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Without Friday, There Is No Sunday

It seems that every time I have been alone this week, which hasn’t been often, I have had a lyric fest in my head…lyrics about the cross…I find myself singing in my imagination like Karen Harding, or Karen Peck….or some Karen that sings like Celine….the luring melody of the songs of the church.

“Then a stone moves, the Earth shakes….birds start singing,
the sun shines, the Earth warms…new life it’s bringing; a little boy stops crying, a mother is smiling, for death could not hold their King” rolling over and over in my busy brain.

“There was a cross made for the Son of God at Calvary.
Two pieces of rough timber on a hill.
Through His hands and through His feet,
He took the nails for you and me.
Angels watched as He died for the lost.
Though He could have walked away He chose the cross.”

I can hear the kids singing this in my head…without headphones, or a CD….just simply the recall of the memory, the staggering truth that is depicted here. For everything I claim to be, hope to be, every fiber of this ___ lbs. and 5 feet 2 inches is instantly “alive” when I hear these songs. Tears are automatic. It is honestly borderline embarrassing. Am I the only one? When the reality of my mortality is recognized I cry like a baby. It happens a lot….in restaurants, and the server always thinks that Steve and I are having a fight.

There is much that I could have discourse about that would address the atheistic movement in this country, the lack of attack that atheists have on Muslims, (they don’t want to be blown up and know that Christians will turn the other cheek)……the secularists movement…I could write all night and NOT begin to cover the major points of a bias against us, the Christian…the Christ follower, the believer, and ultimately they battle the cross, always our symbol, always their battle. For this is the week that we are mocked, told that our intelligence is low or we couldn’t believe this fiction, we are scoffed as hillbillies and a low class demographic. That’s okay. Let them say whatever they want to say. I know how this story ends, and I know that the end is near. 200 million people are suffering some sort of persecution world wide for their Christian stand as I write this. 200 million now….in 2014. I am not persecuted…not much anyway. Like most of you, my philosophy is entrenched in the DNA of my blood. I expect the return of Jesus. That is non-negotiable in my belief story line. He is coming, for us….the bride, the righteous. But let’s get back to Thursday, and Friday. I am operating under the assumption that we all know that this may or may not be the exact week of the crucifixion. However, I am operating under the assumption that this isn’t an argument.

This is the week that we are choosing to celebrate our Lord. The man that went to pray….as His sweat became as blood. He knew. He knew you, He knew me….He knew how rotten we are…He knew that we would be selfish, mean, spiteful, materialistic….He knew we would abandon our children, cheat on our wives/husbands, fall to perversion…He knew we would steal and murder…sometimes just for fun. He knew. He knew that we would beat our children, rape them, judge our neighbors, and yes….struggle with boundaries, judgement, and yes even food…and drink…and shopping…and JEALOUSY…and gossip and worshiping many things besides Him. He knew us intimately…..more intimately than our spouse knows us.

“He knew me…yet HE loved me….He whose glory makes the heaven shine…so unworthy…of such mercy….when He was on the cross, I was on His mind.”

He could have left the garden and snuck off to the country side…or the sea…He could have walked away. He could have refused to surrender those hands, the same hands that had created the heavens and earth…remember He told us that He could have called twelve legions of angels. He was not a hostage…he was willing. He could have left us empty and thirsty. He could have walked away….but, He didn’t. He provided us with the plan to live in His fullness, and die in His presence.

Truly, this is more than I can fathom, and I don’t claim to be a scholar. Actually, I make no claims to anything…except the “I know that I know” obvious. I am not positive what God will say to many of the difficult questions: Why do we have horrific heartbreak, why do babies die, why are good people sick and mean people well, why are the wicked prosperous and sometimes good people starve. Why, why, why?? Well I could handily quote a few scriptures right here….about how it “rains on the just and the unjust” and “it’s appointed to man once to die”….and on and on. But that is the small stuff. This trip to the cross is the big thing. That bloody body hanging on that cross provided the answers for our lives here, and there. Period. Done. He is the answer. Sick? Well? Rich? Poor? Eternity doesn’t give “get out of jail free” passes. Eternity knows no color, age, gender, income tax brackets, intelligence level….when the last breath is appointed, you’re finished. You will face the “forever” of your choices. Is he a Savior of all? You bet He is. Does He love all…you can bank on it. If you know Him, you are different…in a “hopeful” kind of way. If you don’t know Him, you’re eternally lost. That’s what the Bible says.

To quote my daughter Kelly, “When I was lying on a stretcher on I-85 and my middle child is being air lifted with massive blood loss, and a blood pressure of 60 over 30, and my husband who has a serious brain bleed and injury, is unrecognizable…and to the human eye, in that moment of carnage the odds look bad for his survival…when I was lying on my back, looking up into that North Carolina sky at two life flight helicopters with my baby and and the love of my life each in those helicopters, I know that something is SO wrong with my back, I don’t realize yet the severity of the break, but I am painfully aware that I can’t walk….the bus is destroyed, the sirens, ambulances and helicopters are deafening….to the ear….that Holy Ghost that has been my song for 20 years, that message of faith that we have spent countless hours talking about..suddenly became the comforter that assured me that “He” had this. If I never saw them living and breathing again….if this day changed my life forever, I would lean on the redemption of the cross….because that is our hope, our only hope.”

While the world is looking for answers, we know the road that leads to eternal life, while the world tells us we are insignificant, we know that we are royalty, while the weakest of us are sustained, the thirstiest are quenched, the wounded are healed, and the dirty are cleaned…..that Friday…that Friday when the earth shook, the darkness hovered….I am sure the hearts of those that loved Him wondered….would light ever return, would the world forever be black? But it wasn’t to be…the darkness turned to light, and then that curtain in the temple…torn, from top to bottom…forever to remind us that ALL of us are candidates, all of us.

When you truly comprehend the change “this” particular Friday brought to humanity, you may cry in a restaurant, or you may cry when you walk in the nursing home and hear that 89 year old, trembling…pushing out a whisper, that used to be a good low baritone, “On a hill, far away….stood an old rugged cross”……you may get those Holy Ghost bumps when you lower that friend into the ground after that long battle with lung cancer…….for the foundation of the Christian faith, this 2,000 year old story that can’t be muted or disputed, became our heritage, our DNA was birthed on that bloody cross, for there my soul found liberty. It was there that ALL hope was born. The cross is the birth place of hope. That dying man is actually just starting his life…when Jesus died, he paved the road for us…the road from here to there….from pain, disease, trauma, burns, abuse, cancer….that final road, that ALL of must walk, he paved it and made it easy….that Friday gave us eternity. Easy, simple, available, eternity. There are no pre-requisites. You don’t have to be “born” into it, or study for it. That Friday cemented John 11:26 “And whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die. Believest thou this?” Yes, he made this my heritage, and my future. He made it the hope of generations that have been, and generations to come. For in fact on that Friday, Jesus changed the world forever. The enemies of the gospel have tried to get rid of the church for 2,000 years, and currently the enemy is raging…..but after that Friday, when the perfect lamb hang between heaven and earth, and was the sinless sacrifice for me, and you, we are here to stay. We will work until HE comes. We won’t die. We will believe, and go to church, and sing our songs, and worship HIM who loved us…we will read, study, and shape our lives for this gospel. We will let it breathe life into our hopeless mornings, speak encouragement to our sick bodies, reprove us when needed, and always guide us through a weary land that becomes less comfortable with “us” every day. We the radically saved, the “laying on of hands” crowd……the “pray for the lost in Wal-Mart” crowd….yea, we do that….but this “church” that tarries for now, will work until HE comes. We will work smarter, harder, and know that eternity is at stake for ALL that miss this message. Yes, that’s what we believe.

