Good morning everyone. The house is quiet, as I’m the only one awake. It’s a busy time of the year. I’ll be Christmas shopping today, but wanted to check in and say hello. Hope y’all have a wonderful day!
Under the “Oh how times change” category. I was thinking about Donna’s quest for a doll for a 7 year old girl. I think at that age we got Kylie who was an American Girl Doll who lived in California, surfed, and her parents were marine biologists. It came with a book, surf board and other beachy stuff.
This is her current Christmas list as it now looks:
iPhone4
Steve Madden Combat Boots
New Taylor Swift Wonderstruck Perfume
Urban Decay Naked Palette 2
and the one that won’t be happening
Having her second holes pierced in her ears
Re doll requests from yesterday. Mary (middle GD) has a “Wedding Barbie” she has never opened. Barbie just sits on the dresser in her plastic case. Don’t know where Ken is. Barbie didn’t elope, she’s all dressed out. (I presume she still has it, I haven’t seen Mary’s bed room in several years.)
Chas,
My daughter does that with her Holiday Babies. She doesn’t want them to get messed up, so she just leaves them in their boxes. She thinks their too pretty to play with!
My most memorable Bible is the first (and only) one I ever purchased, a few years after becoming a Christian. It is a NKJ version, and it’s the one and only Bible I have in which I’ve kept hand-written notes. It is a personal treasure.
Speaking of Christmas list; the Kid kept seeing things on commercials he wanted for Christmas and would tell me about them. I finally told him to make a list and we would see what we could do. On the list between some kind of extreme squirt gun and a Transformer was ‘I want the (how)? family to have magic tap lights. $19.95 is the cost of magic double tap tap lights”. The Kid watches too much TV.
MIM, any verdict on the piece of machinery that was taken for repair?
I still have all the Bibles I’ve had since becoming a Christian. But none of them are memorable. Some I can’t read anymore because the print shrunk with age.
The only Bible I remember being given to me was The Way Bible when I first became a Christian my freshman year in highschool. My sister gave it to me. She was three months older in the Lord. You can imagine all this being much to my atheist father’s chagrin. Teenagers! That was my teen rebellion, becoming a believer.
All the rest of my Bibles I have bought myself and have been rather utilitarian, which I suppose is as it should be.
Ha. Perfume & combat boots. You’ve just gotta love teen-aged girls. 🙂
Two Bibles are special.
1/ The small white zippered one (old King James, of course) that my grandfather signed and gave to me when I was probably about 9 or 10 years old that’s tucked away in a drawer somewhere. I loved carrying that to Sunday School, it was so pretty — with a gold cross dangling from the zipper.
2/ The other special one is my NASB ‘Open Bible’ that has been the only one I’ve written in & highlighted through the years.
I’ve replaced the cover (thanks to one of my former dogs) — it’s now brown leather rather than the original black — and it’s been the one I’ve been taking to church with me again over the past few months. (That and my original “New Geneva” study Bible, a burgundy hardcover with a distinctive, singular puncture tooth mark in the front cover — courtesy of another dog somewhere along the line.)
I go through periods where when my marked up Bible sits on a shelf and I use my newer, more portable Bibles for church and regular use.
But then I rediscover the old one with all my notes and find I love using something that’s so familiar again, with its worn well-thumbed pages and coming across notes I’d written or passages highlighted long ago. (And I’m adding a few new notes now as I go.)
Chas,
The ball screw and ball nut are being “assembled” as I type this. We will pick it up this afternoon, and the CNC route will be put back together tomorrow – barring any (more) unforseen circumstances.
Just to give you a clue how specialized this repair is, there are only two ball screw repair shops in Atlanta (that I could find).
I am fairly confident that no one else could do the repairs. Why? Because these shops stock replacement ball bearings for these things in diamters of fifty millionths of an inch increments. That’s pretty fine precision….
I’ve just finished reading The End of America by John Price.
His thesis is that America is the daughter of Babylon spoken of in Jeremiah 50-51. He says that America will be judged for its many sins, abortion, pornography, homosexual marriage, divorce, and other things. He predicts that when the Islamic armies invade Israel, America will violate it’s promises to stand with Israel. God will in turn bring destruction on this country.
He takes an entire chapter proving that America is the daughter of Babylon. However, I’m still not convinced. He is correct about the dismal spiritual condition of this country. But if God chooses to punish America for its sins, how about all the countries of Europe and East Asia? No claiming that we are good, just that they are worse.
Also, the devastation of ten atomic bombs would not destroy this country as the he describes it and as the Muslims wish. It would be a tragedy to lose New York, Washington, Chicago and a half dozen other cities. Communication would be disrupted and shortages would occur. However, America is more than those cities. There are people in Columbia, West Lafayette, Boise, Madison, Lynchburg, Provo and a thousand other places. These people know how to do thing. They can string wire, lay pipe and make things run. And they will unite as one against the culprits. Also, there are aircraft carriers and subs still out there. Americans are still a capable, resourceful and determined people. Americans have changed a lot, but they are not a docile people.
With Obama as president, it is very likely, no – almost certain that America will abandon Israel. And God may well judge America. If so, I expect it will be by natural disaster. The late Jim McKeever claimed to be a prophet, and he prophesied that earthquakes would someday devastate America.
John Price is suggesting that people leave America. But there is no place to go. We are it. As I said before, the world is dark and getting darker. America was the light on the hill and the light is getting dim.
What to do? Voting and praying is all we can do.
Any other suggestions?
I remember getting my Barbie doll around the same time as I got a bright yellow Hula Hoop. The Hula Hoop won my affections, the Barbie was soon moved out.
But not before I spent a bit of time thoroughly (if briefly) intrigued with all the clothing accessories I saw on TV that were available for the grown-up doll.
As it dawned on my parents how much it would cost to keep Barbie in all those latest styles and accessories, I’m guessing they were happy that I liked playing with the yellow Hula Hoop so much more.
I stopped writing in my Bible probably 20 years ago. I wasn’t paying attention to what God was saying, I was only reading my own words, or only reading the underlined–thus missing the flow of the passage.
My favorites over a 40 year period, have been The Amplified version–all those great words! And my NKJ Life Application Bible–all those great notes! I like the recent NKJ Lutheran Study Bible, too.
Though this morning, sitting here in the dark because the power went out, I’ve been thankful for my GLO Bible on the IPad!
