More Secure, Part 1

                Stephanie Richards admired her small, clean kitchen. With the baby soon to be born, it was nice to relax a minute and prepare for the future.

                Stephanie woke up to see her husband Steve standing in front of her, smiling.

                “Tired?” he asked.

                “Sorry; I guess I was,” she replied, holding her hand out to him.

                Steve took her hand and sat down next to her. “It’s fine,” he stated. “You’re fighting for two people these days, it’s bound to wear you out.” He kissed her cheek.

                Stephanie smiled. “Yes but that doesn’t mean I can abandon my husband,” she said.

                “I’d find you if you did, trust me,” Steve replied. “But dinner’s ready if you’re hungry.”

                “Oh, you made dinner?” Stephanie asked, delighted. “Thanks.”

                The two sat down to a quite meal and caught up on their day.

                A few week later, Steve entered the hospital room and looked at his three-hour old son. “Sorry I’m late; traffic these days,” he stated.

                Stephanie smiled. “He looks just like you,” she stated.

                Steve smiled at his son. “My life has begun to change again,” he stated.

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                Steve sighed to himself as he walked out the back door at the office two years later. “Another long day and nothing to show for it,” he muttered. “And the mortgage is due, too,” he added, opening the car door.

                Click!

                Steve turned to see the barrel of a pistol in his face, a masked man on the opposite end of the gun. “Give me your money—and if you move, I’ll shoot you,” the man ordered.

                Steve slowly moved for his wallet. “Here, take it,” he stated, handing his wallet over.

                The man took the wallet. “Good. Sorry, no witnesses; bad for business.”

                Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots rang out as bullets hit Steve in the chest and stomach. Collapsing to the ground, Steve looked up at his attacker. “Why?” he sputtered.

                “Because I ain’t going to jail—and you’re the only witness here,” the man growled, before delivering a final shot to Steve’s head.

                The next morning there was a knock on the door of the Richards house. Stephanie opened to find Detective Miller standing there with a somber look on his face.

                “Is there something wrong?” she asked nervously.

                “Mrs. Richards?” the detective stated, “I’m sorry to tell you, your husband’s been found shot at his office.”

                “What? No, it can’t be,” Stephanie began to panic. “He didn’t come in last night but I thought he was working late; he’s been shot?”

                “I’m sorry,” Detective Miller stated.

                Emotion overtook Stephanie as she began sobbing violently. Her life was falling apart.

                “We’re doing everything we can, but the killer was masked; it may take a while,” the detective stated.

                “You have to find him,” Stephanie said through gritted teeth. “So I can see him fall.”

                “I’ll do the best I can,”  Detective Miller assured her.

                The family had a quite funeral, placing Steve’s grave near his mother’s as was his request.

                “I’ll get him, Steve,” Stephanie vowed as she stood by the grave. “I’ll see the man who killed you behind bars before I die; I promise.”

More Secure

These are actually two versions of the same song. Sometimes you can actually find both of these in the same hymn book, depending on the hymnal. Usually, however, verses from both versions end up in one main song, so check your hymnbook and see which one it is! Who knows, maybe you’ll find a new favorite hymn. 

A Recommendation

So I was looking for something to post and came across a YouTube channel I personally enjoy. While I can’t exactly say everything they post is good, I do enjoy much of their work. If you’re looking for music to go to sleep with, or just looking for music to enjoy, I do recommend this channel. 

What About God?

                One of the more common issues facing people today is whether or not God exists. And I don’t mean some “higher power”, some “cosmic deity”, some “all-powerful force”, I mean the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Yeah, THAT God; the one that will judge you; that tells you what to do. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a firm believer in the God of the Bible, and here’s why.

                Now yes, I know this subject has been debated back and forth with no ground gained. And I’m not going to try and prove that God exists, nor will I ask you to prove that He doesn’t. Why? Because, frankly, you can’t. I’m not saying that there is or isn’t proof, but you can’t definitively prove either way. Much like we cannot explain what emotions such as Love, Hate, or Peace are, or explain what Gravity is, we cannot prove that God exists. Not without a little faith.