 

So as we celebrate Good Friday, let’s remember that our freedom is based on this day. It is like our spiritual 4th of July. Without Friday, there is no Sunday. So don’t despair, don’t despise the blood…don’t deny the truth of the work that was finished….and you non-believers, remember if you’re wrong and I am right…..if there is nothing to this cross story…..if we just die and that’s it. The end. I lose nothing. I lived a good moral life based on the principles of the Bible. However, if you are wrong…..if this story of a man that let them beat him to death, put spikes in him, spear his side…all the while with the ability to stop them…if this story that the atheists call “fairy tale” material is true….if you MUST believe to have eternal life and avoid a hell of torment, if this is true….this gospel that we STAND on and believe with every molecule in us……is true, you my friend….you will be sentenced to a devil’s torment in hell, forever if you reject Jesus. Time is short. He gave His life, no one took it, He redeemed us. WE are free!!! That hole in your soul can only be filled by Him. Let Him love you like only HE can. Let the cross be your new story, and your new glory!!!

Fridays are game changers, truly!!!!! HAPPY FRIDAY!!!

Gospel Music: The REAL Answers

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Today has been a typical “busy” day, pretty much the norm.  My real estate goals are front and center, my family, friends bringing up a close second in the bid for my time…and poor Steve gets to chime in here and there…sometimes he texts me and says, “ANSWER the phone!!” Yes…he uses all caps just like that! The point being that I have a very busy life. I always have. I call myself the poor man’s google (I know Google is free…so I’m not sure why I call it poor man’s, LOL.) In the last 24 hours I have been asked exactly 29 questions (via social media) that related to music, 5 that related to real estate, and a couple that were so random I am not sure what they related to. I make an effort to answer questions that are rational and reasonable. And let me add that I have a lot of social media friends, real friends, that prayed my kids through a bus wreck, my sister through a horrible accident, lifted me up to God while I was having open heart surgery….and so many other things that it would take a week to list them! I LOVE you all!!! I AM convinced that social media is our new instrument for ministry and commerce (duh…that’s almost a lame statement…it’s actually a no-brainer!)…I have said all of that to say this. I am NOT in the music business anymore, even though I answer questions all day long, my phone rings incessantly for Crabb/Bowling tracks, sheet music, etc..:)  I don’t sell sound tracks. I don’t record songs. Don’t waste your pitches on me. Send them, to the kids:) But I just said I had 29 questions that related to music….and I have been gone for almost 7 years I think….so you ask: Kathy, what are you saying??? 🙂 Here it is. Since many want my thoughts, here they are. Free. No charge, no offering taken:)

WE assume the artists (soloist, groups, whatever the case may be) is a sold out Christian. Everything I am writing is with that assumption. Let’s get that straight first. This view point pertains to folks that walk their Christianity as well as talk it. These are questions that I have been asked over the years. If you are in a music ministry, hang on. This will get good. These are honest, nothing held back answers. Here goes.

Question: How did you get started?

We got started by working 300 dates a year. We worked for anything/everything and didn’t pretend to be stars when we didn’t have enough popularity to draw flies, much less a crowd. We worked radio like maniacs and we promoted a dozen songs to #1 in a short time. We had great songs, talent (and I disqualify myself from this, because I am a terrible singer, mediocre pianist) and an amazing work ethic. We sacrificed everything. I quit a great job, the kids gave up their youth, and we sold out. Period. We paid our bills, bought advertising instead of clothes, bought equipment instead of playing golf, promoted an annual event instead of going to Hawaii. And friends, this is a very abbreviated answer. Did we know that God said go? Yes. There was a divine moment….that “lightbulb” moment (I know that’s not a very spiritual expressions..ha) when I knew we could take the risk. I knew God was floating this boat. Anything short of a divine word from God? Forget it. You won’t make it. It’s too hard.

 

Question: I have a song that God gave me and I want to you to record it. Will you? I am a new songwriter and I had a dream that you all would record this song, will you?

Probably not. The Crabb Family recorded songs written by Gerald, and occasionally Aaron. We once recorded a Chris White song, but he didn’t pitch it. We knew it, liked it, asked to record it. We also cut a McGruder song, but once again he didn’t pitch it. However groups that are not known for writing their own songs would most likely listen and if they love it, you have a shot. Email or mail the demo to the artist. Make the best demo you can make. Use that little thing called “google” to find the artist’s address. You can do this. DO NOT knock on the bus and ask to come in and sing the song for them unless you know these folks well enough to have their cell number. If you are at a concert, they are changing clothes, making the dreaded set list, spanking their kids…checking their Facebook…you know all that important stuff:) Treat that “pre show” time like the 2 hours before you leave to go to work…..you know that busiest time of your day when you’re readying your household for the beginning of your day. Hmmmmm…..are you starting to understand? They love your baked goods, and more importantly they LOVE you, but they are working. Now…do they want to see friends? Of course they do. But they don’t want a songwriter that they have never met dragging a guitar, a notebook, and Aunt Velma up on that bus to sing their new song “God Is Nice” to them. Folks, it ain’t the time. 🙂 Remember the rule. If you don’t know their cell number or have never been to a restaurant with them, don’t knock on the bus door. If you truly are talented and make great demos…someone will  notice. This town is full of gifted writers that write all day long as their occupation. The key is to have common sense. That is helpful in getting the first open door.

 

Why did _______ quit? I miss _______? You all sounded better with them than you do now.

 

Are you kidding me?? We probably didn’t hire ____ thinking they were going to quit. How upset do you think that group is that ______quit, or worse yet had to be fired??If they got fired, believe me there was probably a great reason for it. TRUST these group owners/managers to know how to deal with moral failure. YES, it has to be dealt with. Do you honestly think that anyone is going to say, “Yes, that low life so and so had an affair” or “That spiritual Susie was not a sold out Christian…we got tired of dragging her out of a bar on Monday night!” The Christian thing to do is deal with the sin, adjust the business situation, and embarrass the gospel message as little as possible. Think how awful it is that this group owner is dealing with re-packaging all of that product, auditioning new people (it is so difficult to find and hire that right person) and recalibrating the storm of rumors that surround a personnel change. Lord people….I know plenty about this subject!!! When the Crabb Family quit, no one would believe that ALL was well, that there was not a BIG explosion between the kids. But guess what? There wasn’t. And guess what else? The road can kill you. Sometimes people want to go home. That’s it. Sometimes they need a “time out” because they have a bad marriage, or want to work in a church and see if that fulfills their calling. BUT WHATEVER the reason is, it’s truly none of our business unless we are paying their salary. NONE of our business!!! If we are supportive of THAT ministry…here’s what we do.

1) Support them financially, because personnel changes costs lots of money!!

2) Pray for the group that’s left behind to carry on, and pray for the departed. ALL of them need it.

3) Don’t, I repeat DON’T ask nosey rosey questions. Nobody wins and it makes you look bad.

4) Don’t tell them you liked them better with the former member. Do you want someone to tell you that your husband/wife had a hotter date before you came along? Seriously…this is how this feels. Give it a minute before you judge the outcome of the new member. Geez!!! 🙂

 

How do you believe? What is your doctrine?

We believe Jesus is the way, the truth, and the life. He has risen, the tomb is empty.

Doctrine? Jesus

Details? Bible

 

Can you tell me how to have a hit song?

 

Start by recording good songs. That’s not as easy as it sounds. Do the best record you can afford…THE best. Step two. Get it to radio. Make sure they pay attention. Market your music, yourself, your life, your world…. to them. Learn that “less is more”, and also learn to “go big or go home!” Ultimately these two phrases are the rules to live by when you are trying to “break” an artist. You must look successful (go big or go home) and make it look effortless (less is more) all…..at the same time. Oxymoron?:) Another small tidbit, it helps if you have talent. Truly, I have seen it happen without:) But I always say that talent is the small bonus, and the anointing is the BIG bonus.