Like Adios, my teenage rebellion was becoming a Christian. The family was still talking about it this weekend! I was here in the dark praying this morning, wondering if I should send my one relative a copy of the spiritual memoir–and perhaps that would give her some insight into my faith?
Anyway, now the lights are back, I need to prepare to teach–out of the very fine Lutheran Study Bible in about an hour!
Michelle, good point about the downside of writing in Bibles. And that’s why I’ve never written in another one (or even highlighted passages). But it’s still nice to have the old highlighted one somehow, in certain periods it serves to renew my own perspective in my spiritual life.
I’ve heard the same caution about study Bibles, BTW, which I think is also a point well taken. Too easy to focus more on the extensive notes than on the text itself.
Although I admit I love study Bibles. 😉
Chas, I probably have a somewhat different frame of reference when it comes to eschatology, but it seems to me that the world has been much darker at times in the past than it is now. It’s always hard to grasp the big picture perspective from the moment in history in which we live (and from our limited/personal vantage point as Americans in the 2000s and in the culture in which we live).
I’m thinking the U.S. may eventually fall by the wayside, we’ve all seen signs of a significant weakening of the national character over the past 50 or even 100 years. It seems to be accelerating now, but again we have a limited point of view. And I’m not convinced that our nation is all that significant in God’s economy, long-term. Short-term, it certainly has served as a light to the world, however.
It’s intriguing to me how Christianity is taking root in places like China. God is always up to something, isn’t He?
I guess I’m always wary of books like the one you’ve referenced that try so hard to squeeze our modern-day political circumstances into a very specific end-times scenario. This is done in every generation, of course, so it’s not new.
Michelle, I really enjoyed your story about the Good News for Modern Man. I was raised in a very Catholic home and my mother became alarmed when she noticed that someone had been “monkeying” with the huge white Catholic Bible that was always parked predominately in the middle of the living room coffee table. After questioning us kids and finding out that I was the guilty party she showed me where an unused Good News for Modern Man lay hidden in a bureau drawer. She told me that if I must, I could use that for any personal reading that I felt wasn’t covered in mass or Catechism classes. That summer I devoured that book and the Lord used it to draw me to Him from then on.
I have a Bible that I don’t use, but it’s still special to me. It’s a white hardcover in a beautiful cedar case. It was a gift to our family when my Grandfather died. It has embossed on the cover “With Deepest Sympathy From the Wilson Boro Fire Dept”.
Pop had been a fireman for 3 decades. It was given to my Grandmother at his funeral, and she wanted me to have it. They’re both gone now, but the Bible sits in it’s cedar box in the living room. It’s very at home there, as was my Pop. We bought this house from my Dad, who grew up in this house. My Pop bought the house in 1942 and lived here the rest of his life. Every once in a while I’ll open it just to get a whiff of the smell of the cedar. For some reason that smell makes me picture Pop in his chair by the window, playing solitaire. I never use this Bible, but it’s special to me, and it’s my favorite.
Favorite Bible received: my current King James Version Giant Print bible, given to me by my husband after I stopped using my NIV study bible and went back to the small KJV I had received when I was confirmed in 1976. The print size in that KJV bible was so tiny (the book was approximately 4″ x 6″, with 1046 pages), and it was getting difficult to read small print in my 40’s, but I wanted to do my personal bible reading from the King James Version, so hubby bought me one with print I could read easily.
There isn’t much room in the margins for writing notes, but I do have written next to Ephesians 2:8-10 a quote from a friend of mine who went home to the Lord last year: Jo: “Do not divorce verse 10 from verses 8 & 9!”
She lamented that so often, verses 8 & 9 would be put together as memory passages, but she felt strongly that verse 10 was very important to complete the thought, and frequently was ignored.
I had to smile in church Christmas Day when I saw her husband and some of their children and grandchildren whom I hadn’t seen since her funeral. One of the Bible readings in church that day, I noticed in the bulletin before the service started, was Eph. 2:1-9. Yes, nine. I thought, if Jo had been sitting there in that service, the pastor would have gotten an earful afterwards about leaving off verse 10! 😉 But then, when it came time for the reading, the pastor read verses one through ten! So either the bulletin had a typo, or Jo’s words about that verse were ringing out even after her earthly life was over.
I have only received two Bibles as gifts, but neither are really special. My sister bought me an imitation leather bound NASB in 1974 that I still have and occasionally use. The pages are falling out, but the cover is still intact. The other was a Spanish Bible from my wife when I was still in my (late) college studies. I used it for church for 15 years or more. The cover finally came off, as it was the hard cover. I no longer use it, but still have it.
And it was good to see EYG around last night. Bienvenida, Hermana!
Somebody once pointed out to me that bonded and imitation leather bibles always fall apart. So far, that’s true over here. Our genuiune leather ones last and last, even better than the hardcover ones.
I have a leather, Giant-print NIV (not favorite translation, though). I like it because it’s lightweight, and readable. Easy on the wrists. Durable. i think it came from Wal-mart, when they were selling thin leather bibles.
Although my “Jewish” parents were not very religious, we had a Bible around. Which one, I don’t recall, though I would guess KJ. I remember reading most of it at age 10 (though wading through it was thick going — it’s way too long) and concluding, “Either this was written by the entity called ‘God,’ or it was written by human beings. Sure seems to have the fingerprints of human beings all over it.”
One of the many things evangelical Christians like to do is split hairs. I’ve left at least a couple of dozen hairs lying on the table for you to clumsily whack at with your very dull knives.
I don’t see a comment from Ree in the last day or two, but I was just casually glancing, so I might have missed her. She may be busy with something important (such as sniping at her atheist sisters — must have been a charming Thanksgiving if they all get together). I hope she is OK. I miss her as she is the one most likely to rise to my baiting. Most of the rest of you are too busy talking about not much religion, or ignoring me. I do think, as slow as the “proress” is, that Christianity is slowly dying. Eventually, it may make a big bang, like a huge “old growth” tree in the forest , toppling, and taking out a house and crushing the inhabitants.
My favorite Bible was my Grandfathers. Nice large print KJV.
Steve, eventually, according to scripture, we won’t be here to argue with…if a big, old tree falls in the forest and there are no Christians around to hear it…
On Saturday, my daughter and I drove back to Santa Barbara. We stopped at the grocery store, nach, so she could stock up for the next three weeks on my dime. She couldn’t find frozen chicken, so she asked the butcher for help.
