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At The Threshold
This post was written in response to the Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: THRESHOLD
To see what others have come up with for the “threshold” theme go to
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/photo-challenge-threshold/
Here are my thoughts
Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view, That stand upon the threshold of the new.
“For many men that stumble at the threshold are well foretold that danger lurks within”
William Shakespeare
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.
Rev. 3:20
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The Arrogant Pulpit
He could thunder with the best of them, drew crowds from all across the county. His Bible was cracked with the whacking it took upon the pulpit. His fingers were gnarled from curling them heavenward to draw down the fire upon men who drank too much and woman who cackled like hens behind their husband’s backs. His eyes were fixed in that perpetual stare of hard earned judgment that can only come from the self-indulgence of over-fasting.
His posters got the saints to whispering about the coming revival and the back-sliders to mocking about the coming judgment which in the hubris of both parties was really the same thing gone sour on both ends like an overripe banana.
In the end when everyone stood before the judgment seat: The preacher found his sermons were hay; The saints discovered that their revivals were straw; And the backsliders found that false repentance leads only to the fires of Hell; But one soul…one soul found humility in between the thunder and the gnarly fire. That soul bent his knee. The King Of Ages nodded his head in approval toward that one soul and with the voice of many waters said “Well done!”
It is true that some preach Christ out of envy and rivalry, but others out of goodwill. 16The latter do so out of love, knowing that I am put here for the defense of the gospel. 17The former preach Christ out of selfish ambition, not sincerely, supposing that they can stir up trouble for me while I am in chains. 18But what does it matter? The important thing is that in every way, whether from false motives or true, Christ is preached. And because of this I rejoice. Phil. 1:15-`18
each one should build with care. 11For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. 12If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw,13their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work. 14If what has been built survives, the builder will receive a reward. 15If it is burned up, the builder will suffer loss but yet will be saved—even though only as one escaping through the flames. 1 Cor. 3:10-15
If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. 3 If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing. 1 Cor. 13:1-3
This post was written in response to “All In A Word’s” writing prompt: HUBRIS
You can find their other contributors here:
http://13thfloorparadigm.wordpress.com/2014/03/30/all-in-a-word-writing-prompts/
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Crayons and Crocodiles
My answers to Cee’s questions this week are brought to you by the color Green.
To read other colorful posts go to: http://ceenphotography.com/2014/03/31/share-your-world-2014-week-13/
Here are the questions and my answers:
Do you believe in extraterrestrials or life on other planets?
I’m with Larry Norman on this one. “And if there’s life on other planets, then I’m sure that he must know. And he’s been there once already, and has died to save their souls.” Now if you asked “do you believe in little green men?” I would simply reply “But of course I am one.” 
What type of pet or pets do not want to have?
I think a crocodile or a green alligator would be not nice.
The song is a tribute to the new movie Noah (which is just fun if you accept that this newest Hollywood version is the total SCYFY version and undeniably non-biblical)
If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Green of course.
What type of transportation would you be? Why? I think I would really like a green (meaning eco-friendly) car.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? I am thankful for all the friends who showed up this weekend to help an elderly couple in our church move. I am looking forward to all those who will show up this week to help us move another elderly lady (how’s that for faith?).
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Street Life
This post was created for the WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: STREET LIFE found at
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/28/street-life/
Go on over and take a gander at some cool streets and the lives they touch; But first here are my streets.
Dam Square, Amsterdam
Feed the birds in Dam Square
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Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Texture
This post was created for Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: TEXTURE
I search for the realness, the real feeling of a subject, all the texture around it… I always want to see the third dimension of something… I want to come alive with the object.
To see other texture posts go to
http://ceenphotography.com/2014/03/25/cees-fun-foto-challenge-texture/
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Lost And Found
This post was created in response to Rochelle’s post: FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.
Each week she sends out a writing prompt in the form of a picture and her contributors must come up with a 100 word story.
You can read my story “Lost And Found” below.
The stories of Rochelle’s other contributing writers can be found at her blog
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/28-march-2014/
Merrit wound his way through the tangled forest praying with every step that he would find the lost sheep. Father had promised Merrit could keep the profits from the wool if he could be responsible for the newborn. Of course Merrit had lost the lamb and with it his father’s respect.
The boy wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
“Unmanly” he cursed.