                Yes, I said faith. Blind faith? No. But faith. Faith is something we all have, really. Faith in our checks to pay the bills. Faith in bridges and roads to hold when we drive over (or under) them. Faith that our jobs will continue to provide what we need to live. And while I realize “everyone” is a lousy reason, it is a fact of life.

                So, now that that’s out of the way, why do I believe in God? Well there’s several reasons, really. One of the simpler reasons is, well, why not? Without God, the universe itself lacks an explanation to exist. “But evolution—” don’t; don’t even start. There are SO many flaws with evolution it isn’t even funny. “Figment of imagination”—okay that’s just weird. And dumb. So yeah, I’ll take the option “made by God” for that.

                Furthermore, what harm is there in believing in God? A few rules? A sense of morality? “Everyone has a sense of right and wrong, that has nothing to do with God”. Really? ‘Cause frankly, I know what happens when there’s no rules in place: I grew up on a farm. Without God’s sense of morality, man suddenly begins acting like animals. Rape, murder, incest, cruelty, theft—all these stem from man’s dark nature, and without God’s direction, man will become literally an animal. And you know, to be honest, while I may be a bit of a rebel at times, everyone, including myself, has a certain sense of longing for direction. Without rules you have anarchy, which isn’t fun for anyone.

                Additionally, believing in God gives one a sense of direction and purpose. Why are we here? God put us here for His purpose. What are we doing here? God has plans for us all; we just have to figure it out (another topic for another time). Where are we going when we die?

                Ah yes, the ultimate question man has tried to answer: our own mortality. Where are we going when we die? Without God and His plan of salvation, man is merely left in the ground, to rot away into dust. Life suddenly seems meaningless when we put it like that, doesn’t it? I know some like to argue that life in itself has fulfillment, but, without the possibility of something other than “six feet under”, life becomes boring, useless, a waste of existence. But when we put God in the picture, we discover a whole new purpose to life.

                Now I could go into scientific and historic reasons for belief in God, but that has already been done. So perhaps you’ll take these few words and consider what I’ve said. And hopefully this will answer some questions any of my readers may have. And hey, if I’m wrong and there is no God, at least I don’t got nothing to lose.

                Oh, and one more thing: They tell the story of a king who asked his counselor to prove God’s existence in one word. The counselor simply replied, “Israel”.   

Thanks, I Think

(Hey just a heads up, we won’t be posting anything this Wednesday for Thanksgiving. We will be back our regular schedule next Sunday. Thanks, and have a Happy Thanksgiving.)oThanksgiving. It comes once a year, every fourth Thursday in November. It’s a day we gather with friends and family to…what do we do, anymore?
Thanksgiving used to be a time to gather together and enjoy the year-end harvest and thank God for the year. But then what? While some people still celebrate that way, most have forgotten the true meaning of Thanksgiving. 
And no, I’m not going to give an historical background on the holiday, because, frankly, we all should know it. Granted the “harvest festival” part of it is a little off from the actual harvest season, but most of us know the story. 
Any more these days, Thanksgiving is an excuse to get drunk, eat WAY too much, and then try to roll into the store to buy “that thing I’ve always wanted, but it was too expensive” on Friday. 
So, what is my point, exactly? Well, simply put, while there’s nothing wrong with setting aside one day to gather friends and family and be thankful for what the year has brought, let’s be sure to remember to give credit to whom credit is due. And frankly, let’s not forget to be thankful EVERY day for what we’ve been given: life, love, food, etc. Even if we don’t enjoy every aspect of our lives, we can find something to be thankful for. 

Thanks for listening to me rant, and we’ll see you next week. 
Oh, and try not to make yourself sick on Thursday, eh mate?