He insists upon walking her back to the freezers, chatting her up. I say something and he says, “hey, where are you from? You have an accent!”
“I don’t think so. I’m from LA.”
“It sounds Croatian.”
I burst out laughing, but then reply, “I grew up with Croatians.”
“Really? Where in LA?”
Of course we’re from the same town. He completely forgot about my beautiful daughter and turned all his attention on me.
He knew exactly where I lived and grew up about ten blocks from Donna . . .
My daughter, who was afraid to go to our local Safeway while home because every time she goes in one of the employees asks her out, also laughed. “I can’t take you anywhere. You ALWAYS find a connection with someone.”
This butcher was missing some teeth, so this time I don’t think she really cared . . .
My favorite Bible is the one I use daily. It was given to me at Shepherd’s Conference several years ago. It is beautiful calf skin leather with India paper designed to prevent bleed through from high lighters. It has no notes in it. Just cross references. I like that because it forces you to be a good Berean.
Tych QoD: Interesting question – most of my Bibles were given to me: the very first one, from an elderly friend, which my youngest sibling shredded; the three from my parents, the first when I was able to read, the second when I was a teenager and wanted a Hebrew-Greek study Bible, the third in Spanish when I took that language; and the one from my grandparents (which was an NIV and I found it hard to read, being used to the KJV). But my most memorable one is probably the first one I bought for myself, the one I have now. I have long wanted a Bible in paragraphs, rather than in two columns, and I finally found one this year. It was published last year by Cambridge University Press, just in time for the KJV’s 400th anniversary: http://www.bibledesignblog.com/2011/08/cambridge-clarion-kjv-in-black-goatskin.html . It was expensive, but I enjoy reading it so much. The paragraphs really bring out the flow of the language and I have found things that I missed in previous readings – like a mention of the prophet Jonah in II Kings 14:25. It is smaller than my study Bible, and thus was easier to pack.
One of my biggest complaints of the NIV is that it took “behold” out. “Look” and “see” do not account for the seriousness of the word. I looked at this young woman and beheld her beauty and ambiance. And I married her.
It also substitutes “Sovering god” for “LORD God”.
I’m reading the NIV through this year. When I’m reading a familiar passage, such as John 1, or Ps. 23, I automatically translate it into KJV language.
She may be busy with something important (such as sniping at her atheist sisters — must have been a charming Thanksgiving if they all get together).
As my sisters live on the East coast (where I grew up) and I’m on the West, I wasn’t able to join them for Thanksgiving. But just so you know, we’re quite close and get along very well, thank you very much. The two who are able to travel come out here to visit me regularly, and I go out there every summer. But so as not to disappoint, I’ll confess that on those rare occasions when the topic gets around to larger worldview issues, even though we all try to tread lightly, it gets a little uncomfortable sometimes. No sniping, though.
And I’m happy to respond to your baiting whenever I can. I’ll try to keep it up.
I also agree. It sounds weird, but “behold” is actually one of my favorite words in the Bible. And it always gives me chills when I hear the word sung in “O Holy Night.”
QOD: Thirty years ago, I received a One Year Bible as part of a Bible Study. It came at the right time of my life, and helped me begin daily Bible reading. I have been using it or the One Year Chronological Bibles ever since. The One Year Bibles have made great Christmas gifts for young people over the years. Now, at church they all use the Bible on their smart phone.
Ree, I am glad to hear (and, I don’t doubt), that you and your family, including your sisters, get along fairly well, and at most, tread very lightly on each others toes.
My visit to Maine went pretty well, as the two siblings I don’t care to be around were not present. One has been diagnosed by a psychiatrist as being bi-polar/schizophrenic. Speaking of insecure, his wife (a nice woman who takes care of him) tells me that after his heart attack and he thought he would die, he became a religious believer. He is harmless, but clearly is as crazy as a loon, having long conversations with himself and having been picked up wandering the streets babbling, by police in Missouri where he lives.
One of my sisters at the age of 13 or so told us that she had been born again in Christ. While that probably would not have delighted or charmed the rest of us, but we are all eccentric and could tolerate that,but she clearly has something dreadfully with her. For one thing, she talks endlessly and barely listens to anyone else in a conversation. My amateur diagnsis is that she suffers from a “behavior disorder” such as narcissism. She had a fairly wealthy fellow church member who was using her as a “companion” (rather like a Dickens novel character), but said patron has left or been taken away by her family. Sis is now wheedling money out of the other sister, making promises to repay that she has no intention of fulfilling or thinking she will and deluding herself. My other brother and I shrug our shoulders in despair. Families can really be a mess. Of course, if my wife and I sink to the point where we can no longer care for ourselves, then the mommies will be stuck with us. We will not be gracious and easily tolerable doddering seniors I am pretty sure.
Verily is beautiful, too! Chas, you’re nudging me towards the KJ again. I love the language. I don’t get the same sense of poetry with the NIV that I did with the KJV.
More family mess. My brother in Maine has a mother-in-law living with them. She was living alone in condo, but became unable to take care of herself. Brother and his wife (a nurse-midwife) did an “intervention” and removed mother-in-law from her condo and installed her in their home. She has failing health. I don’t remember the name, but it’s a combination of physical and mental degeneration that will not get better. It’s not Alzherimers, but it is as gloomy in its prognosis. She was fairly well-behaved while we visited, but my brother tells me 1) she cannot accept that she will never return to living on her own in her condo and 2) at times she behaves so badly she makes life miserable for everyone in their house.
The condo is for sale. It’s sale would make it easier for everyone as they could afford more help for mother-in-law and more ways to offset the inevitability of her decline. So if you know anyone who is interested in a condo in fairly good condition in Maine (probably near Portland, but I am not sure), let me know.
In the meantime, everyone can pray. As I often observed, that does a lot of good. Perhaps as consolation for people who believe in prayer. I’ve never got it.
Verily. Behold. I am not going to do my Roger Williams bit today, but surely as people in Elizabethan-Restoration times watched people being burned at the stake and being drawn and quartered, they shouted, “Verily! Behold! God is Great!” Or was that the Muslims? It so hard to keep the religious fanatics and their persecutions straight.
It still mistifies me how Roger came out of that environment and turned out (by my atheistic standards) so “enlightened.” Not that the products of the enlightenment were always that enlightened either. My human beings are a mess. God must be really proud of his handiwork.
