Random Eating

This week, I've been watching what I eat until last night, when I remembered the 5 frozen sugar cookies at the RC. No matter that is a cold, dreary night, I hop in the car and drive to the RC and retrieve the cookies and come back to savor their flavor. However, this morning, I awoke with a sugar hangover. I feel listless and my body is not responding well to the tasks I give it to perform. Why, oh, why(as the country song goes) do I give in to momentary thoughts and send myself spiraling out of control? Was I too tired? Was I disappointed by something? I'm not sure. I'll have to think about last night for awhile.

What about you? What sends you spiraling out of control?

B is for Behind

An authentic Southern lady never uses certain words in a conversation. This conversation language can be attained through tutoring for a gently aged ladies of the South or one could take lessons in Southern life from books written by Southern women.

One of things ladies do not talk about in public is the part of the body they sit on. If they must refer to it in public, they will use words like-the part of your body you sit on. These ladies might use other kind, gentle words, however they would never use the word ending in tt, even though this is a correct term. Just because something is correct, does not mean is proper.

In this day and age, it is extremely hard to find a Southern lady? Do you know one?

Coming soon: C is for cards.

A is for Angel

You ever get stuck on a chapter during your quiet times and just can't seem to move on. I'm in Acts, and, boy howdy, I'm stuck on chapter six. I thought maybe you could help understand this chapter better, so I could move on. We'll see.

In chapter 6, verse 15 says

And all who were sitting in the Sanhedrin looked intently at him and

saw that his face was like the face of an angel.(HCSB)

So, I've been meditating on 'the face of an angel' forever. (Well, not really forever but a few days.) It couldn't mean like the faces of the baby cherubims in sweet Valentine's Day cards or the faces of the Dreamsicles on my shelves or surely not the beautiful female angels at the annual Christmas play. But, what could it mean?

Finally, I had time to read about angels in a Systematic Theology book. I learned angels are created beings that worship God, take messages and fight demonic forces for us. I saw nothing about sweet baby-faced angels. So, what did the members of the Sanhedrin see?

Chuck Swindoll in The Living Insights Study Bible says, "Stephen's face shone with God's quiet, empowering presence, giving him uncommon confidence"(page 1163). So, maybe they saw the confident power the presence of God can give a person.

I am sure Mr. Swindoll is right, he certainly knows more than me. However I like to think the Sanhedrin saw the face of a warrior angel. Stephen was arguing the validity of the gospel and he had no reason to fear being wrong. He had seen first hand what believing in Jesus could do. He would do battle for Jesus, no matter the consequences.

The next time I read about angels anywhere, I will not be thinking about baby-faced cherubim. What about you? What do you think of when you read the word angel? Let me know.

Coming soon-B is for Behind.