Share Your World 2014-Week 47


This is Thanksgiving week, my favorite time in the entire calendar year. In honor of this auspicious day Cee has asked her contributors only one question.

List at least 50 Things You Enjoy.  

So here are a few of my favorites things:

1. The privilege of having a relationship with the God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit through the atoning death and resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ.

2. Freedom from a life of sin, guilt and shame

3. a lifestyle of worship

4. My daughter Amanda.

Us on the way to Ireland.

Us on the way to Ireland.

5. My daughter Melanie.

I walk Melanie down the aisle.

I walk Melanie down the aisle.

6. My son,Joe.

Joe and Gramma Lillie after the wedding.

Joe and Gramma Lillie after the wedding.

7. And my son-in-law James.

My daughter Melanie married the man of her dreams last Saturday

My daughter Melanie married the man of her dreams last Saturday

8. My ex-wife Tina (how many men can say they still have a good relationship with their ex? I am forever grateful for this).

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9. I am thankful for the relationship I have with my mom.

10. And my sister.


11. I enjoy the privilege of sharing the Good news with people as a minister.

Me preaching for Special Touch Ministries

Me preaching for Special Touch Ministries

12. and the church family.


13. I enjoy having two church services now so that I can lead worship in one and be involved in prayer in one.

14. I enjoy art…

15. And artists.


16. I enjoy music…

17. And musicians.

The band Cloverton played to a nearly sold out house in our church last week.

The band Cloverton played to a nearly sold out house in our church last week.

18. I love writing…

19. And writers.

20. I enjoy cooking (which is good since I am in charge of the Thanksgiving meal).

21. I enjoy being busy.

22. But I enjoy those quiet moments when I can just sit and hear the voice of God as it comes across the landscape.


23. I enjoy travel.

24. I enjoy a good book.

25. I really enjoy a good cup of coffee. Though in a pinch I will even drink a bad one.



26. I enjoy blogging.

27. I enjoy reading blogs.

28. I enjoy being part of this blogging community.

29. I enjoy my little dogs.

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30.  I enjoy a good movie. Anyone seen the new Hunger Games movie?

31. I enjoy a good concert. I am going to see the Piano Guys on Dec. 8th with the pastor who officiated at my daughter’s wedding

32. I enjoy photography.

32. I enjoy exercising.

Me reclining after walking up the "Rocky" stairs at the Philadelphia Art Museum.

Me reclining after walking up the “Rocky” stairs at the Philadelphia Art Museum.

OK that might be stretching the truth a little.

33. In enjoy singing.

34. I enjoy playing the piano, although my hand injury is still limiting this a bit.

35. I enjoy playing the flute (an old instrument I recently picked up again after many years).

36. I enjoy eating out.

37. I enjoy my gardens.


38. I enjoy a good laugh.


39. I enjoy studying the Word of God.

40. I enjoy a night at home watching TV.

41. I enjoy working with people on projects.

42. I enjoy pizza.

43. I enjoy a good grinder every now and then (hoagie, sub whatever you may call them)

44. I enjoy the ever-changing New England Seasons

45. I enjoy the fact that I now have a snow-blower as the season is about to change to winter tomorrow according to the morning news.

46. I enjoy peace-making.

47. I enjoy the fact that after a season of incredible busyness I am settling into a season of quiet.

48. I am enjoying writing again.

49. I enjoy life.

50 I enjoy eternal life even better!

Now check out how Cee’s other contributors have answered at

A Dance of Two Armies – SoS Saturday

How wide are your gates open fir the King?

Another Red Letter Day

Why do you look upon the Shulammite
as at a dance of the two armies?

Song 6:13 – Lexham English Bible

I love this phrase – a dance of two armies. Isn’t that life?

We are in the center of a conflict of two worlds.

Peter cautions us:

Beloved, I urge you as aliens and strangers to abstain from fleshly lusts which wage war against the soul. – 1 Peter 2:11

And Paul tells us:

For the mind set on the flesh is death, but the mind set on the Spirit is life and peace, because the mind set on the flesh is hostile toward God; for it does not subject itself to the law of God, for it is not even able to do so, – Romans 8:6-7

So we know this war rages.

But what is our part in this conflict between two worlds?

Often we as Christians…

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Cee’s Black & White Challenge: Glass

This week Cee has challenged us to bring black and white to the translucent. What an interesting challenge! To see how others have seen there way through this subject go to:

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Here are my attempts at the topic


Dublin Glass

This second picture is shopped through a new B&W filter I have called “comic book”. Don’t know if I like it or not.

If I had my druthers….

It’s all about the “druther” place.


According to, the slang word, druthers, is a noun  that means wishes;desires;preferredalternatives.  So I put together some of my druthers.

If I had my druthers, there would be no sickness.

If I had my druthers, there would be no hunger.