When I was in high school I had paper back “student” Bible for Bible class,we were encouraged to take notes in the margins. It had lots of explanations in the center and at the bottom. I have always wanted to find another like it but never have.
I don’t really remember a first Bible. I started Kindergarten at a Christian school. I did receive a Bible from my parents in 1979. It currently is on my dining room table.
Michelle @ 3:39- Funny story. Reminds me of going to the store (or anywhere else in either of the two bigger cities near here) with D3. She says I see someone I know every time. And I do about 3/4 of the time.
Make it Man, my dad could tell you by the sound of a ball bearing how long it would last before you had to replace it. He constantly brought ball bearings of all sizes home–he would put them in his pockets and forget he had them. Some of you may have played with marbles. I played with ball bearings.
I just finished reading The Five Love Languages. Wow, what a book. So much of it resonated with me. It was fun doing the profile and checking my score. I have three languages that are almost equally important, and the other two are tied for last.
Words of Affirmation – 9
Acts of Service – 8
Physical Touch – 7
Quality Time – 3
Receiving Gifts – 3
It was also fun figuring out my husband’s love language. He didn’t read the book or do the Profile for Husbands, but I can tell his primary language is Acts of Service. Most definitely.
I heard of this book long ago. I don’t know why I didn’t read it before now, but I’m glad I did get around to reading it.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a “favorite” Bible, but I guess the most memorable would be the KJV my father gave me when I was a teenager. I had always gone to church with him growing up, at a very liberal UCC church where the Bible was considered to be the work of human beings, containing truth but not necessarily more so than any other religious book. The church gave RSV Bibles to all 2nd graders, but the one time I tried reading mine, I discovered that – unlike the book of Bible stories I enjoyed so much – the real Bible was very dull reading. (I started in Daniel, but never got as far as the lions’ den.)
As a preteen I decided that if there was a God, He had nothing to do with my life. As a young teenager, I decided I did want to believe in God, but the UCC church gave me no guidance on how. (Intentionally – they wanted us to figure out for ourselves what to believe.) I visited a fundamentalist church with my sister and they told me how and what to believe. So I became a fundamentalist Christian, and came to see my father’s church as apostate and my father as probably an unbeliever.
The fundamentalist church only use KJV and called the RSV the “Reversed” Standard Version. So I was uncomfortable carrying my RSV to church (though not bringing a Bible would have been worse). So my father bought me a KJV Bible. In the front, he wrote Micah 6:8
“He has showed you, O man, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?”
I was rather uncomfortable with that verse, because I was sure that if the fundamentalist church people had been writing it, they would have written something more like “He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to believe that Jesus died for your sins, and to ask Him into your heart, and to tell everyone about Him?” I didn’t know what to make of this verse saying something that focused on behavior rather than belief, and I didn’t like seeing it every time I opened my Bible.
I have no idea where that Bible ended up. When I went off to Bible school, we not only had to use KJV, it had to be a New Scofield Bible, so I switched to using that one instead. Later I switched to the NIV (recommended by a prof at Bible school), and now I use the ESV. But I think much more highly of my father’s choice of Scripture than I did back as a teenager, and I hope that he really was a genuine believer after all. Even if he didn’t have as high a view of the Bible as evangelical Christians and he believed that everyone will go to Heaven (he believed that it will appear as hell to those who don’t love God, but that they will still have opportunities to repent and turn to God after death), he also affirmed salvation by grace through faith in Jesus Christ.
Well, He did tell us how we would end up. We need Him. He knows that. That is why He died for us. Because we could not do things right without Him as we become more and more selfish.
Michelle, small world. 😉 One of my co-workers was vacationing in Oregon once, walked into a small cafe in a very small town, and there on the wall a framed copy of “A Real San Pedran,” which ran in our newspaper years ago. Pedrans are everywhere, fanning out from what really IS the center of the world.
I spent the afternoon watching “Skyfall” at an IMAX theater. Bond, James Bond. Quite spectacular. Lots of things got blown up real good. A couple of times the explosions were sudden & loud enough to make me jump in my comfy rocking theater seat.
One of the better lines: “Welcome to Scotland.” But you’ll need to see the film to catch the context.
And Idaho was even mentioned — in connection with guns, of course. 😉
You guys are such chickens. (Apologizing to my atheist chickens.) I will say it. I am my youngest sister.
Unfortunately, I can’t transport my sister to your church. Believe me, there is a good reason most of the people in her church (or so she told me) are Hispanic and Vietnamese, and speak little English. For all she prates about Jesus, if you had to listen to sis for a month, you would be begging for me, atheism and all.
Good night. Next time, some more Roger Williams. For all he was a true believer, you are about as incapable of comprehending him as a one year old child would be. Oh, well, it’s a slow process, but Christianity is fading from the scene. 100 or 200 years, it will be a footnote in the catalog of human delusions.
Good morning everyone. The house is quiet, as I’m the only one awake. It’s a busy time of the year. I’ll be Christmas shopping today, but wanted to check in and say hello. Hope y’all have a wonderful day!
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It’s…
SNOWING!!!!!!!!!
🙂
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We thought we might see our first Pennsylvania snow this morning in Stewartstown but, alas, only rain.
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As long as there is snow in Annapolis in January I’ll be good for snow. BG has been deprived, deprived I tell you, of ever seeing real snow.
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Under the “Oh how times change” category. I was thinking about Donna’s quest for a doll for a 7 year old girl. I think at that age we got Kylie who was an American Girl Doll who lived in California, surfed, and her parents were marine biologists. It came with a book, surf board and other beachy stuff.
This is her current Christmas list as it now looks:
iPhone4
Steve Madden Combat Boots
New Taylor Swift Wonderstruck Perfume
Urban Decay Naked Palette 2
and the one that won’t be happening
Having her second holes pierced in her ears
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Re doll requests from yesterday. Mary (middle GD) has a “Wedding Barbie” she has never opened. Barbie just sits on the dresser in her plastic case. Don’t know where Ken is. Barbie didn’t elope, she’s all dressed out. (I presume she still has it, I haven’t seen Mary’s bed room in several years.)
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QotD: What is the most memorable Bible that you have ever received (i.e. from Baptism, wedding, conversion, etc.)? Why is it meaningful to you?
