Sharing “The Source of the Thought”

I enjoyed this article very much!  It’s an excellent discussion of recognizing our personal “warning lights.”  I had a similar post last March – – but I really appreciate this perspective on the topic!

Have you ever left your cell phone in the sun? Or, have you ever left your phone in the car on a hot day? If you have, you know your phone will automatically shut off if it overheats. For example, an iPhone will shut off once it reaches 115 degrees. The function protects internal […]

via The Source of the Thought — Skipping Stones

Bought and Paid For

1 Corinthians 6:20

For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.

Julie and I had that somewhat giddy experience of going to city hall to get our marriage license over 31 years ago. I had gotten some extra cash for that and other errands we were going to do that day.  The license was a bit less than I expected.  The smallest bill I had was a fifty, which I held out to the clerk.  She just looked at me and said she didn’t have change for it.  Julie promptly dug into her purse and produced something more “palatable” for the prickly bureaucrat.  She handed Julie her change, receipt, and the marriage license.  She then, with a completely straight face, uttered the words that would haunt me for decades to come.

“He’s bought and paid for, dear. Don’t ever let him forget it.”

I bet she had plenty of change for my fifty.

I could’ve done much worse than being the “property” of Julie. It’s been sweet labor.  Two daughters, two houses/homes, travel, her lasagna, my stews, Christmas parties, hosting Thanksgivings, Paris (just us!), and so many memories I can’t find them all!

We’re all bought and paid for. Jesus is the coin thrown on the sacrificial alter where we should have been under Satan’s knife.  A lot of people resent this.

“Well, I just don’t think things should be this way! What business is it of God’s if I (your sin here)?  I’m not hurting anyone!”

We want our freedom in all things; even bad things.

But being owned by God is sweet labor. We take better care of ourselves.  We take better care of others, and enjoy the satisfaction of making someone else’s life better.  What’s not to like?

Think of it as being lost in a murky, foggy landscape with pits, uneven ground, and lights fading in and out from all directions, luring us to them. We can go tripping, falling, and stumbling about as we decide our own course in the blind.  If you were there, spraining your ankles, breaking bones from falling time and again, and chasing distant lights that fade away, wouldn’t you be glad of direction?

God holds out His Hand. The only requirement is to not let go and to cooperate.  Grab the hands of others you encounter together.  Don’t break the chain.  Considering how banged up you are, that should sound like a sweet deal.

The fog is still there, and teasing lights still flash, but God is taking you along The Way.

We’re His. Bought and paid for.  Sweet labor, indeed!

I’m a Guest!!

The blog Fearfully Wonderfully Me by Emily has me as a guest today!  I’m honored to be able to contribute someone else’s efforts.  Head on over there, see my article, and look through her posts!


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via Separated at Birth~A Guest Post by Jeffrey H. King — Fearfully Wonderfully Me

It’ll be OK

Matthew 7:11

If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

I went to dinner with my daughter this evening. We always enjoy just talking.  Sometimes it’s about current things in our lives.  Sometimes it’s memories.  Tonight, she brought up a very old memory for me.  It was something that I experienced in graduate school in Detroit.

The master’s theatre program at Wayne State in Detroit is run as a professional theatre, where everything from the acting to design and construction, and even the box office is all done by graduate students under faculty tutelage.  It’s called The Hilberry Repertory Company.

Actors like me would sometimes be asked to go to a school to do presentations on theatre in general. In that capacity, I’d gone to grade schools, high schools, and a community college.  There was, however, one odd sort of request.

A woman who wanted to get some additional coaching in acting asked if someone would come out to work with her. The office asked me if I would take this one.  Sure!  Why not?  A little extra work was always a good thing.   That’s how I once met Bruce Campbell and taught him some basic sword work.

I drove my beat up Rambler station wagon into this very mice suburban development, feeling very self-conscious about my junky ride. Half the stuff on the dash didn’t work.

The house was very nice. I could see the backyard out the sliding doors, and it was so green! Remember, I was living in downtown Detroit, and vegetation was sparse.  Green came to be my favorite color.

As I worked with this lady, I couldn’t help thinking that this was just a visit, and not just to this specific house. I was thinking this life could never be mine; I’ve never live in a development this nice or own a house this beautiful.

But that’s the life I came to eventually. I had the house, a great wife, two daughters, and a big, green backyard!

Of course, I lost it all in the collapse of 2008-9. Things went from bad to worse.  When I finally found a good job again, I had to move to Memphis.  I wasn’t thrilled, but it has all worked out.  We’re happy here, and it’ll be fine with me if I retire here.