Triple threat: Talent, great song, ANOINTIING! This my friend will work….unless you are lazy. If you are lazy. Stop reading now.

 

Can I get a cell number for _______?

No. I will give you their email address.

I heard you “had problems”? I’ve been praying for you.

Thanks for prayers, believe me I need them. I, like everyone have had my share of heart break. But make no mistake…there has not been a day in the last twenty something years that I have taken my eye off the ball. The day I left a secular job to devote myself to a ministry was the day the enemy declared war on my comings and goings, on my minutes, hours, and days….I know the devil hates me….I have been aware of that for a very long time. But, I am determined to run this race. Thanks for supporting me all of these years and covering me in prayer. If I don’t see you again on this earth, I will see your beautiful face over there. Thanks for being a friend.

 

How are Mike and Kelly doing?

They are doing great. They are walking, talking miracles…and people love seeing what God can do. They love hearing that it ain’t over until God says it’s over. Their best days are in front of them.

 

Are you the “real mother” of the Crabb kids?

They have been in my life for 23 years or so…I traveled every mile for the first ten years, spent 24/7 on the building and branding of the family business until they went their separate ways. We are still a family. We’re weird like that:) I spent my time, love, and energy on ALL of them. I don’t use the word “step” as a reference to a child unless forced to clarify and avoid being depicted as a liar. I love them all, and they love me. The end.

 

I bet Krystal can sing, can’t she?

 

Krystal is a very smart, beautiful, and talented girl. However, singing is not one of her talents. Sorry Krystal:) Another thing that I don’t do is encourage people in an area that they are destined to fail. Krystal is not going to sing and Kelly is not going to be a math teacher. 🙂

 

I want to start a ministry and buy a bus. Can you meet with me and give me some tips?

 

Aw Lawd have mercy!!!!! So you are saying you want to worry about making payroll, insurance, fuel, an occasional blow out, transmission replacement, ginormous bus payment, advertising, etc.. You want to miss weddings, birthdays, ballgames, school plays…possibly the birth of a child (maybe your own child) to get on a bus and sing? And remember, this is a bus you probably can’t afford, but can’t stand the bodily punishment of riding thousands of miles every week in a car…a bus that breaks down as regularly as a you cheat on your diet…a bus that is rolling all night long down an interstate with a semi 18 inches from your fluffy pillow…..a bus that has to have a CDL licensed driver that won’t drive for free (typically) and probably won’t drive cheap (why should he) and can’t DRIVE SLEEPY!! (Remind me to tell you the story about the driver I sent home from Tulsa on a Greyhound:) ) You want to take home on average less than your hired employees? Yep….this happens often. You want to put a second mortgage on your house to buy a bus….borrow from Uncle Jasper (the rich alzheimers uncle) every time you don’t make your budget, which may be 3 out of 4 weekends…depending on how much “love” is in those offerings. Because after all, you don’t have a booking agent yet. But if you could just get a booking agent, and a record company it would ALL happen. Yea boy….the good life would happen. I mean you could make Vestal and Howard proud, cause after all…EVERYONE says you are the new Goodmans. Right? Uhhhhh….wrong. It is the single hardest thing you will ever do to make this a profitable business. And we aren’t “in it” for the money….right??? Well try being “in it” if you bounce your payroll checks, don’t pay your bus payment, and do a “drive off” every time you fuel up. That Pilot will call the police, those bounced checks will get turned over to the authorities, and your bus will be repossessed. You won’t be “in” anything but the county jail. Seriously. We all MUST have money. Being broke and demonizing people who have abusiness plan will not make you more spiritual. Whoa……I am stepping all over toes. 🙂 It’s the truth anyway. It you don’t have a plan you will fail. Now if you are still reading and care enough to know, there is more to understand. Plans change…..sometimes daily. Plans must be fresh and a career is always a “moving target!!” So let’s summarize. Here is the criteria to quit your day job and buy a bus:

1) A divine order from God almighty

2) Talent

3) Amazing work ethic

4) Money to lose

 

If you are still interested, I will meet with you:) If God is truly in it, HE will provide. Where His hand leads, His provision follows. PERIOD! I will write more about this another time. I have MUCH to say.

 

I want to finish with this final question.

How does it feel to see what your family has done and know that God had a plan?

 

Words are lame sometimes. This is one of those times. I have been blessed to see them sing overlooking the city of Jerusalem, I witnessed them look into the eyes of 100,000 Muslims in Morocco and sing “I’d Rather Have Jesus”…….I cried as I watched Jason sing at the Billy Graham crusade in NYC in 2005….I’ve watched them win Dove awards countless times, perform on famous stages in front of famous people. But, I have also been there when Kelly loaded a 7 day old baby girl on a bus and put her in a bunk. She’s 14 and is still in a bunk. I’ve seen them cry tears of disappointment, and unload equipment in a thunderstorm. I have seen them so tired that they couldn’t concentrate. I am sure there are many days they wonder what life would have been without the music. For you see, these 5 kids that sing have never worked outside ministry…ever. They have paid EVERY house payment, car payment, electric bill…bought food clothes, tuition…and well, you understand my point. God has provided. They all won…in many ways. God has put ALL of them in places that only HE could place them. There is no doubt that it was HIS plan. I thank Him daily for a front row seat. And God, from His throne in Heaven looks down, sees the effort, the souls, the encouragement, the lost sleep, the human sacrifice that these kids signed up for many years ago. This “thing” we call ministry, this gypsy like existence that has very little glamour, this roller coaster financial gamble that no financial planner would sanction….this challenging life that we call gospel music that is little known in many states, but the rage in the buckle of the Bible belt….is truly like salve on the wounds of the wounded. This music convicts, reproves, and encourages.  These straight forward lyrics about the blood, the cross, redemption….are like pressing the “on” button for worship. Truly, this is the best music in the world. And, I am not ONE bit prejudiced:) Always know that this mature (old) woman loves ALL of you and appreciates every ticket you have ever purchased, every dollar you have spent at the product tables, every prayer you have prayed, and every hug you have given…for we ALL thank you and know that you  have been the game changer in a long and beautiful life. For without someone to sing to, these dreams wouldn’t have come true. Jesus gave us a reason to sing, you gave us a place to sing. Thank you!

 

AND there you have it…..stay tuned for part 2!! And now…back to selling real estate!!!! 🙂

 

Disclaimer: I have countless friends and family that sing and are household names in this business. My opinions are mine, and only mine:) However, I think some of what I have written will bring a smile. These road warriors are truly heroes, soldiers of the cross. To every Lily Isaacs, Scotty Inman, Karen Peck, Jeff Easter…. that’s riding a bus and sacrificing to keep this wonderful music alive, keep doing what you do. To all of the folks that work 40 and sing all weekend, your sacrifice is mind boggling. You will have many stars in your crown. AKA (blingy crown) :)What you do matters. You are making a difference, one song, one story at a time. I love all of you.

The World IS Watching

Did I Just SAY that???