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Chas,
My daughter does that with her Holiday Babies. She doesn’t want them to get messed up, so she just leaves them in their boxes. She thinks their too pretty to play with!
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Oops! Holiday Barbies
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My most memorable Bible is the first (and only) one I ever purchased, a few years after becoming a Christian. It is a NKJ version, and it’s the one and only Bible I have in which I’ve kept hand-written notes. It is a personal treasure.
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QoD: My sister gave me an NIV study Bible when I was a new Christian. It is very special to me. I’d never had a Bible of my own before.
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Speaking of Christmas list; the Kid kept seeing things on commercials he wanted for Christmas and would tell me about them. I finally told him to make a list and we would see what we could do. On the list between some kind of extreme squirt gun and a Transformer was ‘I want the (how)? family to have magic tap lights. $19.95 is the cost of magic double tap tap lights”. The Kid watches too much TV.
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Well, I stole it, Tychicus, and wrote about it, including photos, here:
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MIM, any verdict on the piece of machinery that was taken for repair?
I still have all the Bibles I’ve had since becoming a Christian. But none of them are memorable. Some I can’t read anymore because the print shrunk with age.
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The only Bible I remember being given to me was The Way Bible when I first became a Christian my freshman year in highschool. My sister gave it to me. She was three months older in the Lord. You can imagine all this being much to my atheist father’s chagrin. Teenagers! That was my teen rebellion, becoming a believer.
All the rest of my Bibles I have bought myself and have been rather utilitarian, which I suppose is as it should be.
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Michelle: That is a really neat testimony of how God actively pursued you, and how you responded in faith.
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Adios: If only all teens could be so rebellious!
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Ha. Perfume & combat boots. You’ve just gotta love teen-aged girls. 🙂
Two Bibles are special.
1/ The small white zippered one (old King James, of course) that my grandfather signed and gave to me when I was probably about 9 or 10 years old that’s tucked away in a drawer somewhere. I loved carrying that to Sunday School, it was so pretty — with a gold cross dangling from the zipper.
2/ The other special one is my NASB ‘Open Bible’ that has been the only one I’ve written in & highlighted through the years.
I’ve replaced the cover (thanks to one of my former dogs) — it’s now brown leather rather than the original black — and it’s been the one I’ve been taking to church with me again over the past few months. (That and my original “New Geneva” study Bible, a burgundy hardcover with a distinctive, singular puncture tooth mark in the front cover — courtesy of another dog somewhere along the line.)
I go through periods where when my marked up Bible sits on a shelf and I use my newer, more portable Bibles for church and regular use.
But then I rediscover the old one with all my notes and find I love using something that’s so familiar again, with its worn well-thumbed pages and coming across notes I’d written or passages highlighted long ago. (And I’m adding a few new notes now as I go.)
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Chas,
The ball screw and ball nut are being “assembled” as I type this. We will pick it up this afternoon, and the CNC route will be put back together tomorrow – barring any (more) unforseen circumstances.
Just to give you a clue how specialized this repair is, there are only two ball screw repair shops in Atlanta (that I could find).
I am fairly confident that no one else could do the repairs. Why? Because these shops stock replacement ball bearings for these things in diamters of fifty millionths of an inch increments. That’s pretty fine precision….
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Argh… “CNC Router“
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I’ve just finished reading The End of America by John Price.
His thesis is that America is the daughter of Babylon spoken of in Jeremiah 50-51. He says that America will be judged for its many sins, abortion, pornography, homosexual marriage, divorce, and other things. He predicts that when the Islamic armies invade Israel, America will violate it’s promises to stand with Israel. God will in turn bring destruction on this country.
He takes an entire chapter proving that America is the daughter of Babylon. However, I’m still not convinced. He is correct about the dismal spiritual condition of this country. But if God chooses to punish America for its sins, how about all the countries of Europe and East Asia? No claiming that we are good, just that they are worse.
Also, the devastation of ten atomic bombs would not destroy this country as the he describes it and as the Muslims wish. It would be a tragedy to lose New York, Washington, Chicago and a half dozen other cities. Communication would be disrupted and shortages would occur. However, America is more than those cities. There are people in Columbia, West Lafayette, Boise, Madison, Lynchburg, Provo and a thousand other places. These people know how to do thing. They can string wire, lay pipe and make things run. And they will unite as one against the culprits. Also, there are aircraft carriers and subs still out there. Americans are still a capable, resourceful and determined people. Americans have changed a lot, but they are not a docile people.
With Obama as president, it is very likely, no – almost certain that America will abandon Israel. And God may well judge America. If so, I expect it will be by natural disaster. The late Jim McKeever claimed to be a prophet, and he prophesied that earthquakes would someday devastate America.
John Price is suggesting that people leave America. But there is no place to go. We are it. As I said before, the world is dark and getting darker. America was the light on the hill and the light is getting dim.
What to do? Voting and praying is all we can do.
Any other suggestions?
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Michelle, very nice. It’s now on my FB page. 🙂
I remember getting my Barbie doll around the same time as I got a bright yellow Hula Hoop. The Hula Hoop won my affections, the Barbie was soon moved out.
But not before I spent a bit of time thoroughly (if briefly) intrigued with all the clothing accessories I saw on TV that were available for the grown-up doll.
As it dawned on my parents how much it would cost to keep Barbie in all those latest styles and accessories, I’m guessing they were happy that I liked playing with the yellow Hula Hoop so much more.
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I stopped writing in my Bible probably 20 years ago. I wasn’t paying attention to what God was saying, I was only reading my own words, or only reading the underlined–thus missing the flow of the passage.
My favorites over a 40 year period, have been The Amplified version–all those great words! And my NKJ Life Application Bible–all those great notes! I like the recent NKJ Lutheran Study Bible, too.
Though this morning, sitting here in the dark because the power went out, I’ve been thankful for my GLO Bible on the IPad!
Like Adios, my teenage rebellion was becoming a Christian. The family was still talking about it this weekend! I was here in the dark praying this morning, wondering if I should send my one relative a copy of the spiritual memoir–and perhaps that would give her some insight into my faith?
Anyway, now the lights are back, I need to prepare to teach–out of the very fine Lutheran Study Bible in about an hour!
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Michelle, good point about the downside of writing in Bibles. And that’s why I’ve never written in another one (or even highlighted passages). But it’s still nice to have the old highlighted one somehow, in certain periods it serves to renew my own perspective in my spiritual life.