Life works that way, if you can just trust God and be patient. Oh, I’m not saying I’ll ever have all that again.  I’m not saying everything will be peaches and cream.  Or milk and honey, if you prefer the Old Testament version.  Rough times can come and go more than once.  My job has it’s rough spots.  This past week was something rather different from “pleasant,” but God still provided help when I needed it.  A way out may be in the offing to something a bit less physically strenuous.  Maybe.

Romans 8:28

And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.

God doesn’t send bad things into our lives. That’s the job of ol’ pointy ears.  But when the defecation impacts the turbine, God can clean up the mess.  He can set things aright once more.  Maybe we won’t have what we had.  Maybe we don’t see a way out a situation.  It’s then when we need to wait on God.  That’s the time to maintain faith…like I often don’t.

Some people leave their problems behind, by looking forward to Friday rescuing them. Me?  I try to look forward to God coming to the rescue.


Romans 15:1

[ Bearing Others’ Burdens ] We then who are strong ought to bear with the scruples of the weak, and not to please ourselves.

No, nothing is falling your way. At least not that I can see.  It’s just a piece of advice I try to keep in my head.  It’s a usual council for my daughters when they are having a problem.

The secret to start healing from a worry or anxiety is to refocus. Worry and anxiety usually has us swirling the drain, trapped between our ears, too deep into our own naval…pick your metaphor.

Today was a prime example for me. It’s been a trying day; 11 hours on the road, trying to get home, and lots of bad news and frustration.  Alone in the car, I had precious little to do, except stew.  I kept telling myself to knock it off.  I jacked the music to the point of almost making my ears bleed (hyperbole).

You know what finally helped me get back to some peaceful place? This blog and our blogging community.

One of my favorite bloggers had a poo day, and was really upset. Feeling for the blogger’s plight, I wrote some encouragement.  I got a reply that it helped.  So, I was helped.  We both felt better.  I felt better, because I…Looked Out!

Now, some might say that this is an example of a supposedly Russian proverb, used in Disney’s Lady & the Tramp.

“Miserable being must find more miserable being. Then he’s happy.”

But, no, that wasn’t it. As in the above from Romans, I helped someone bear a burden.   That pulled me out of my own psychological naval, and helped me feel better.  Just from being nice to someone.  That’s all.  We both ended up feeling better.

Next time you feel really down, try to tear your gaze away from the drain you’re circling and just…be NICE to someone.

And, just for grins, I’m gonna use a joke I’ve been wanting to drop somewhere for ages now.  You are my unwitting victims.

The above “Miserable Being Quote” is from the very prolific Roman author, Anonymous. You may have heard of him.  Full name; Anonymous Maximus.  Of course, you’ve all heard of his brother, Gluteus.

Wait for it…

Father’s Day

Ephesians 6:4

“And you, fathers, do not provoke your children to wrath, but bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord.”

Nowadays, provoking their children to wrath is only part of the problem with fathers. A lot of times they have no involvement with their children at all.  Sometimes they don’t even know who their kids are.  They are preoccupied with drugs, sex, alcohol, video games, and the list rolls on.  Not an original thought here, but there’s no other way to describe many men than to say they are stuck in adolescence.

I think I’ve said this before, but after seeing my sisters marry idiots and pervs, after talking to other young women nowadays who have given up on dating, I can safely and empirically say that in large part guys are pigs.

The horror stories I and my wife hear through work, the blogosphere…the grocery checkout; there’s no denying the lack of decent men left in the world. I’ve seen blogs from young women in the US and commiserating comments from around the globe about how unqualified male humans generally are to be husbands and fathers.

I was at a sales conference a couple years ago and tagged along for dinner with a bunch of guys around 30, give or take. They didn’t seem capable of talking about much of anything except video games.  I left early, because it was so dull!

My relationship with my dad was never really that good. I won’t go into all of the issues here, but I will say that our relationship was pretty well over by 6th grade.  I would hide from him.  When I heard his car roll into the driveway, I ran for my room and shut the door.  At breakfast I’d grab a couple/three cereal boxes and make a wall around me I could duck behind just to avoid eye contact.

My mom was a spoiled, only child whose own dad died when she was about 12-13. My dad was an orphan.  Neither ever really had a dad themselves.  They weren’t evil or actively abusive.  They were just uninformed and largely uninvolved.