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I have learned since writing this blog that Bob Coy actually pastored 20,000 people, the 14th largest church in the country,  and had a staff of nearly 1,000 per this blogger. http://michaelnewnham.com/?p=17102

Well it’s Monday:
A wife in Florida is devastated this morning. A pastor of 7,000 resigned yesterday due to moral failure. The church says,”Don’t talk about it!” Well let me say this: CNN is talking about it, the man on the bar stool in Miami is talking about it, so this elephant in the room is in our face. The days of sweeping moral failure under the rug are long gone. Granted there are crisis managers that can help, in the old days they could bury info….but in these times of phones, cameras, video cameras, surveillance devices in every room and hallway, we the church need to sanitize and pray those “secrets” into the pits of hell. We need…

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The World IS Watching

 

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I have learned since writing this blog that Bob Coy actually pastored 20,000 people, the 14th largest church in the country,  and had a staff of nearly 1,000 per this blogger. http://michaelnewnham.com/?p=17102

 

Well it’s Monday:
A wife in Florida is devastated this morning. A pastor of 7,000 resigned yesterday due to moral failure. The church says,”Don’t talk about it!” Well let me say this: CNN is talking about it, the man on the bar stool in Miami is talking about it, so this elephant in the room is in our face. The days of sweeping moral failure under the rug are long gone. Granted there are crisis managers that can help, in the old days they could bury info….but in these times of phones, cameras, video cameras, surveillance devices in every room and hallway, we the church need to sanitize and pray those “secrets” into the pits of hell. We need to relearn the word sanctification. ALL of us. Was it ego that he couldn’t handle? Was it a bad marriage? I don’t know. I know what it wasn’t. It wasn’t a man walking after God. It wasn’t a man that feared God. The beginning of wisdom is to fear God so the Bible says. This wasn’t that…wisdom. It was wreckless, irresponsible behavior, pure and simple. Not only is it sin, it’s downright stupid to think no one is watching.

This battle with the secularists is greatly hindered by headlines like this morning’s news. End times? Yes. Is the devil working over time? Yes. But that seems pretty lame for a man that has led tens of thousands to the Lord. “The devil made me do it” seems a tad bit comical for such a sad thing. How many will lose their fellowship with Christians, or possibly walk away from their life long commitment to their faith. These situations are fodder for the liberal media. And additionally, remember, this isn’t God’s fault. God didn’t do it. The word is still the word, and it’s still true. If there is any saving grace to this situation it’s this. At least he resigned. At least he came clean. Without repentance and confession there can’t be a true restoration. Maybe on this April Monday morning, this man who has planted, watered, loved, cried, spent his money and time to share Jesus,this intelligent, ambitious man who has helped thousands of foster care children….will start that long road that must be traveled to regain what can be hoped for. Will it ever be the same? No. But his soul is the concern, not his “brand.” His brand is forever tarnished. He can be forgiven in a millisecond…no problem. The problem is the black eye that will be a trophy to the atheists and secularists in this town. The erosion of confidence in our pulpits. That is what makes my heart cry.

Solution: Live right. If you are struggling, sit down. Take a break. We must remember that God sees our actions and our hearts. The world ONLY sees our actions. And sadly, most won’t remember much about the good deeds of the fallen….only that photo that ran over and over on the cable news outlets. I know most of you think I am harsh. Past failures are a testimony, they really are….the ex-drug addict that is clean and leading worship, the pastor that was in prison, found Jesus and now pastors a mega-church….but, a worship leader that’s “dealing” drugs and pretending to be clean? NO. A pastor that still murders? No. These scenarios are testimonies as long as they are stories about the past, not present. It’s not rocket science. These amazing stories build up our faith and show the lost what God can do…. as long as we are honest and don’t live in the hypocrisy. But if the failure is current, ongoing, and you are in ministry…..STOP. Don’t embarrass those that love you, don’t break God’s heart, and fix it before the PAIN of EXPOSURE is yours. Everyone is famous somewhere. You have no idea how famous a minister is until he falls. He becomes famous overnight!!!
If you are calling yourself a child of God, make HIM proud. And furthermore don’t start this “sin is sin” mess with me. Yes, sin is sin. But, a speeding ticket is NOT a moral sin unto God and your wife. An affair is. I rarely see a jail sentence for eating donuts. But I see them a lot for rape and murder. Have some common sense. All sin is wrong, but I’ve never seen a person miserable and unforgiving of their own sin when it was cheating on a test. A quick “God I am sorry”….zero from the teacher, a day of humiliation, and life moves on. However, I have seen suicidal actions from those that had embarrassed their family and those around them with reprehensible moral conduct. God is patient, but He wants honesty. God is love, but He wants sincerity. God is good, but hell is real.

Hey, I have made serious “lack of judgement” decisions in my life….everyone does when they’re young and misguided, or selfish, or whatever the case may be. If you work in a factory it’s not a headline to cheat on your spouse. If you pastor 7,000 people it is. When you place yourself in the seat of a spiritual leader, when God has TRUSTED you, when you weekly proclaim to thousands that you “have a word from God” you must wear your big boy underwear, say no to a little bit of that flesh and look the devil in the eye and say “No big boy”….”Greater is HE that’s in me”……is this difficult to understand? I suppose it is. I suppose most of you think this is too straightforward. But I firmly believe that when we tell ourselves the truth and those around us, we start the journey toward revival.

Let’s be accountable. Stop using the grace card. Grace is our most precious gift…it’s not a stomping ground. I am a sinner, saved by grace. So are you.
But Lord help us to ALL realize that God doesn’t play games. He knows the truth.
Dear Lord: I want to start with the broom in my own house. Let me make you proud not ashamed. For YOU have been so good to me!! I want to repay you with truth, and worship, and obedience. For I learned MANY years ago that obedience IS better than sacrifice.
Matthew 7:21-23 “Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but the one who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and cast out demons in your name, and do many mighty works in your name?’ And then will I declare to them, ‘I never knew you; depart from me, you workers of lawlessness.’

Pray Anyway

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On this March day, I want to ask all of you that need something from God to STOP where you are, and let’s chat. I want to lead an experiment, can I do that? If at all possible go to a quiet place. Turn the noise off…stuff socks in mouths, whatever is necessary. Leave the room. Now, let’s spend a couple of minutes thanking God for keeping us…..let’s start this day off right!!!!

Lord, I thank you for Your hand on my life for these 58 years. The touch that I first felt as a child….the anointing that I knew was there when I was too young to know the word. Lord through the close calls…when the devil meant to sift me as wheat, the times when a physical attack was imminent…the 43 stitches in my throat when I was 17…Lord how You stopped the blade from penetrating the jugular vein, a centimeter shy of penetration…the attacker that ran rather than finishing me off….and Lord the times when we first left Grace Chapel to go into the music…how You provided, how You opened doors that no man could shut…..I could go on and on….and on and on…..that open heart surgery that You took me through like it was nothing…only You could have done that. Doctors can do much, but Lord you are the difference maker!!! But on this day Lord, I want to tell You how much I love You. How thankful I am for my family, how blessed I am to be loved by You…how much I appreciate grace, and favor, and beauty, and love, and humor…and all aspects of the human spirit…and this thing called life that You have so abundantly given us. I thank You for my 14 grand babies…and I thank You for my entire family, I thank You for my friends…for all blessings. For Lord, we are a blessed people! How awesome it is to know that You knew us before we were! You knew us, You called us, You loved us….and that is a bit hard to wrap my brain around, but it is a fact!! Now Lord….I pray for healing for my brothers and sisters…mind, body and spirit. I pray for jobs, bonuses, favor and wisdom for those that need a financial miracle. Lord I am asking BECAUSE YOU told us to ask. I pray for safe travels to the traveler, peace to the troubled, love to the broken…and above all, truth to all. Let us know the truth about You and your plan for our lives. Let us STOP playing games, be honest with ourselves..and maybe a few other people too. Let the hypocrisy end within the walls of the church. Let us be a witness to the world. Let us forgive others, even when they don’t ask, and let us march toward a blood stained cross…..daily. Let us have a back bone when it comes to morals, defend the rights given by God and our country, let us be a people that doesn’t take the low road, but the high road. Let us not buckle to resistance but stand up to the enemy…and redeem our youth with Holiness teaching, not Hollywood garbage!! Lord we know that compromise is not applicable to the WORD of GOD…and we know that in the end the truth is all we have. The Word is our truth. And Lord let us, the church…learn to pray for healing. Let us remember that BY YOUR STRIPES. Lord help me to be bold and not weak when I ask!! For without asking, we WILL NOT receive. Lord let me be so prayed up that I can ask YOU for the impossible and rightfully expect!!

