Perspective by Jerry Kirksey

America

The other day, a gentleman at a store in a small town read that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county. He asked me a rhetorical question.
"Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?'
I replied, "I did have a drug problem when I was a kid growing up on the farm."
I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather. I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane four-letter word. (I do know what Lye soap tastes like.) I was drug out to pull weeds in Mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs out of Dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop some firewood and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my behavior today, in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America might be a better place to live in today."
Author Unknown

America, "Wake Up"!!!........ We are asking, no we're begging for trouble like we have never known before.

In a recent report from the Southern Baptist Convention it was stated if American Christian churches stay on their present course and growth rate, by the year 2030 to 2040 the majority religion in America well be Islam. This report includes all Christian denominations.

Our collective national conscience has become numb over the years because we have tolerated things we abhorred, but liked the fortitude to stand up for moral rightness.

We must re-sensitize our national conscience NOW! Don't think for a second, "Well God won't let that happen to America." Get out your Bible and study Jewish history. These are God's chosen people and they were defeated in war, captured, dispersed and enslaved. Why ? Disobedience !

We can't accept immorality as a life style, destruction of our families, embryonic genocide disguised as individual rights, and not expect God to send a Babylon to wreak righteous justice upon a disobedient America.

God not only gave us knees to pray on, He gave us mouths to testify, eyes to behold the wonders of His creations, hands to do His work, legs to walk in His path, a heart to serve Him, an a mind to distinguish right from wrong.

And a commission/command to spread the Gospel. If we do not start speading the Gospel more effectively NOW...

We better start circling the wagons !!

Author Jerry Kirksey

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Perspective by Jerry Kirksey

I received this as an e-mail the other day. I love the Perspective of this story. I do not know who wrote it, and therefore cannot give credit where credit is due. I hope you will enjoy it and share it with a lost love one or friend.

There was once a man who didn't believe in God, and he didn't hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays.
His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments.
One snowy eve, his wife was taking their children to service in the farm community in which they lived.
They were to talk about Jesus' birth. She asked him to come, but he refused.
"That story is nonsense!" he said. "Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth as a man?
That's ridiculous!"
So she and the children left, and he stayed home.
A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening. Then he heard a loud thump.
Something had hit the window.
He looked out, but couldn't see more than a few feet.
When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window.
In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild geese. Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and couldn't go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew around the field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed.
The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It's warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm.
So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside.
But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn't seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them.
The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them, and they moved further away.
He went into the house and came with some bread, broke it up, and made a breadcrumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn't catch on.
Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn.
Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be warm and safe.
"Why don't they follow me?!" he exclaimed.
"Can't they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?"
He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn't follow a human. "If only I were a goose, then I could save them," he said out loud.
Then he had an idea. He went into the barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese.
He then released it. His goose flew through the flock and straight into the barn… and one by one, the other geese followed it to safety.
He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind: "If only I were a goose, then I could save them!" Then he thought about what he had said to his wife earlier.
"Why would God want to be like us? That's ridiculous!"
Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God has done. We were like the geese blind, lost and perishing.
God had His Son become like us so He could show us the way and save us.
As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and pondered this wonderful thought.
Suddenly he understood why Christ had come.
Years of doubt and disbelief vanished with the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first prayer: "Thank You, God, for coming in human form to get me out of the storm!"

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