My grandmother lived directly across the street from us, and that’s where my sisters and I spent most of our time. Her basement was a playground, filled with the coolest junk!  She helped us with our homework during the school year; not my mom.  My sister and I would fight over who got to do homework before dinner so we could watch TV after dinner.

Like a chained dog, you don’t always realize what the situation is until you get older. Maybe you see another dog running around free.  I started recognizing my own behavior.  Home was where I laid my head.  My friends’ houses were where I went to have fun.  I never invited anyone over.

I realized at some point during high school that I didn’t think this was the right way to have a family. I had examples to see at my friends’ homes.  I decided I would do it differently.  Better.

The one thing my mom did well was send us to a Lutheran school, K-8. I learned about God.  I learned the Bible.

When Julie accepted my proposal, I resolved to raise a good, Christian family. Instead of looking to my parents as role models for my own parenting, I looked at them as the antithesis of what a parent should be.  I wanted to have my kids still talking to me when they were in high school, not shut down a few years before like I was.

How did that plan work out? I’m not going to blow smoke here; I have regrets.  Some things I’m ashamed of.  I’m also proud of other things that I got right.  At the end, my girls are 29 and 30, and they still talk to me.

I figure I got a minimum of 51% of my Dad Job right.

We don’t need tougher prison sentences. We don’t need to moll-coddle other religions and “special” groups.  We don’t need drug programs or government incentives.

We need Jesus. We need to learn what REAL love looks like.  We need to stop thinking that there are all of these gray areas in making decisions.  There are right and wrong, and that’s it.  Cling to the moral code God gave us.  And, by the way, he is the one, true GOD.  Everything else is a poser, a trickster whose only job is to trick us into hell.

Do you think you see gray areas all over? I promise you that the only thing that’s gray at that point is your understanding, your lack of clarity.  It means you haven’t really spent enough time defining the questions at hand.  Once you use God’s perfect ruler and you play fair by using correct, specific language, the right answer will become clear.

Euthanasia, how sweet the sound! Try “killing old, sick and infirm people, because they’re too much of a drain on insurance companies and society.”

“Health care” and “procedure” are a couple more weasel words to provide wiggle room. Those are, of course, kinder, gentler ways of saying “Quick!  Kill the baby before the third trimester!”  I forget – when someone calls abortion health care, just whose care do they have in mind?  The mom or the living human inside her?  If the moms, let’s talk about their mental health years after as they deal with regret and guilt.

Procedure? Well, gosh…that can cover a whole host of sins now can’t it?

I have a procedure which employs high-precision tools to carefully insert a very small amount of lead into violence prone people, which I guarantee will stop their anti-social behavior. It works equally well here in the States or in any population worldwide.

Anyone ever hear of Chris Kyle? Not that I have huge problem with this procedure in a situation that someone else creates, but you see how weasel words and wiggle room can be used deceptively.

Last time – the Bible contains the moral code God Himself gave us to run our lives. We may not always understand it or like it, but then neither do toddlers like all of their parents’ rules.  That moral code makes people better.

It also makes fathers better. Do you want to be a better father?  Scooch a little closer to God.  He’s right there with you.  All He asks is that you pay attention and follow the rules; it’s for our own good.  After all, this is His creation.  You have heard of “my house, my rules, right?”

This is like that. Just bigger.

A Lousy Day

“He shall bruise your head,…”   Matthew 3:15

Today is Tuesday. It feels like a bunch of piled up Mondays.  Maybe I should find a hole to crawl into somewhere.  I think I’d prefer that right now.

I made a mistake last week at work. I found out this morning.  The whole day has been nothing but damage control.  It was something so basic, I can’t believe I missed it.  But I did, and that’s that.

Readers know I’ve had health problems; bypass, major surgery, etc. I’m not young anymore.  Things are gradually fading.  I had myself tested this year for possible onset of…senility.  Yeah, that’s sounds fairly benign.  At the end of it, I had a memory test.  The doctor scored the test and said it was actually a fairly impressive display…for someone my age.  I got stuff most people miss.

Still, I know I’m not what I once was. That’s not a very fun realization.  But there is hope.

When God caught Adam and Eve with their hands in the cookie jar, He informed them that they will return to the dust of the ground whence they came. I recall my pastor giving us the literal translation of the Hebrew.

“And, dying, you will die.”

In other words, we don’t just sail along until the chime strikes midnight and we keel over. We’re dying every day.  It’s another way of saying life is terminal.  It’s happening every day from birth.

