AND NOW SOME GOOD NEWS FROM THE BIBLE

To which of the angels did God ever say: “You are my son; this day I have begotten you”? (Heb 1:5)

Do not fear those, before whom you are now afraid; do not fear them, says the Lord, for I am with you to save you, to rescue you from their power. (cf. Jer 42:11)
“Fear is one of the great tactics by which evil tries to prevent the good from speaking out or acting with integrity according to their Christian commitment. It was a constant threat to the early Christians, who staunchly resisted. On the day before Pentecost, we remember especially that Mary strengthened the early Christian community , as she strengthens us today.” Magnificat

SAD NEWS

I heard the other day some very sad news. The Vermont legislature voted to allow assisted suicide and their Governor signed it. I don’t know if Vermont is a State where the voters can vote something down or not but I hope so. I can’t imagine a New England state sinking to that low level.

I do not understand how a legislature can legalize murder when it is against the law and less we not forget it is against TEN COMMANDMENTS. I realize that a lot of people in this country (a minority still, thank God) do not believe in God or the Ten Commandments or just don’t care. However, there is no way to get around the fact that if you help someone kill themselves, you are committing murder. Suicide is a mortal sin, and I do hope that if a person is so desperate or in such pain that they want to kill themselves, God will understand and forgive them. However, there is no excuse for the person that helps them. Especially a doctor of nurse. Their oath says “do no damage” how can a doctor ignore this oath? It is beyond understanding and a terrible thing that is happening in the country.

All we can do is pray that there will be an awakening of some kind that will turn this country around. The reason that this country has been so much better than the others is because of OUR RESPECT FOR LIFE. NOW THERE IS NO RESPECT FOR LIFE AND IT IS SHOWING UP IN OH SO MANY WAYS.

Connie’s Memories Cont’d.

Hi All, sorry for not posting but my poor laptop has been on vacation. It may happen again for the next couple of weeks until I get reliable WiFi. But she needed a vacation anyway.

I know I talked about how my brother and I learned to ski. He became a much better skier than I did. Not because his skiing ability was better but because he had way more guts than I did.

Anyway, when I was in jr. or sr. high school my great uncle (who had money in those days) died and left my mother a station wagon. This would have been around 1950. It was one of those wagons that had the laminated wooden sides. You still see some of them around in parades. This was wonderful for us because we could now go places on Sundays.

One of the small towns about 20 miles from us had just built a new small ski area with a tow rope. They did have big ski areas in other parts of Maine, but we could not afford them or get there. Anyway, my father brought us skiing one Sunday afternoon. By then I had another younger brother and a sister and since my mother didn’t come, she must have been home taking care of them.

The ski area had a small shack to run the tow and that was it. There were no lights and skiing ended around 4PM. I had never really learned how to stop quickly at the bottom of a hill, so it was an experience because there was no place to go once you hit the bottom. I still remember falling down to stop the first few times until I copied what others were doing and stopped the right way.

When it was time to leave, the tow stopped and the building closed up. I still remember there were lights in the parking lot, and when we walked to the car my father could not find his keys and he had no extra ones. We walked all over in the dusk looking for anywhere he could have dropped them in the snow. I was dark on the hill so we couldn’t look up there. There was no AAA in those days, and no cell phones, the shack was closed, so we were getting worried. All of a sudden, my father realized that he had a bunch in his boots. They were the kind you pulled on over your shoes. Remember we skied in our boots so he had not taken them off. When he took of his boots there were the keys. Hurray, he found he had a small hole in his pocket and the keys had slipped thru and down into his boots. Believe me, we were glad to be home that night.