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If you’re a teacher, it helps to have a Bible you’ve written in.
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I’ve heard the same caution about study Bibles, BTW, which I think is also a point well taken. Too easy to focus more on the extensive notes than on the text itself.
Although I admit I love study Bibles. 😉
Chas, I probably have a somewhat different frame of reference when it comes to eschatology, but it seems to me that the world has been much darker at times in the past than it is now. It’s always hard to grasp the big picture perspective from the moment in history in which we live (and from our limited/personal vantage point as Americans in the 2000s and in the culture in which we live).
I’m thinking the U.S. may eventually fall by the wayside, we’ve all seen signs of a significant weakening of the national character over the past 50 or even 100 years. It seems to be accelerating now, but again we have a limited point of view. And I’m not convinced that our nation is all that significant in God’s economy, long-term. Short-term, it certainly has served as a light to the world, however.
It’s intriguing to me how Christianity is taking root in places like China. God is always up to something, isn’t He?
I guess I’m always wary of books like the one you’ve referenced that try so hard to squeeze our modern-day political circumstances into a very specific end-times scenario. This is done in every generation, of course, so it’s not new.
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Michelle, I really enjoyed your story about the Good News for Modern Man. I was raised in a very Catholic home and my mother became alarmed when she noticed that someone had been “monkeying” with the huge white Catholic Bible that was always parked predominately in the middle of the living room coffee table. After questioning us kids and finding out that I was the guilty party she showed me where an unused Good News for Modern Man lay hidden in a bureau drawer. She told me that if I must, I could use that for any personal reading that I felt wasn’t covered in mass or Catechism classes. That summer I devoured that book and the Lord used it to draw me to Him from then on.
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photoguy13, love your description of how the family Bible was “parked” (and thus not really intended to be used/moved). 🙂
And good for your mom for introducing you to the (hidden) copy that could be used. 😉
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QoD,
I have a Bible that I don’t use, but it’s still special to me. It’s a white hardcover in a beautiful cedar case. It was a gift to our family when my Grandfather died. It has embossed on the cover “With Deepest Sympathy From the Wilson Boro Fire Dept”.
Pop had been a fireman for 3 decades. It was given to my Grandmother at his funeral, and she wanted me to have it. They’re both gone now, but the Bible sits in it’s cedar box in the living room. It’s very at home there, as was my Pop. We bought this house from my Dad, who grew up in this house. My Pop bought the house in 1942 and lived here the rest of his life. Every once in a while I’ll open it just to get a whiff of the smell of the cedar. For some reason that smell makes me picture Pop in his chair by the window, playing solitaire. I never use this Bible, but it’s special to me, and it’s my favorite.
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Favorite Bible received: my current King James Version Giant Print bible, given to me by my husband after I stopped using my NIV study bible and went back to the small KJV I had received when I was confirmed in 1976. The print size in that KJV bible was so tiny (the book was approximately 4″ x 6″, with 1046 pages), and it was getting difficult to read small print in my 40’s, but I wanted to do my personal bible reading from the King James Version, so hubby bought me one with print I could read easily.
There isn’t much room in the margins for writing notes, but I do have written next to Ephesians 2:8-10 a quote from a friend of mine who went home to the Lord last year: Jo: “Do not divorce verse 10 from verses 8 & 9!”
She lamented that so often, verses 8 & 9 would be put together as memory passages, but she felt strongly that verse 10 was very important to complete the thought, and frequently was ignored.
I had to smile in church Christmas Day when I saw her husband and some of their children and grandchildren whom I hadn’t seen since her funeral. One of the Bible readings in church that day, I noticed in the bulletin before the service started, was Eph. 2:1-9. Yes, nine. I thought, if Jo had been sitting there in that service, the pastor would have gotten an earful afterwards about leaving off verse 10! 😉 But then, when it came time for the reading, the pastor read verses one through ten! So either the bulletin had a typo, or Jo’s words about that verse were ringing out even after her earthly life was over.
🙂
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I have only received two Bibles as gifts, but neither are really special. My sister bought me an imitation leather bound NASB in 1974 that I still have and occasionally use. The pages are falling out, but the cover is still intact. The other was a Spanish Bible from my wife when I was still in my (late) college studies. I used it for church for 15 years or more. The cover finally came off, as it was the hard cover. I no longer use it, but still have it.
And it was good to see EYG around last night. Bienvenida, Hermana!
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Heh heh…
This is what I think of every time a dog/cat lover thread gets started:
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That was good, Make It Man. I wonder how many takes it took to get some of those scenes without anyone laughing?
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LOL! Gross!
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Peter L, Gracias!
Somebody once pointed out to me that bonded and imitation leather bibles always fall apart. So far, that’s true over here. Our genuiune leather ones last and last, even better than the hardcover ones.
I have a leather, Giant-print NIV (not favorite translation, though). I like it because it’s lightweight, and readable. Easy on the wrists. Durable. i think it came from Wal-mart, when they were selling thin leather bibles.
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Sorry, but I could have done without that video right after lunch. 😦
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Although my “Jewish” parents were not very religious, we had a Bible around. Which one, I don’t recall, though I would guess KJ. I remember reading most of it at age 10 (though wading through it was thick going — it’s way too long) and concluding, “Either this was written by the entity called ‘God,’ or it was written by human beings. Sure seems to have the fingerprints of human beings all over it.”
One of the many things evangelical Christians like to do is split hairs. I’ve left at least a couple of dozen hairs lying on the table for you to clumsily whack at with your very dull knives.
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I don’t see a comment from Ree in the last day or two, but I was just casually glancing, so I might have missed her. She may be busy with something important (such as sniping at her atheist sisters — must have been a charming Thanksgiving if they all get together). I hope she is OK. I miss her as she is the one most likely to rise to my baiting. Most of the rest of you are too busy talking about not much religion, or ignoring me. I do think, as slow as the “proress” is, that Christianity is slowly dying. Eventually, it may make a big bang, like a huge “old growth” tree in the forest , toppling, and taking out a house and crushing the inhabitants.
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“progress”
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Good Afternoon, Y’all!
My favorite Bible was my Grandfathers. Nice large print KJV.
Steve, eventually, according to scripture, we won’t be here to argue with…if a big, old tree falls in the forest and there are no Christians around to hear it…
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Is Donna still around? I have a story for her.