I had a very good weekend. Thanks to MakeItUltra I had a huge surge in readership and new followers.  Things are going fairly well at the moment, then today happened.  I honestly think Satan likes to let us have some fun and then zing us right when we’re riding the wave.  OK, old boy.  Have your fun while you can.  You’re going to have your pointy tail handed to you before much longer.

Eve’s Seed is coming for you. He’s going to bruise your head – some translations say “crush,” which I prefer.  When He’s done, he’ll tell me and everyone who believed Him to come on home.

No more days like today.

Just a Little Light

Matthew 6:23

But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is that darkness!

John 12:35

Then Jesus said to them, “A little while longer the light is with you. Walk while you have the light, lest darkness overtake you; he who walks in darkness does not know where he is going.

Ephesians 5:8

For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light

Matthew 5:16

Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.


My best friend in high school left Toledo after his freshman year to attend the Interlochen Arts Academy in northern Michigan. Over the next few years I’d go up there with his parents and sisters for a visit.  His dad was an executive for a GM plant in Toledo.  He had access to a huge log cabin in the woods not far from Interlochen.  It was well off the two lane state route, and miles of forest were behind it.

Rick and I thought to take a walk one night back into the woods along the dirt road that headed toward the pond. It was a cloudy, starless night.  We finally got to a point where we could see absolutely nothing; not even our hands before our faces, let alone the dirt road!  If we weren’t careful, it would have been easy enough to wander off it and be dangerously lost.

As we turned back and forth, one of us spotted headlights in the distance for a brief moment. It had to have been a car on that state route.  Very carefully we headed in what we hoped was the direction of that brief sighting of light.  We eventually made it to where we could see enough to not get lost, and we made it back to the cabin.

Even the weakest penlight would have been like a blazing torch that night! When it’s really dark, it does not take much light to it least make your surroundings navigable.

That’s what this blog is about. I want to shine enough light to at least get my small corner of the world lit enough for people to at least move about their spiritual existence without smashing into things.  Even if we see only dimly, “as in a mirror,” we can at least see something!

If no one shines, if everyone covers the light God gave each of us, how great the darkness! But if we shine, however feeble our light, even that small light chases away a lot of darkness.

If you’ve read much of me here, you know I prefer to swing for the fence, accomplish the heroic. Not that I usually succeed that grandly, but that’s where my mind goes.  Adding my light to others’ here in the blogging community, however, I can contribute toward the whole.  Again, if you think how little light it really takes to dispel a good deal of darkness, you can see how important it is to shine with however much or little you have right now.

The more you shine, the brighter you grow, too! Practicing shining, having others see your light and joining theirs to yours, catching others’ lights and learning from them…it’s all part of being part of the community, the fellowship.

Continue to shine with each other. We build each other up that way.  But let’s not be satisfied with preaching to the choir.  Shine that light outside of this circle.  Keep your eyes open for the opportunities to do good works that God has already prepared for you.

And just…keep…shining!

Animal Human Crossbreeding

Deceiving the Elect:

Giants, Old Testament Slaughter, Greek Gods, Bigfoot, and Technology:

When I first read someone’s theory that fallen angels had made the man/animal crossbreeds of myth, I thought someone had gone ‘round the bend. Everyone knows that you can’t cross-breed different species, right?  Well, it turns out you can.

If you haven’t read my articles above, go ahead and get some background on the whole enchilada. In the meantime, you can forget “Lions and tigers and bears, OH MY!”  This is going to become more like –

Centaurs and Gorgons and Griffins, OH NO!!

I know. Me too.  I keep thinking it’s a bad dream and I’ll wake up soon.  The alternative is that this sort of thing is already off and running, and the world has gone bat guano crazy.  Several states have already made it a felony to produce mixed species hybrids.  It’s only a misdemeanor to simply have one you bought from…somewhere.  Probably England.  This sort of thing has been legalized across the pond.

Now we have something more concrete by way of explanation as to how they do this. Scientists are working on ways to create human/animal embryos in petri dishes.  As always, it’s an effort to benefit humanity.  I’m assuming they mean the part of humanity that isn’t being experimented upon.  And that they are doing it somewhere other than the states with laws against this sort of thing.

From the article: “One way would be to use chimera embryos to create better animal models to study how human diseases happen and how they progress. Perhaps the boldest hope is to create farm animals that have human organs that could be transplanted into terminally ill patients.”

Let’s walk through that again. They want to make part human, part animal embryos, call them “better animal models” so we hopefully don’t think about the human part, give them a disease, and see how well they do…or not.