A wail pierced the dale. Alarmed Merrit ducked under a snarl of vine-trees and moved into the clearing. There nestled in the soft down of the missing lamb was a babe.
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In the Land Of Cee!
Hidey-Ho fellow bloggers and readers! We have come once again to the land of Cee. I come to the land of Cee (which is also known as Portland Oregon by those who don’t know better) once a week to mine for great questions with which I can build strong blogs. This week I found five.
Cee asks:
What is your most favorite smell/scent?
My favorite smell is pine in the spring. I once took a trip to Texas and was gone from my home state of Massachusetts for nearly a month. When I drove back across the border from New York the first thing I smelled was the fresh pine scent of the Berkshires.
How do you write: computer, longhand or other?
I used to write exclusively longhand but over the years computer has become my favorite mode of writing.
Your favorite blog post that you have written? (add link)
Oh boy I have to choose just one? I guess this one sticks out in my memory as my most recent favorite.
What’s one of your favorite books from childhood?
Again! I have to choose just one? I guess I would say my favorite book was a child’s anthology and my favorite story in it was “The Giant Thunderbones”
I
This is Giant
Thunder Bones.
II
This is the Dwarf with anxious looks
Who guarded the castle and kept the books
For Giant Thunder Bones.
III
This is the Gnome with beard so gray
Who digged for gems all night and day
To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
Who guarded the castle and kept the books
For Giant Thunder Bones.
IV
This is the Princess of Wandeltreg
Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
Who digged for gems all night and day
To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
Who guarded the castle and kept the books
For Giant Thunder Bones.
V
This is the Prince so brave and so grand
Who sailed over sea and rode over land
Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
Who digged for gems all night and day
To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
Who guarded the castle and kept the books
For Giant Thunder Bones.
VI
This is the Goblin with fingers so frail
Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
Who sailed over sea and rode over land
Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
Who digged for gems all night and day
To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
Who guarded the castle and kept the books
For Giant Thunder Bones.
VII
This is the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
Who sailed over sea and rode over land
Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
Who digged for gems all night and day
To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
Who guarded the castle and kept the books
For Giant Thunder Bones.
VIII
And last comes the Kobold who slept while ’twas light
And did all the housework in the dead of the night
To worry the Witch with Broomstick and Cat
Who sputtered and snarled and shook her tall hat
When she missed the Goblin with fingers so frail
Who hopped with ease over mountain and dale
As he chased the Prince so brave and so grand
Who sailed over sea and rode over land
Till he found the Princess of Wandeltreg
Who, while playing a game of Mumblepeg,
Was caught by the Gnome with beard so gray
Who digged for gems all night and day
To please the Dwarf with anxious looks
Who guarded the castle and kept the books
For Giant Thunder Bones.
Stella Doughty.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for a wonderful group of people gathering with me on Thursday nights to pursue the knowledge of Jesus. I am looking forward to getting together with them this Thursday night for another session of “Turbo-Follow.”
Many other people travel to the land of Cee to mine their own questions and answers. You can find their discoveries by going to
http://ceenphotography.com/2014/03/24/share-your-world-2014-week-12/
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Wordless Wednesday: It’s Not Easy Being Green
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A Steaming Cup Of Bliss
This posts is created for Across the Board’s Two Cents Tuesday Challenge:BLISS
Once you wake up and smell the coffee, it’s hard to go back to sleep.
Fran Drescher
The first thing I think about when I think about bliss is Jesus. I have found my peace, my rest and my joy in Him. I enjoy life because He has made it eternal for me; But now if you ask me aside from worshipping Christ what in life makes me feel blissful it is coffee. Everyone who knows Pastor Wrinkles knows he loves his coffee! When I visit with friends it always involves a cup o’Joe. In fact I have even told people that when we all get to Heaven they should look me up and we will share coffee together in my mansion.
My sister Brenda and her friend Mona In Haarlem the Netherlands
When I travel I love to relax with a cup of coffee.
Don’t I look rested here?
Oh, I like a hotel with a nice pool and a hot tub to unwind in.
But if I can’t have that a steaming cup of bliss will relax me anyway.
“If coffee were like dreams, then I would be wired in constant bliss, never needing sleep to live out my dreams.”
― Anthony Liccione
Check out other people’s answers to the bliss question here
http://acrossthebored.com/2014/03/18/two-cents-tuesday-challenge-bliss/
What makes you feel blissful?