Lord forgive me for the stupid things I say, forgive me for being so busy that you struggle to get my attention to tell me what YOUR will is for a situation. I trust You more than I knew I could trust anyone, and I love YOU with everything I have. I am an imperfect, chubby, hyper active, middle aged, child…but yes, I AM still Your child. And I am thankful to be able to talk to my King, my Father, my best friend!!

And finally, Lord I pray for that one that has used me, thrown me away, and tried to destroy me! Lord, this is YOUR battle not mine. You said You would set a table for me in the presence of mine enemies. Well Lord, I am ASKING you to silence them also. Lord those that hate for no reason, want to destroy without cause, I pray the mighty BIG HAND of God hold the enemy back, and I rebuke that demonic spirit of jealousy and hate toward me, and all believers…brothers and sisters that bind with me daily to pray for the sick, lift up the broken. Lord I am asking for a season of rest!! You are able!

Lord, You know my heart and my intent! Help me to always show love with actions not “cheap” words. For the world doesn’t respond to our rhetoric, but they respond to action, a helping hand, a hot meal, an ear to listen, a mentor to guide them….let us be the feet and hands, not the annoying noise to them.

And Lord, I ask You to bless my family. These kids that proclaim the Gospel night after night, Lord anoint them with boldness and a NEW desire to see the lost brought to light. Lord grant wisdom for these “new” seasons and blessings in their faith walk, for I know that YOU own the cattle on a thousand hills, and I know that You are a provisional God!! YES I DO! I have seen YOU work miracles many, many times, and I am looking forward to seeing, up close and personal, many more!! Lord protect my babies in their travels and their health!! Direct their paths, choices, and order their every step. I pray for a FRESH anointing on their ministries, individually, and corporately!! Lord I pray for the spouses as they sacrifice and often spend time without their husband/wife, keep the home fires burning, and walk in ministry along side their wife/husband. Lord I pray all 6 of my children and their families never forget that God has provided EVERY need they have brought before You. You have been faithful in finances, health, even a miracle thrown in here and there. Lord I thank You for Your protection over Eva when she fell out of that  second story window, and Lord I AM aware that by man’s account she should have been dead, but You stepped in and said NO, not this time!! Lord thank You for the BIG HAND of protection that came down and prevented Kelly, Mike, Terah, and kids from being in the funeral home the day after they hit that big old semi in the bus…for that was truly a miracle…..LORD I PRAISE You for the healing that slowly came for Kelly’s broken back, and Lord I praise you that Katelanne’s scar is minimal to that pretty heart shaped face, and thank You for giving Mike his life back after that horrible brain injury!! Lord I thank You for 14 safe deliveries of these grandchildren, for momma and baby!!

Lord I thank You for providing Krystal with a job when the Crabb Family quit and she had to “start over” in a new employment world. Lord I thank You for allowing me to have the health and ability to “start over” at 50. And Lord I thank You for Steve…..for when I felt I would never be loved again by a man,when I felt rejected and unworthy, You sent him. When I felt I could never be happy again, his gentle kind spirit nursed me back to trust and happiness!! And Lord, could You give him an extra blessings for being so good to my family!! You know he deserves it!! And Lord I thank You for a home that is filled with peace and contentment. I thank You for a beautiful life after the fact. When the devil told me I wasn’t good enough to succeed, You lifted me up, dusted me off, and placed favor on my life, once again. Lord I thank You for the Crabb Family story, the favor you poured on our faith, the blessing You paved the road with, the souls that You allow those kids to see delivered daily. Lord I thank You for allowing me to have a front row seat from day one, to have the stories to tell and videos to watch!

Lord I thank You for all of my family, all of them, my children that I birthed, and my children that I chose…..I pray for their safety and choices. I thank You for the Hannahs and ask You to bless them, for they have been so good to me!! And Lord, all of my friends and family scattered here and there, back in KY, and all over the country for that matter, blood family, love family, friends and prayer partners, I pray that YOU bless them this day. Wrap them and love them like only You can do.

And Lord I pray for my grand babies. From the oldest to the youngest. Lord YOU know every need they have. You know Edie’s heart, mind and soul…and how You love her. I rebuke the enemy of her soul!!! I speak life to her in Jesus name! She is beautiful, talented, and Lord we gave her to You as a baby. SHE is Your property. Lord I pray over Hope and Cameron, as they enter their teen years I pray protection over their gifts, for You have mighty work for them to do!! For these two are called and purposed. Ashleigh, Hannah, and Katelanne….as these 5th graders all approach this tween age, I pray they begin to desire to know You in a personal way, that they begin to feel Your touch like never before, I pray their little hearts stay innocent and hungry for You, for Lord, they too are Yours. Their gifts are Yours. They are the seed of the righteous!! We are borrowing them, but their gifts are Yours!! And Lord Logan and Eli, You and I both know how special these “twin cousins” are and that their place in our family is a “special” place. Being the first grandsons, and knowing God had a special plan, starting with the day they were born, making sure they both came early, and on the same day! The legacy of ministry rests on them, that is clear to see! God, YOU will use them, I am sure of that!! And Emma, Gracie, Eva, and Sophie….these four little girls are truly one of my greatest delights, and God how I pray a protective blessing over them. There is enough spunk and tenacity between them to run the country….God, how YOU can use this formula!! How awesome would it be if ALL Christians spunkily stood up for their faith? Well these girls will not disappoint YOU!! They could collectively evangelize the world. Lord help us to keep them grounded and in YOU! And Charlee, Lord I pray the world will be at his feet, but that You will always be his heart. Lord I pray protection over his gifts, for he is the called and chosen, and Lord he’s yours. Keep him in the palm of Your big hand. And then there’s baby Ean. And Lord when we were surprised with the news that Amanda would have another child, I knew in my heart that this was Your plan, and that this baby would be special, and would have a work that no one else would or could do. I anxiously await and want to live long enough to see what YOU have for this child.

Lord as I close this prayer that I have typed and cried while doing so, I ask that You let these words on a computer screen be a reminder to many to just give it up and stop the worrying….and just pray.

 

 

Folks: Pray anyway…when you’re broken inside….you don’t know how to fix that person, that financial mountain….that disease that is wrecking your body. Pray!! For truly it is the most powerful weapon we have. We wrestle not against flesh and blood…….spiritual battles must mean spiritual warfare.

 

As I close I want to thank you for having this time of prayer with me. Let’s walk in Him today. And truly, always know…always…that there is a 58 year old granny in TN that loves you and will pray with you anytime.

 

Have a great Thursday!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Norman

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Monday started out like most Mondays for me. Crazy. I was over committed and was a bit frazzled by 10 AM. I had a closing in Central City, KY that was suppose to happen at 2 PM, and with a flurry of delays, a cell phone, and a prayer, Steve and I headed north on 65 to Kentucky. We do this from time to time since we still have friends there and we do business there as well. Anyway, we settle into the trip and I multi-task for the 2 hour drive as most people do when they have the luxury of a chauffeur that happens to be my real estate partner, and my husband. Riding with Steve will improve your prayer life, guaranteed!! I am the typical nervous nelly wife….constantly wondering how in the WORLD this man drove before he met me. I mean, I am serious?? Well on with my Monday. We arrive 15 minutes late, my normal “Kathy” schedule….we are ushered into the conference room to meet the closer. I glance at my phone. It is 2:30. I start reviewing documents. I am rattled. I think it’s because I am running late. I ask Steve to review the documents…saying that I have a headache. I hand them to him. Within a minute or two I start to feel the phone vibrate on the table. My ringer is turned off.