If I had my druthers, there would be no sorrow.

If I had my druthers, there would be no poverty.

If I had my druthers, there would be no stealing.

If I had my druthers, there would be no night.

If I had my druthers, there would be no adultery.

If I had my druthers, we all would honor our parents.

If I had my druthers, there would be no killing.

If I had my druthers, our leaders would all be honest and trustworthy.

If I had my druthers, there would be no jealousy or envy.

If I had my druthers, there would…

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Open Books

In our denomination a normal church service will consist of: lots of prayers, at least a half hour of singing, a sermon, an altar call where people can approach for personal prayer and sometimes a spontaneous sharing from a member of the congregation called a word of prophecy.

The college plays host to The Book Of Kells, the world's most famous illuminated manuscripts.

This week one of our elders gave “a word” about how God was making our lives to be open books for the world to read. I got to thinking about what that means for us. Now, while I am sure I don’t have the full understanding of what it means to be an open book several things do come to mind.

First, all books whether open or closed, have authors. Books don’t write themselves. I know this because I have had occasion to leave empty notebooks on shelves for months  hoping that somehow they would spontaneously generate completed stories given enough time. Each time the results have been the same. Nothin’!

If we are to be proper stories we have to let the Author of Life write His words on our hearts. Otherwise all our life’s work will amount to nothing.

Second, books are written with a purpose in mind. The open book that you are has three eternal purposes: First to make famous the name of the God of Heaven; Second to strengthen the faith of those who have faith; Third to be a testimony to those who do not believe, that God is real!

Finally books, at least really good books, are filled with tension, conflict, successes and failures. This is an important point because so often we think that if the story of our lives is less than perfect, we are nothing more than damaged goods unable to be used by God. Listen! The chapter of your life which God is writing right now may be filled with sadness, madness or badness, but your life is more than a chapter; It’s a book and no one reads a book for chapter 10. They read a book to get to the end, to know the whole story. So don’t make too much of the chapter you are in right now whether it’s good or bad. Your life is a story God is still writing. You are a character in process. You are meant to be an open book whose Author intends to change the world. He will use you to do just that if only you surrender to Him and let Him keep writing.

It Is Well!

This reminds me of the Song of Solomon, that portion where the Lover steals out into the night to find her Beloved.

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My heartbeat quickened when I heard your voice

Beckoning me to come and see,

And eagerly I stepped out into the night.

The cool air refreshed me

And though I walked hesitantly at first,

I soon hurried on in hopeful anticipation.

We were making progress,

You said.

I, my human sight far weaker

Than your vision for me,

Saw only that home and familiarity

Were no longer in view

And realized the night air had grown cold.

I held my breath,

Saw the darkness and wondered at the hour.

I lost sight of you,

And felt frozen in place

Without a plan,

With legs suddenly as marble,

Stiff and immobile

I wondered what to do,

My eyes tightly shut.

I cried out

And heard your voice,

As though you were standing

Right in front of me

“I’m here” you said, reassuring me.

I opened my eyes and saw you


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Friday Fictioneers: The Potato Farmer

Here we are for another week of Friday Fictioneers! Every week Rochelle gives us a photo prompt and asks us to write a 100 word story, beginning to end. Check out how the whole crew has responded to this week’s prompt at

And here is this week’s photo prompt

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photo credit: Claire Fuller

Potato Farmer

by JE Lillie

When Gramps  left me the shop and four hundred acres of rocky ground I thought I was dreaming. I should’ve known better. Gramps did look a bit like Freddy Krueger sans finger nails.

Five  hundred foreclosures later and I am left in a ghost town with nothing but a bunch of old rotten tires (everyone bought new ones on the way out) …Oh, and that four-hundred acres of  God-crete.

Last night I read how you can plant potatoes inside tires.

It was like Gramps was sending me a message, ” Lemons and lemonade. Tires and potato farming.”

I always hated that old man.


Travel Theme: Colourful

I am with Ailsa! As the days grow shorter and colder a good shock of color helps bring back the cheer that can be so easily sapped away by the cold and dark!

Colourful Cork!

Colourful Cork!

One of the things I loved about the city of Cork was the bright colours of the homes and shops.

The falls in the rock close

The falls in the rock close

The juxtaposition of these lilies and the green of the falls in Blarney’s rock close made for an incredible splash of color!

The colors of Keukenhof kept me bright and cheery even though it rained the day we went.

The colors of Keukenh of kept me bright and cheery even though it rained the day we went.

100_3866-001But then perhaps the brightest of colours are to be found in the hearts of people. Colorful people can’t be hidden by the dark or the cold of winter. Their hearts bring warmth wherever they go. These folks are from one of the Bible study classes I taught last year. I am so thankful for their colourful personalities and for the bright faith they pour into the world around them.