Or we’ll grow “farm animals” with human organs for transplants. Now how does one accomplish something that bizarre?  There is a method for their madness.  I yield the floor to Rob Stein’s article from All Things Considered on NPR:

“The first step involves using new gene-editing techniques to remove the gene that pig embryos need to make a pancreas.

Working under an elaborate microscope, Ross makes a small hole in the embryo’s outer membrane with a laser. Next, he injects a molecule synthesized in the laboratory to home in on and delete the pancreas gene inside. (In separate experiments, he has done this to sheep embryos, too.)

After the embryos have had their DNA edited this way, Ross creates another hole in the membrane so he can inject human induced pluripotent stem cells, or iPS for short, into the pig embryos… stem cells will take advantage of the void in the embryo to start forming a human pancreas.”

An embryo won’t grow, however, unless you have it inside some sort of mom. So he takes the pig embryos and surgically implants them in a…surrogate?…pig.  The story continues:

Ross then retrieves the chimeric embryos to dissect them so he can see what the human stem cells are doing inside. He examines whether the human stem cells have started to form a pancreas, and whether they have begun making any other types of tissues.”


Hold on there a second, Sparky! I thought the stem cells were supposed to just fill the pancreas void and make a human pancreas.  I repeat –


“The uncertainty is part of what makes the work so controversial (ya think??). Ross and other scientists conducting these experiments can’t know exactly where the human stem cells will go. Ross hopes they’ll only grow a human pancreas. But they could go elsewhere, such as to the brain.”

“If you have pigs with partly human brains you would have animals that might actually have consciousness like a human,” Newman says. “It might have human-type needs. We don’t really know.”

Well, this helps explain why he wants to dissect the embryos when they are still way underdeveloped. You don’t want to go around cutting up things that could look like potential humans.  That would be barbaric, wouldn’t it, Planned Parenthood?

I’m getting a headache…

Wait! There’s more???

“Another concern is that the stem cells could form human sperm and human eggs in the chimeras. If a male chimeric pig mated with a female chimeric pig, the result could be a human fetus developing in the uterus of that female chimera,” Newman says. Another possibility is the animals could give birth to some kind of part-human, part-pig creature.”

I need some Excedrin-Migraine.

So the downside is that they could get a human fetus? Or some kind of human/pig creature?  HEY!  Wasn’t a human/pig the goal up front?

“Paging Dr. Beam. Paging Dr. Jim Beam.”  I need something to wash down those Excedrin.

Ross defends what his work. “I don’t consider that we’re playing God or even close to that,” Ross says. “We’re just trying to use the technologies that we have developed to improve peoples’ life.”

Again, I’m assuming they mean the people that aren’t being experimented upon.  And that they are doing it somewhere other than the states with laws against this sort of thing.  I also just love the way he uses language to sound so innocent.  By the same token I guess if a robber uses a gun to hold up a 7/11, he’s just using technology to improve his life.

I’m done. I need to take a shower.  If you want more on this story, here’s the link:

Not playing God, my patoot…

If BigDaddyBlitz is reading, I’d love to hear a lawyer riff on this. Mi blogga su blogga.

Cut in Half

“Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.”   Genesis 2:24

Julie called yesterday to let me know she and Hills made it to Ohio just fine. I was glad to get that news.

The real revelation started coming yesterday evening as I sat alone in the house. It’s the first time I can recall being home alone for a few days with NO ONE around since moving here four years ago.  They’ve taken “chick trips” before, but I’m usually on the road for work.

I miss her. She’s such a big part of my life, not having her around just isn’t right.

It got me thinking about how much pain people experience when they divorce, when they make a decision that their spouse isn’t who they thought they were, that their needs are more important than their spouse’s.  They actually DECIDE to have that viewpoint instead of DECIDING to love!

Read my first article, True Love:

If they think giving in and being loving hurts, they had no idea till they decided to call it quits! By that time, though, inertia has grabbed ahold and the idea of a divorce becomes a run-away cement truck.  No one thinks they can reverse course.  Well, some people do, but it’s a hell of a ride!

“One flesh.”

No wonder divorce hurts so much! No wonder people become so cruel to each other!  I imagine the pain of being cut apart like a couple of conjoined twins hurts enough to make you nuts and lash out at everyone – including the perceived source of your pain.

So I’ll wait here this weekend and bide my time till they get back in a few days. A little solitude is nice, but having Julie back home…well, that’s living!