On Saturday, my daughter and I drove back to Santa Barbara. We stopped at the grocery store, nach, so she could stock up for the next three weeks on my dime. She couldn’t find frozen chicken, so she asked the butcher for help.
Picture this: pretty 20-year-old girl, lonely Saturday night, youngish butcher, old me.
He insists upon walking her back to the freezers, chatting her up. I say something and he says, “hey, where are you from? You have an accent!”
“I don’t think so. I’m from LA.”
“It sounds Croatian.”
I burst out laughing, but then reply, “I grew up with Croatians.”
“Really? Where in LA?”
Of course we’re from the same town. He completely forgot about my beautiful daughter and turned all his attention on me.
He knew exactly where I lived and grew up about ten blocks from Donna . . .
My daughter, who was afraid to go to our local Safeway while home because every time she goes in one of the employees asks her out, also laughed. “I can’t take you anywhere. You ALWAYS find a connection with someone.”
This butcher was missing some teeth, so this time I don’t think she really cared . . .
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My favorite Bible is the one I use daily. It was given to me at Shepherd’s Conference several years ago. It is beautiful calf skin leather with India paper designed to prevent bleed through from high lighters. It has no notes in it. Just cross references. I like that because it forces you to be a good Berean.
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Tychicus, I always appreciate the questions of the day that you propose, with their Biblically-based, Christian living-themed emphases. Thank you.
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6 arrows: You’re welcome. Thank you for your kind word of encouragement.
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Enjoyed your story, Michelle. 🙂
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Tych QoD: Interesting question – most of my Bibles were given to me: the very first one, from an elderly friend, which my youngest sibling shredded; the three from my parents, the first when I was able to read, the second when I was a teenager and wanted a Hebrew-Greek study Bible, the third in Spanish when I took that language; and the one from my grandparents (which was an NIV and I found it hard to read, being used to the KJV). But my most memorable one is probably the first one I bought for myself, the one I have now. I have long wanted a Bible in paragraphs, rather than in two columns, and I finally found one this year. It was published last year by Cambridge University Press, just in time for the KJV’s 400th anniversary: http://www.bibledesignblog.com/2011/08/cambridge-clarion-kjv-in-black-goatskin.html . It was expensive, but I enjoy reading it so much. The paragraphs really bring out the flow of the language and I have found things that I missed in previous readings – like a mention of the prophet Jonah in II Kings 14:25. It is smaller than my study Bible, and thus was easier to pack.
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One of my biggest complaints of the NIV is that it took “behold” out. “Look” and “see” do not account for the seriousness of the word. I looked at this young woman and beheld her beauty and ambiance. And I married her.
It also substitutes “Sovering god” for “LORD God”.
I’m reading the NIV through this year. When I’m reading a familiar passage, such as John 1, or Ps. 23, I automatically translate it into KJV language.
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On rereading, I see that an illustration I used appears to be part of the Bible. It’s an illustration of the importance of the word “behold”.
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Chas, I agree, ‘behold’ is a better word than ‘look’ and ‘see’. It’s richer in meaning, and more beautiful.
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As my sisters live on the East coast (where I grew up) and I’m on the West, I wasn’t able to join them for Thanksgiving. But just so you know, we’re quite close and get along very well, thank you very much. The two who are able to travel come out here to visit me regularly, and I go out there every summer. But so as not to disappoint, I’ll confess that on those rare occasions when the topic gets around to larger worldview issues, even though we all try to tread lightly, it gets a little uncomfortable sometimes. No sniping, though.
And I’m happy to respond to your baiting whenever I can. I’ll try to keep it up.
😉
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Chas,
I also agree. It sounds weird, but “behold” is actually one of my favorite words in the Bible. And it always gives me chills when I hear the word sung in “O Holy Night.”
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NIV also took “verily” out. “I tell you the truth” is substituted. I hate to lose verily, but even so, “truly” would be better.
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QOD: Thirty years ago, I received a One Year Bible as part of a Bible Study. It came at the right time of my life, and helped me begin daily Bible reading. I have been using it or the One Year Chronological Bibles ever since. The One Year Bibles have made great Christmas gifts for young people over the years. Now, at church they all use the Bible on their smart phone.
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And it’s not a good idea to underline on your smart phone . . . 🙂
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Ree, I am glad to hear (and, I don’t doubt), that you and your family, including your sisters, get along fairly well, and at most, tread very lightly on each others toes.
My visit to Maine went pretty well, as the two siblings I don’t care to be around were not present. One has been diagnosed by a psychiatrist as being bi-polar/schizophrenic. Speaking of insecure, his wife (a nice woman who takes care of him) tells me that after his heart attack and he thought he would die, he became a religious believer. He is harmless, but clearly is as crazy as a loon, having long conversations with himself and having been picked up wandering the streets babbling, by police in Missouri where he lives.
One of my sisters at the age of 13 or so told us that she had been born again in Christ. While that probably would not have delighted or charmed the rest of us, but we are all eccentric and could tolerate that,but she clearly has something dreadfully with her. For one thing, she talks endlessly and barely listens to anyone else in a conversation. My amateur diagnsis is that she suffers from a “behavior disorder” such as narcissism. She had a fairly wealthy fellow church member who was using her as a “companion” (rather like a Dickens novel character), but said patron has left or been taken away by her family. Sis is now wheedling money out of the other sister, making promises to repay that she has no intention of fulfilling or thinking she will and deluding herself. My other brother and I shrug our shoulders in despair. Families can really be a mess. Of course, if my wife and I sink to the point where we can no longer care for ourselves, then the mommies will be stuck with us. We will not be gracious and easily tolerable doddering seniors I am pretty sure.
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Good point, Michelle! 🙂
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Verily is beautiful, too! Chas, you’re nudging me towards the KJ again. I love the language. I don’t get the same sense of poetry with the NIV that I did with the KJV.
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More family mess. My brother in Maine has a mother-in-law living with them. She was living alone in condo, but became unable to take care of herself. Brother and his wife (a nurse-midwife) did an “intervention” and removed mother-in-law from her condo and installed her in their home. She has failing health. I don’t remember the name, but it’s a combination of physical and mental degeneration that will not get better. It’s not Alzherimers, but it is as gloomy in its prognosis. She was fairly well-behaved while we visited, but my brother tells me 1) she cannot accept that she will never return to living on her own in her condo and 2) at times she behaves so badly she makes life miserable for everyone in their house.