CONNIE’S MEMORIES CONT’D

I was looking at an old photo the other day and it brought back winter memories of when I was very young. We did not have a car, so when I was about 2 yrs old, my father started flooding what would have been our driveway to make a skating rink. As soon as there was enough snow to hold the water in, he would go out and clear the driveway of snow. It may have been about 30′ by 20′ and he would go out at night and hose water onto the frozen ground. After he did this for a few cold nights, we would have a skating rink. He did this every year until we bought a car and that was when I was a Jr. or Sen. in High School. As soon as I could walk good enough he and my mother put skates on and pulled me around on the ice on my sled, then they pulled me around with my boots on. As soon as I got old enough, probably around 2, I had skates on. We had the skating rink all winter. We had very little money, so my 1st skated were just metal skates that hooked to my boots. When I got my first pair of real skates, the were used, someone had brought them in to my father’s shop, and they were black boy’s skates. They came in handy for playing hockey though. When I got into high school I asked (begged) for a pair of white figure skates and got them for Christmas. They were beautiful, I loved them, but that was the end of playing hockey.
When my brother came along, they did the same with him. We went skating every winter. when we got older, we could go out to the edge of the woods to the pond they called “the pumping station” This was because when I was young, that is where the town water was pumped from. There was an upper and lower pond, and yes they did have names, don’t know what now, but we skated on the lower pond which was smaller, not as deep, and froze quicker than the upper pond. We were forbidden to go to the upper pond without our parents. We never went alone, there was always my brother and I and friends.
When the snow got too high to clean off, then we skated in the rink in the driveway. There were some really good hockey games played on that pond and some really fun figure skating. There were no town skating rinks in those days, you skated where you could find frozen ponds.

At the end of my street, there was a sand bank on the left side and a little further on were some fairly high hills, at least they looked that way when we were young. Everyone in our area came to ski on those hills. My mother had ski boots, my father and the rest of us wore those black boots that we pulled over our shoes. My father and mother had bindings, a leather strap that went around the back, but our did not have harnesses. There was just a strap in front to put our boot toes thru. Some people used elastics around the back to hold their boots in the straps. We walked up the side of the hill and skied back down. There we went back up beside the trail side ways or with one ski out on either side in a V. It was quite a way up so a person had to be in good condition to ski in those days. There was also a steeper hill below that one that a lot of adults used. I was in high school before I had courage enough to go down that steep one. When I first started skiing, I was only 2 or 3 yrs old, and I stood behind my father on his skis and held on to his legs. I did that until I was around 4 and had my own skis. There was a very little hill in my side yard that I and my brother practiced on and when we started skiing on the hills at the end of our road, we started on a small hill, out of the way of the adults.
I STILL REMEMBER ONE DAY WHEN I WAS 12 OR SO, GOING OUT 1ST THING IN THE MORNING ON MY SKIS GOING AROUND TO THE TOP OF THE HILL, AND LOOKING A PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL SITE. THERE WERE NO TRAILS,NOTHING TO MAR THE SNOW, AND ON THE HILL I COULD SEE FOR MILES, WHITE SNOW WITH GREEN FIRE TREES. IT WAS GREAT TO BE ALIVE.

WHAT PRES. OBAMA BELIEVES..CONT’D

On at least five occasions, President Obama omitted God when misquoting AMERICA’S DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE.

President Obama has repeatedly failed to mention God in his official Thanksgiving messages.

President Obama mocked Congress for reaffirming America’s trust in God through a Congressional resolution and argued it was a waste of time.

“Which passages of scripture should guide our public policy? Should we go with Leviticus, which suggests slavery is OK and that eating shellfish is an abomination? Or we could go with Deuteronomy, which suggests stoning your child if he strays from the faith?” Obama’s actual words.

MR. PRESIDENT, what is the matter with following the 10 commandments as the founding father’s did? Of course that would mean an end to abortion since abortion is murder, is it not?

“GOD IS TRUE”

“And now I commend you to God and to that gracious word of his that can build you up and give you the inheritance among all who are consecrated. “Acts 20:32
From Magnificat: God is true: he has a long memory for his own promises and a short memory for our failures to keep ours. In the gift of his promised Spirit, we find our daily joy.

WHAT OBAMA BELIEVES

In contrast to what I listed yesterday that our founders believe, Obama believes: We are n o longer just a Christian nation. “We are also a Jewish nation, a Muslim nation, a Buddh9ist nation, a Hindu nation and a nation of nonbelievers.”

“Whatever we once were, we are no longer a Christian nation.”

“We do not consider ourselves a Christian Nation.”

Continued tomorrow night………………………..