It doesn’t stop. It was turned over and I couldn’t see who was texting, but the sudden “blow up” made me turn it over to check. Mommas panic, especially mommas that have faced “that call” before. As I turned it over I saw Crystal’s B.’s number. Crystal doesn’t call during work hours unless it’s important. In panic I hand the phone to Steve and ask him to answer. I can hear her crying on the other end….so I grab the phone. The voice says simply, “Norman’s gone.” I think I have misunderstood her. I say, “Gone?” as if to say….gone to Florida, or the store….or anywhere that is safe….the sobbing was uncontrollable and I knew that “gone” was not going to mean anything else. And in that moment, standing in a bank in Kentucky, staring at a teller waiting on an unnamed customer that I can still see in my mind’s eye, my friend Norman became perfect. The tears wouldn’t wait, the memories refused to wait their turn,those memories were destined to take precedence over a real estate transaction. A thousand memories of days spent with my lanky, larger than life friend flooded over me. For if you were blessed enough to be Norman’s friend, you can bet your bottom dollar that you had made memories, lots of them. For he knew the importance of a Disney trip, a Diane Wilkinson song, a good meal, and a good story. He liked to laugh as much as he liked to cry. He knew that to be a friend was his calling here in this world, and he answered that call many years ago. Norman could teach many lessons, and my favorite was “No one wins if everyone doesn’t win!” He was the poster child for the term “team player”…….a rarity in this town. He truly loved “his” artists….but guess what? ALL of you that sang about Jesus were “his” artists. I think I am sounding a bit cheesy, but those who know me understand. This is simply the truth. Simply put: Norman was married to a song, a lyric, a melody, an idea that this music truly may change the direction of a young lady who had considered throwing in the towel on her life, or that dad that had humiliated himself and lost everything and his only friend was now shame, that’s the guy that Norman could envision hearing these great songs that he would listen to and promote to  the world!!

Norman loved this music. If I ever met a person that loved the music more than I did, it was Norman Holland. We would chat about styles and preferences and ALWAYS agree that God was in the ballads that my kids had sung:) I know that I was a bit prejudiced concerning the kids, but so was Norman. Norman helped take a bunch of hillbilly kids from Kentucky and he helped hone them into the professionals that they ALL are today. His impact will be felt for generations to come!!! He loved this music that someone so strangely named Southern Gospel (that sounds regional to me) more than he loved mashed potatoes or oreo pie. And trust me, that is saying a lot. I took several trips with Norman the year I went through my divorce. WE would invite 6 or 7 friends, take off to Florida, always with a couple of my grandchildren in tow. We had the BEST time on those trips. We made larger than life memories!! Time passed, my heart healed, I met a man, and Norman became my biggest cheerleader when it came to “start over” for me. He knew I had been hurt enough, and he wanted to see me happy again. He was ok with losing me from his harem………He had all his other girls. Crystal, Celeste, LuLu, Karen, Heather,Tana….and the list goes on, and I am making him sound like a “get around” man, and he would be laughing right now!!

If I had to describe Norman in one sentence it would be something like this: Norman Holland knew how to love.He loved God, oh how he loved God, and the word, and the old fashioned ideas, songs, and traditions of his childhood. He loved people. The pretty ones, the not so pretty ones, the talented ones, the struggling ones, the not so talented ones, he just loved humanity. HE would find something nice to say, always!! Needless to say, because of this ability to always speak something positive, he should be our role model! For that was Jesus in him. His gift to us was that hug, a sincere question about you, he always wanted to know about “you” and your life. He rarely talked about himself. His gift was that hug, that conversation, and usually a nice meal that highlighted his love for fellowship. Norman loved a song and cake. In that order.

I have lost much. Norman filled a spot in my life that no one else can fill. There aren’t anymore Normans. I suppose the music will live on, and the events will happen, the records will be made, the songs will be written. But I am here to declare this to all of you. Everything that transpires in SG Music will have the handprint of Norman all over it. He is the reason many artists had success, he was the key man to put together so, so many special events. HE LOVED IT!! The music of  Southern Gospel is a sweeter place because of his talent to make a business feel like a family.

We were his family. Period! We have lost a favorite son.

I will miss my Norman. I don’t know anyone on the planet that was as much fun to be with. He was the bomb! Our lives are truly changed forever. An era is over. I am sure there is a young competent person that will attempt to be the “Norman”of 2014. Well good luck with that. I suppose it’s possible, kind of like winning the power ball is possible. Sometimes God only made one. I suppose when he made Norman he threw away the mold. How many tall, lanky, men, with an Alabama drawl, a passion for God’s music, and the ability to make an amazing mac and cheese, do you know? Yep, they threw the mold away.

Last but not least. The kindness that he showed my family back in 2002 when we did our first Daywid recording was what I would draw from in later years when I needed a friend….a friend that would get mad at those that hurt me, cry with me, and eat ice cream with me at midnight!! Norman, I am a bit angry that you left me. We had Disney PLANS!!!

Norman you were an original, and there will never be another like you. I promise to always salute Mickey Mouse and linger just an extra minute in front of the castle, and whisper your name……….I also promise to sing “Sheltered In The Arms Of God” instead of a contemporary selection, as you would have wanted it!!

When I grow up, I want to be like Norman, for he was loved by many, and hated by none. It sounds like he’s close enough to perfect for me.

Go rest high Norman!!! For your work on earth is done. You have taught us to love and encourage each other. You have done what no one else could have done. I love you Norman!!

Norman

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Monday started out like most Mondays for me. Crazy. I was over committed and was a bit frazzled by 10 AM. I had a closing in Central City, KY that was suppose to happen at 2 PM, and with a flurry of delays, a cell phone, and a prayer, Steve and I headed north on 65 to Kentucky. We do this from time to time since we still have friends there and we do business there as well. Anyway, we settle into the trip and I multi-task for the 2 hour drive as most people do when they have the luxury of a chauffeur that happens to be my real estate partner, and my husband. Riding with Steve will improve your prayer life, guaranteed!! I am the typical nervous nelly wife….constantly wondering how in the WORLD this man drove before he met me. I mean, I am serious?? Well on with my Monday. We arrive 15 minutes late, my normal “Kathy” schedule….we are ushered into the conference room to meet the closer. I glance at my phone. It is 2:30. I start reviewing documents. I am rattled. I think it’s because I am running late. I ask Steve to review the documents…saying that I have a headache. I hand them to him. Within a minute or two I start to feel the phone vibrate on the table. My ringer is turned off. It doesn’t stop. It was turned over and I couldn’t see who was texting, but the sudden “blow up” made me turn it over to check. Mommas panic, especially mommas that have faced “that call” before. As I turned it over I saw Crystal’s B.’s number. Crystal doesn’t call during work hours unless it’s important. In panic I hand the phone to Steve and ask him to answer. I can her hear crying on the other end….so I grab the phone. The voice says simply, “Norman’s gone.” I think I have misunderstood her. I say, “Gone?” as if to say….gone to Florida, or the store….or anywhere that is safe….the sobbing was uncontrollable and I knew that “gone” was not going to mean anything else. And in that moment, standing in a bank in Kentucky, staring at a teller waiting on an unnamed customer that I can still see in my mind’s eye, my friend Norman became perfect. The tears wouldn’t wait, the memories refused to wait their turn,those memories were destined to take precedence over a real estate transaction.