The condo is for sale. It’s sale would make it easier for everyone as they could afford more help for mother-in-law and more ways to offset the inevitability of her decline. So if you know anyone who is interested in a condo in fairly good condition in Maine (probably near Portland, but I am not sure), let me know.
In the meantime, everyone can pray. As I often observed, that does a lot of good. Perhaps as consolation for people who believe in prayer. I’ve never got it.
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Verily. Behold. I am not going to do my Roger Williams bit today, but surely as people in Elizabethan-Restoration times watched people being burned at the stake and being drawn and quartered, they shouted, “Verily! Behold! God is Great!” Or was that the Muslims? It so hard to keep the religious fanatics and their persecutions straight.
It still mistifies me how Roger came out of that environment and turned out (by my atheistic standards) so “enlightened.” Not that the products of the enlightenment were always that enlightened either. My human beings are a mess. God must be really proud of his handiwork.
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When I was in high school I had paper back “student” Bible for Bible class,we were encouraged to take notes in the margins. It had lots of explanations in the center and at the bottom. I have always wanted to find another like it but never have.
I don’t really remember a first Bible. I started Kindergarten at a Christian school. I did receive a Bible from my parents in 1979. It currently is on my dining room table.
Back soon. I have to go braid BG’s hair
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Michelle @ 3:39- Funny story. Reminds me of going to the store (or anywhere else in either of the two bigger cities near here) with D3. She says I see someone I know every time. And I do about 3/4 of the time.
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Make it Man, my dad could tell you by the sound of a ball bearing how long it would last before you had to replace it. He constantly brought ball bearings of all sizes home–he would put them in his pockets and forget he had them. Some of you may have played with marbles. I played with ball bearings.
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I’m not gonna say it, I’m not gonna say it, I’m not gonna say it….
Phew, that was close!
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Ree, yep, same thought here!
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Ree!!!! 🙂
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I just finished reading The Five Love Languages. Wow, what a book. So much of it resonated with me. It was fun doing the profile and checking my score. I have three languages that are almost equally important, and the other two are tied for last.
Words of Affirmation – 9
Acts of Service – 8
Physical Touch – 7
Quality Time – 3
Receiving Gifts – 3
It was also fun figuring out my husband’s love language. He didn’t read the book or do the Profile for Husbands, but I can tell his primary language is Acts of Service. Most definitely.
I heard of this book long ago. I don’t know why I didn’t read it before now, but I’m glad I did get around to reading it.
Now on to The Five Love Languages of Children… 🙂
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I don’t think I’ve ever had a “favorite” Bible, but I guess the most memorable would be the KJV my father gave me when I was a teenager. I had always gone to church with him growing up, at a very liberal UCC church where the Bible was considered to be the work of human beings, containing truth but not necessarily more so than any other religious book. The church gave RSV Bibles to all 2nd graders, but the one time I tried reading mine, I discovered that – unlike the book of Bible stories I enjoyed so much – the real Bible was very dull reading. (I started in Daniel, but never got as far as the lions’ den.)
As a preteen I decided that if there was a God, He had nothing to do with my life. As a young teenager, I decided I did want to believe in God, but the UCC church gave me no guidance on how. (Intentionally – they wanted us to figure out for ourselves what to believe.) I visited a fundamentalist church with my sister and they told me how and what to believe. So I became a fundamentalist Christian, and came to see my father’s church as apostate and my father as probably an unbeliever.
The fundamentalist church only use KJV and called the RSV the “Reversed” Standard Version. So I was uncomfortable carrying my RSV to church (though not bringing a Bible would have been worse). So my father bought me a KJV Bible. In the front, he wrote Micah 6:8
“He has showed you, O man, what is good;
and what does the Lord require of you
but to do justice, and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?”
I was rather uncomfortable with that verse, because I was sure that if the fundamentalist church people had been writing it, they would have written something more like “He has showed you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to believe that Jesus died for your sins, and to ask Him into your heart, and to tell everyone about Him?” I didn’t know what to make of this verse saying something that focused on behavior rather than belief, and I didn’t like seeing it every time I opened my Bible.
I have no idea where that Bible ended up. When I went off to Bible school, we not only had to use KJV, it had to be a New Scofield Bible, so I switched to using that one instead. Later I switched to the NIV (recommended by a prof at Bible school), and now I use the ESV. But I think much more highly of my father’s choice of Scripture than I did back as a teenager, and I hope that he really was a genuine believer after all. Even if he didn’t have as high a view of the Bible as evangelical Christians and he believed that everyone will go to Heaven (he believed that it will appear as hell to those who don’t love God, but that they will still have opportunities to repent and turn to God after death), he also affirmed salvation by grace through faith in Jesus Christ.
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Well, He did tell us how we would end up. We need Him. He knows that. That is why He died for us. Because we could not do things right without Him as we become more and more selfish.
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Ree (@ 8:39) – 🙂
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Michelle, small world. 😉 One of my co-workers was vacationing in Oregon once, walked into a small cafe in a very small town, and there on the wall a framed copy of “A Real San Pedran,” which ran in our newspaper years ago. Pedrans are everywhere, fanning out from what really IS the center of the world.
I spent the afternoon watching “Skyfall” at an IMAX theater. Bond, James Bond. Quite spectacular. Lots of things got blown up real good. A couple of times the explosions were sudden & loud enough to make me jump in my comfy rocking theater seat.
One of the better lines: “Welcome to Scotland.” But you’ll need to see the film to catch the context.
And Idaho was even mentioned — in connection with guns, of course. 😉
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Go Boise.
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Did I mention that six of our eleven deer tags have been filled? We bought a third freezer.
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Had to make room for the two pigs.
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You guys are such chickens. (Apologizing to my atheist chickens.) I will say it. I am my youngest sister.
Unfortunately, I can’t transport my sister to your church. Believe me, there is a good reason most of the people in her church (or so she told me) are Hispanic and Vietnamese, and speak little English. For all she prates about Jesus, if you had to listen to sis for a month, you would be begging for me, atheism and all.
Good night. Next time, some more Roger Williams. For all he was a true believer, you are about as incapable of comprehending him as a one year old child would be. Oh, well, it’s a slow process, but Christianity is fading from the scene. 100 or 200 years, it will be a footnote in the catalog of human delusions.
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