usual visit. I had also sawed half way through my right heel. The guard smiled at me as I walked into the station holding up the thermos of coffee for the deputies.
“We just love it when you visit us Virginia!” the crew chief smiled.
I screamed as my heel came unglued. Hot coffee splattered the protective glass as the thermoses smashed against the walls where I flung them. I made sure to cushion my fall with the powdered creamer I had taken from the church. Fine white powder exploded beneath my left hip mixing with the puddles of hot brown liquid congealing around my dress.
He didn’t notice when I lifted his keys from the belt. I made sure I lamented loudly about my only good shoes as he mopped up the floor with towels from the back. He insisted I go in and visit while he cleaned up. I unlocked Jerome’s cell. I put paper in the latch of the doorway into the cell block. Then I put the deputy’s keys back on his desk.
“I’m just too upset to visit today deputy. I’ll come back tomorrow.” I hobbled out of the station.
It was midnight when Jerome knocked softly on the church door. I was packed and ready to go. It’s time someone else was told about Tyson and his martial law in Winchendon.
“The function of prayer is not to influence God, but rather to change the nature of the one who prays.”
― Søren Kierkegaard
This is a day in my life. 6 A.M. to 9 P.M.
It was just before the Passover Festival. Jesus knew that the hour had come for him to leave this world and go to the Father. Having loved his own who were in the world, he loved them to the end.
2 The evening meal was in progress, and the devil had already prompted Judas, the son of Simon Iscariot, to betray Jesus.3 Jesus knew that the Father had put all things under his power, and that he had come from God and was returning to God; 4 so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. 5 After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
6 He came to Simon Peter, who said to him, “Lord, are you going to wash my feet?”
7 Jesus replied, “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.”
8 “No,” said Peter, “you shall never wash my feet.”
Jesus answered, “Unless I wash you, you have no part with me.”
9 “Then, Lord,” Simon Peter replied, “not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!” John 13:1-9
Today is the day within Holy Week on which we remember the last supper of Jesus. I can easily find three sermons just in this passage alone and Maundy Thursday takes us all the way through the Olivet Discourse in John 16. This is one of the richest passages in all of Scripture; So I won’t even try in 300 words to take you into the deeps of Maundy Thursday teaching. Allow me to just leave you with a question.
Jesus’ washing of the disciples feet was His act of service to His disciples. Peter wanted to refuse because he thought himself unworthy to receive Jesus’ service. Is there any area in your life where you are not allowing Jesus to come with His power to serve you because you feel you don’t deserve it?
Here are Cee’s questions for the week Wheeeee!
Cee says: Sorry I am late this week. I do have a question for all of you, aside from the four normal ones. Do you want me to keep doing Share Your World or are you getting tired of it?
I will take this as question number one of five. My answer is: PLEASE KEEP THE QUESTIONS COMING!!!! I LOVE SHARE YOUR WORLD!
Here are your four questions for this week.
Wow this is a hard question. I thought it was difficult when Sis Caddo asked us to boil down a week into seven words. Here I am trying to distill my life into one word. Cee you overachiever you! Ahh I have it… My word is polypoikilos which means much variegated, marked with a great variety of colours OR much varied, manifold. I am complex!
That would be the Kenyan coffee from Starbucks which around here is like $17. for a 1/2 pound.
I would like to learn Xhosa.
*** The clicks you here on the track are part of the language and come from the throat while you are speaking. So cool.
I think my favorite blog posts are from my old blog “Reinventing the We’ll”. It was a series I called “Ferocious.
I will be posting the whole series in its entirety on “Lillie-Put” in April.
Hey everybody…would you do me a favor and stop on over to Cee’s blog at:
Please leave her a comment voting to keep Share Your World Open! It would be awesome if all my Facebook/ C.cada/ WordPress/ Twitter followers left her a note of encouragement to keep going!
I have a number of different windows to display today from one end of the spectrum to the other.
If you would like to participate in the windows posts go to:
For Solomon had made a brasen scaffold, of five cubits long, and five cubits broad, and three cubits high, and had set it in the midst of the court: and upon it he stood, and kneeled down upon his knees before all the congregation of Israel, and spread forth his hands toward heaven. II Chron. 6:13 KJV
Many years ago I was serving as choir director and youth leader in my grandparents church. A few of us in the choir came to the traditional Federated church from a Pentecostal/ Charismatic background complete with our Pentecostal/ Charismatic worship styles. While for the most part we kept the glossolalia (speaking in tongues) under wraps, some of what we considered the less controversial forms of worship, bled through into our services. This included the raising of hands in worship.
I remember my grandmother complaining about one of the ladies in our choir who would raise her hands in worship. She thought it rather ostentatious. The “hand-raising lady” gave me an opportunity to explain the roots and origins of this worship form to Gramma. Our Scripture today gives me the same opportunity. So let’s have a little pastoral chat shall we?
Why do we raise our hands in worship?
First because the Bible says we should:
Praise the Lord, all you servants of the Lord
who minister by night in the house of the Lord.
2 Lift up your hands in the sanctuary
and praise the Lord.
3 May the Lord bless you from Zion,
he who is the Maker of heaven and earth. Psalm 134 NIV
To you, Lord, I call;
you are my Rock,
do not turn a deaf ear to me.
For if you remain silent,
I will be like those who go down to the pit.
2 Hear my cry for mercy
as I call to you for help,
as I lift up my hands
toward your Most Holy Place. Psalm 28: 1,2
Raising of the hands is a symbolic gesture of worship, adoration or prayer. It is no different from kneeling in prayer. Lifting your hands is a physical symbol of surrender to a power higher than you (as when a child throws out his arms to his father asking to be picked up and carried) or it is a symbol of celebrating a victory (as when you lift your arms to cheer at the big game because your team has just scored the winning goal).
Raising the hands has a specific purpose in worship (surrender and celebration).All the forms have a specific function. Using the forms correctly is a way to create a deeper worship experience. So this Sunday lift your hands along with your prayer need ( it says the same thing as kneeling down to pray) or if you have something to celebrate lift up your hands as you sing ( it means the same thing as cheering). Hope this helps.
What is your favorite method of worshipping God?
Solomon wrote, Prov. 13:34 (Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin [is] a reproach to any people.) years before the civil war that split his kingdom in two. Yet his words proved to be not only true but prophetic. The Northern half of Solomon’s kingdom continued to call themselves Israel , Prince of God, even as their wickedness led them further and further away from God into a blindness and folly that would become their ultimate undoing. I Kings 16 and 17 mark the ascension of Israel’s most infamous royal family culminating in the rule of King Ahab and his nefarious Queen, Jezebel.
Here is what I see in today’s chapters:
I Kings chapter 16 sermon topics/ titles:
1. Folly Will Take You From Dust To Dogs: I Kings 16: 1-10
2. How To Assure Short-Lived Glory: I Kings 16: 9-20
3. Defiance And Division Bring Only Destruction: I Kings 16: 21-34
I Kings chapter 17 sermon topics/ titles:
1. God’s Roadkill Blessings I Kings 17: 1-7
2. A Banqueting Table In the Presence of Mine Enemies: I Kings 17: 9-16
3. God’s Goodness Challenged: I Kings 17: 17-24
Now tell me what you see! 🙂
Write your own chapter charts post on I Kings 16 and 17 and link back to mine! It’s easy just come up with three life lessons from each chapter and boil them down into topic statements or titles like I have.