A thousand memories of days spent with my lanky, larger than life friend flooded over me. For if you were blessed enough to be Norman’s friend, you can bet your bottom dollar that you had made memories, lots of them. For he knew the importance of a Disney trip, a Diane Wilkinson song, a good meal, and a good story. He liked to laugh as much as he liked to cry. He knew that to be a friend was his calling here in this world, and he answered that call many years ago. Norman could teach many lessons, and my favorite was “No one wins if everyone doesn’t win!” He was the poster child for the term “team player”…….a rarity in this town. He truly loved “his” artists….but guess what? ALL of you that sang about Jesus were “his” artists. I think I am sounding a bit cheesy, but those who know me understand. This is simply the truth. Simply put: Norman was married to a song, a lyric, a melody, an idea that this music truly may change the direction of a young lady who had considered throwing in the towel on her life, or that dad that had humiliated himself and lost everything and his only friend was now shame, that’s the guy that Norman could envision hearing these great songs that he would listen to and promote to  the world!!

Norman loved this music. If I ever met a person that loved the music more than I did, it was Norman Holland. We would chat about styles and preferences and ALWAYS agree that God was in the ballads that my kids had sung:) I know that I was a bit prejudiced concerning the kids, but so was Norman. Norman helped take a bunch of hillbilly kids from Kentucky and he helped hone them into the professionals that they ALL are today. His impact will be felt for generations to come!!! He loved this music that someone so strangely named Southern Gospel (that sounds regional to me) more than he loved mashed potatoes or oreo pie. And trust me, that is saying a lot. I took several trips with Norman the year I went through my divorce. WE would invite 6 or 7 friends, take off to Florida, always with a couple of my grandchildren in tow. We had the BEST time on those trips. We made larger than life memories!! Time passed, my heart healed, I met a man, and Norman became my biggest cheerleader when it came to “start over” for me. He knew I had been hurt enough, and he wanted to see me happy again. He was ok with loosing me from his harem………He had all his other girls. Crystal, Celeste, LuLu, Karen, Heather,Tana….and the list goes on, and I am making him sound like a “get around” man, and he would be laughing right now!!

If I had to describe Norman in one sentence it would be something like this: Norman Holland knew how to love.He loved God, oh how he loved God, and the word, and the old fashioned ideas, songs, and traditions of his childhood. He loved people. The pretty ones, the talented ones, the struggling ones, the not so talented ones, he just loved humanity. HE would find something nice to say, always!! Needless to say, because of this ability to always speak something positive, he should be our role model! For that was Jesus in him. His gift to us was that hug, a sincere question about you, he always wanted to know about “you” and your life. He rarely talked about himself. His gift was that hug, that conversation, and usually a nice meal that highlighted his love for fellowship. Norman loved a song and cake. In that order.

I have lost much. Norman filled a spot in my life that no one else can fill. There aren’t anymore Normans. I suppose the music will live on, and the events will happen, the records will be made, the songs will be written. But I am here to declare this to all of you. Everything that transpires in SG Music will have the handprint of Norman all over it. He is the reason many artists had success, he was the key man to put together so, so many special events. HE LOVED IT!! The music of  Southern Gospel has been better because of his talent to make a business feel like a family.

We were his family. Period! We have lost a favorite son.

I will miss my Norman. I don’t know anyone on the planet that was as much fun to be with. He was the bomb! Our lives are truly changed forever. An era is over. I am sure there is a young competent person that will attempt to be the “Norman”of 2014. Well good luck with that. I suppose it’s possible, kind of like winning the power ball is possible. Sometimes God only made one. I suppose when he made Norman he threw away the mold. How many tall, lanky, men, with an Alabama drawl, a passion for God’s music, and the ability to make an amazing mac and cheese, do you know? Yep, they threw the mold away.

Last but not least. The kindness that he showed my family back in 2002 when we did our first Daywid recording was what I would draw from in later years when I needed a friend….a friend that would get mad at those that hurt me, cry with me, and eat ice cream with me at midnight!! Norman, I am a bit angry that you left me. We had Disney PLANS!!!

Norman you were an original, and there will never be another like you. I promise to always salute Mickey Mouse and linger just an extra minute in front of the castle, and whisper your name……….I also promise to sing “Sheltered In The Arms Of God” instead of a contemporary selection, as you would have wanted it!!

When I grow up, I want to be like Norman, for he was loved by many, and hated by none. It sound like he’s close enough to perfect for me.

Go rest high Norman!!! For your work on earth is done. You have taught us to love and encourage each other. You have done what no one else could have done. I love you Norman!!

 

It Takes Two Baby!!!

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Well my cup runneth over this morning, after celebrating 50 years of marriage with my friends Edith and LaVerne Tripp last night. Their sweet family threw a party fit for a king and queen (and why shouldn’t they) and invited the king and queen’s court, and we celebrated with them. Now you see, I know LaVerne and Edith’s story. The road wasn’t always easy. But here’s the difference. He stayed. She stayed. As I often say, they didn’t own a pair of “walking” shoes. Most of us that have been the recipient of another person’s choices feel a bit cheated at times like this. Those walking shoes are commonly purchased and worn without thought of the consequences. I have a friend who put up with many years of “bad” behavior, only to be abandoned as she approached her 50th birthday…a VERY good friend. So, hey…it happens!!

Now, that was the little paragraph for us divorced, been thrown to the curb crowd. Now we have the widow/widower group. These folks must wrestle with “why me” syndrome for years not months….without true grace and mercy, they will walk away from God. But the good news is that somehow….I have no clue how this can actually happen, but somehow that peace that passeth all understanding, is enough!! That big hand that holds us, guides us. And guess what. We, the broken hearted, we survive. We put our lives back together again. We get married again. We teach our heart to trust. Slowly, and maybe with much reservation, but we go where we said we wouldn’t go. We move back into that relationship thinking that we will only be hurt, abandoned, left again. But….somehow…once in a while, God sends a Steve Hannah along. A “stay with it”guy. A man that raised a handicapped step child for 13 years, only to have his heart broken. A guy that gives everything and asks for nothing in return. A guy that doesn’t walk away when my kids have a bus wreck and need to move in for 6 months, or my mother is sick and must live with me, or my sister is sick and must live with me, or I’m having open heart and need a 24/7 nurse, or I bring all 26 of my kids and grandkids to dinner and tell him to get the check (haven’t done that in a while)…..you get the picture. He stepped up and loves me and all of mine. Yes, that’s how that works. Steve and I, along with millions of Americans will never celebrate 50 years of marriage, we started too late. But what we will celebrate is this: God is faithful when people aren’t! Family is family, no matter how you got them…time spent does a family make. Grandchildren have no clue whose gene pool they came from, and they don’t care. I am just their Granny. Period. All of them.

But I must admit, I wish I had met Steve when I was a young girl, married him, and we could be headed like a freight train for 50 years!!! But, that didn’t happen. This did. And Lord have mercy….I am one blessed woman today!! Can I get a witness?? One catch though, I get all of the same kids, grandkids. :)

Edith and LaVerne, I love you all, and I wish you 50 more! You are such an inspiration to me. I suppose if I live to be 102 and Steve lives to be 96, we will be inviting you all to the party!!!! 🙂

God’s Work?? Really?? I Don’t Think So.

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I turned on my television this morning, as I do most mornings and scan the news. I read the news on my phone around 6 AM before I am out of bed, sometimes earlier, depending on how my sleep pattern worked out for me the night before. I am a terrible sleeper. That is a whole different subject for another day! But back to the news…..I assume most Americans do this, turn on a news source to educate and learn what the world is packaging in a big box to hand off to your children and grandchildren!! If you don’t care what’s going on, shame on you!

Ignorance is  NOT bliss! WE (the Republican party, which is the most conservative offering there was on the ticket in the 2012 Presidential Election, the party that still tries to have some parallel with conservatives and evangelical Christians) lost the election to President Obama because WE, the evangelicals DID NOT come to the polls. I must assume that WE don’t realize how important the issues are!!! Anyway, back to my subject: I flip on my favorite news source and I am appalled at a quote by Mr. Obama that was being played…I heard about this yesterday on the radio. The quote reads as follows:

“Reach out to your Republican friend who can’t stand Obama but is basically a nice person, but they watch the wrong newscast … We’re going to make a big push these last few weeks. But as I said – I can talk, my team can talk here in Washington, but it’s not going to make as much of a difference as if you are out there making the case. The work you’re doing is God’s work. It is hard work.”

Now, let me break this down! First of all I am talking to those of you that say that you are waiting for the Lord to return, and your hope is not in the government, but in the Bible. Those of you that dissent from political majority, and hold the super spiritual stance. LISTEN up!!

This administration has taken YOUR liberties. Yes yours. You. The evangelical Christian….the one that didn’t vote for Romney because he was a Mormon, that’s who I am talking to. Sometimes we must use common sense. And sometimes we must realize that government is our problem, not our solution. And sometimes we must understand that God gave us a brain and a Bible, and we are to use both accordingly. Some folks wonder why southerners and evangelicals get a bad rap in academic circles…it’s not because we lack the ability to represent our values intelligently, it’s because we lack the “spunk” to stand up in a world that “calls out” and attempts to embarrass and humiliate any and all voices that rub a politically correct world the wrong way. But friends, listen to me. We must pretend our life depends on it, because it DOES!! And one more thing, WE are majority. The media tries to make us believe that we are the family that no one wants to talk to at the family reunion…you know the hillbillies that pull up in a ratty station wagon…the ones that have lived in 12 house in 8 years….the family that never feels as “good” as their prospering cousins. But guess what??? That’s a lie straight from the devil’s play book. And yes, the media has a copy of the devil’s play book. They choose their lead stories from it every night. Didn’t you know that?? 🙂 WE have the power to turn this thing around. YES indeedy we do. If we ALL get off our self righteous, lazy, lethargic  butts….we can do anything. We are 250 million strong!! Yes, you heard me right!!!

So, back to the unbelievable message. Mr. Obama says that HIS agenda is God’s work in this quote. His agenda reaches from the imperialistic style of ruling “WE THE PEOPLE” to complete support for the millions of abortions performed every year. Government control is the agenda of this administration. Your phone is not private, your email is not private, your life is not private. If this were George Bush, the entire Democratic party would be screaming impeachment. If it is liberal and opposes God and the WORD of God, they are for it. And I may add that this president changed his mind on many issues after he was elected. Amazing how that works. If it is conservative he’s opposed. PERIOD!! Your children and grandchildren are born with a $40,000 debt. Yep, they are taking their first bottle and gearing up to pay the wasteful spending debt of a government out of control. And this is God’s work? Really?? Obamacare….we won’t go there. That’s another day. It’s also his attempt and success at taking over 1/6th of our nation’s economy. This is about power.

This president, the one that doesn’t allow the National Day Of Prayer to be held at OUR White House anymore? The people’s house?? George Bush and Ronald Reagan would have stood toe to toe with the devil and told him that without prayer, they were resigning. And without recognizing that the Bible and Christian-Judeo principals we have NO HOPE!! But not this president! He panders to any and all. He invokes “it’s God’s work” when trying to disparage Fox News and, he coddles the atheists when moving the National Day of Prayer OUT of the White House. We are being conned. That’s the bottom line. It’s amazing how many people are actually afraid to speak out. What? Is this America? Freedom of speech?? Wake up people.

Read this quote:

“It’s not his job to tell people to pray,” David Silverman, national spokesman for the organization American Atheists, told CNN.  “We are very happy he (Obama) did away with the George W. Bush-era celebrations and party, but we wish he wouldn’t do it at all.”  This is referring to Obama booting out the National Day Of Prayer.

To quote the president when he snuffed out the “Prayer” celebration, ” We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus and nonbelievers.” Really Mr. President? The folks that wanted this gone were the atheists. That is 1%.So is that how we do it? 1% rules?

According to Pew Research about 3% of our population are other religions (Muslim, Hindu, etc.) and 1% identify as atheists  and 2% agnostic. 78%  of us sate in this poll that we are Christians, with 16% declaring no affiliation. That 16% are the folks that really didn’t want to talk to the person calling them!! LOLOL But I would be willing to bet you that they were the grouchy folks at church on Sunday. 🙂 But seriously, if we take JUST the 78 and go with it. We are the majority. The atheists are at 1%, but STILL this president kicks God out of the White House but tried to USE  a God quote to further his liberal agenda and get us to turn off FOX NEWS??

There have been a lot of “lows” in the past 5 plus years, but this may be an all time low!!

Summary. We are the majority. We must wake up. We are a sleeping giant. WE CAN CHANGE the outcome of this diminishing moral state. STOP with the political correctness people. This is our lives, our children’s lives, our grandchildren’s lives. Enough is enough. Man up, toughen up, learn to read and understand the issues. If the Holy Bible says it’s sin, you shouldn’t vote for people that create sinful laws. Period. Let’s be led by integrity and righteousness, not entitlements and finances. Have a Christian backbone. Be a Moses! Lead your family, your friends, your community, your town…out of this barren land of repression that we Christians seem to have accepted…as lambs led to the slaughter!  I pray Mr. Obama reads the following quotes and has a long come to Jesus! I doubt that’s going to happen, but I AM praying for that. But, my plan B is 2016…the congress and the house. Bible believing people in those seats. No one is perfect, but a principled candidate is certainly the choice over a Godless Bible hating candidate. Remember that common sense we need to exercise? Let’s do it!!

George Washington
1st U.S. President

“While we are zealously performing the duties of good citizens and soldiers, we certainly ought not to be inattentive to the higher duties of religion. To the distinguished character of Patriot, it should be our highest glory to add the more distinguished character of Christian.”

Thomas Jefferson
3rd U.S. President, Drafter and Signer of the Declaration of Independence

“God who gave us life gave us liberty. And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have removed their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the people that these liberties are of the Gift of God? That they are not to be violated but with His wrath? Indeed, I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that His justice cannot sleep forever; That a revolution of the wheel of fortune, a change of situation, is among possible events; that it may become probable by Supernatural influence! The Almighty has no attribute which can take side with us in that event.”

“I am a real Christian – that is to say, a disciple of the doctrines of Jesus Christ

The Declaration of Independence laid the cornerstone of human government upon the first precepts of Christianity. – John Adams –

In regards to this great Book [the Bible], I have but to say it is the best gift God has given to man. All the good the Savior gave to the world was communicated through this Book. But for it we could not know right from wrong. All things most desirable for man’s welfare, here and hereafter, are found portrayed in it.
– Abraham Lincoln

“The fundamental basis of this Nation’s law was given to Moses on the Mount. The fundamental basis of our Bill of Rights comes from the teachings which we get from Exodus and St. Matthew, from Isaiah and St. Paul.” – Harry S. Truman –

“The fundamental basis of this Nation’s law was given to Moses on the Mount. The fundamental basis of our Bill of Rights comes from the teachings which we get from Exodus and St. Matthew, from Isaiah and St. Paul.” – Harry S. Truman –

I believe that the next half century will determine if we will advance the cause of Christian civilization or revert to the horrors of brutal paganism.” – Theodore Roosevelt, President –

Deep religious beliefs stemming from the Old and New Testaments of the Bible inspired many of the early settlers of our country, providing them with the strength, character, convictions, and faith necessary to withstand great hardship and danger in this new and rugged land. These shared beliefs helped forge a sense of common purpose among the widely dispersed colonies — a sense of community which laid the foundation for the spirit of nationhood that was to develop in later decades. – Ronald Reagan –

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