I needed to share

At the age of 33,
Jesus was condemned to death .

At the time
Crucifixion was the “worst” death. Only the worst
Criminals were condemned to be crucified. Yet it was
Even more dreadful for Jesus, unlike
Other criminals condemned to death by
Crucifixion Jesus was to be nailed to the
Cross by His hands and feet.

Each nail
Was 6 to 8 inches long.

The nails
Were driven into His wrist. Not
Into His palms as is commonly
Portrayed. There’s a tendon in the wrist that
Extends to the shoulder. The Roman guards knew
That when the nails were being hammered into the
Wrist that tendon would tear and
Break, forcing Jesus to use His back
Muscles to support himself so that He could
Breathe.

Both of His feet
Were nailed together. Thus He was forced to
Support Himself on the single nail that
Impaled His feet to the cross. Jesus could
Not support himself with His legs because of the pain
So He was forced to alternate between arching His
Back then using his legs just to continue to
Breathe. Imagine the struggle, the pain, the
Suffering, the courage.

Jesus endured this
Reality for over 3 hours.

Yes,
Over 3 hours! Can you imagine this kind of
Suffering? A few minutes before He died,
Jesus stopped bleeding. He was simply pouring water
From his wounds.

From common images
We see wounds to His hands and feet and even the spear wound
To His side… But do we realize His wounds
Were actually made in his body. A hammer
Driving large nails through the wrist, the feet overlapped
And an even large nail hammered through the arches, then a
Roman guard piercing His side with a spear. But
Before the nails and the spear Jesus was whipped and
Beaten. The whipping was so severe that it tore the
Flesh from His body. The beating so horrific that His
Face was torn and his beard ripped from His face. The
Crown of thorns cut deeply into His scalp. Most men
Would not have survived this torture.

He had no more blood
To bleed out, only water poured from His
Wounds.
The human adult body contains about 3.5 liters
(just less than a gallon) of blood.

Jesus poured all 3.5
Liters of his blood; He had three nails hammered into His
Members; a crown of thorns on His head and, beyond
That, a Roman soldier who stabbed a spear into His
Chest..

All these without
Mentioning the humiliation He suffered after carrying His own
Cross for almost 2 kilometers, while the crowd spat in his
Face and threw stones (the cross was almost 30 kg of weight,
Only for its higher part, where His hands were
Nailed).

Jesus had
To endure this experience, to open the
Gates of Heaven,
So that you can have free
Access to God.

So that your sins
Could be “washed” away. All of them, with no exception!
Don’t ignore this situation.

JESUS
CHRIST DIED FOR YOU!

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Honesty

At my dad’s funeral 10 years ago, his 30+ year friend Eric gave his eulogy.  Among many other wonderful things he said praising my dad, he said “If I gave him $20,000 nickels to hold for me, I’d come back in 10 years and the same amount of nickels would be right where I left them”.    And it was true.  Nothing else would have crossed my dad’s mind.  So you can see the example I grew up with.  He was the man I measure every other man, every other person by.

One of my very guilty pleasures are judge shows.  I record them, see if I think the case is interesting, I watch.  If not, I delete.  I almost always delete dog cases and car wrecks.  And NY people and their car woes amuse me.  These guys will buy anything, just to have a car.  25 year old Toyota Corrola.  The only 3 tires are bald.  Check engine light is on.  Smokes like a chimney.  Have to start it with a screwdriver.  And they’ll pay $6000 for it.  Oddly, it rarely works out.  It usually dies at the first intersection from the lot.   And I’ve been to NY.  Who would want to drive there??  Scary.

That was just an observation…not much to do with this post.

On judge shows, and sadly in real life, there are people who just lie to your face, all the time.   People look for a way to get over on someone, to cheat others in some way.   Girl wrecks her friend’s car and instead of being appalled and sorry, blames friend for not having insurance. The price of their friendship is a couple of hundred dollars.  People do stupid things like buy their friend a cell phone because friend cannot get their own & then are surprised when friend stiffs them for payments.  Family members go after each other.  Someone hires a contractor & lets them finish a job & refuses to pay them because they did a bad job.   It’s just a sad lack of a moral compass.  I had one.  And my mom took me to church where  I was taught early about the Golden Rule.  I treat people the way I want to be treated.  I’m not saying I’ve never hurt anyone but I’ve never done it on purpose.

I was raised better.

Thanks Mom & Daddy.    I’d say it helps me sleep at night but I don’t sleep much.  But it’s not because of conscience.

 

 

Pictures

The natural progression here would be pictures.

I didn’t grow up in a picture household.  When I was young, they had to take a picture with an actual camera.  Then there was expensive film that had to be expensively developed and pictures were not my mom’s thing.  My dad had no opinion.  I kinda inherited a little of both of those things.   But I dutifully took pictures on every vacation, first with cameras and now, easily with phone.

But when do I look at them?  Why do I have them?  And I can guarantee that no one else looks at them now  or will care in the future.  But I can’t just throw them away recklessly, right?  So tomorrow I’m starting the ugly progress of scanning them into my cloud account.  That way, when I disappear, they disappear.  Sounds like a plan, right?

I hope this  cloud thing is not just a fad.

 

Old stuff

I have a big box full stuff from my childhood & going through it yesterday I wonder why we save so much stuff.  It’s been in the box for 40 years.  And other than an occasional trip down memory lane it has no purpose.

My Barbie & Ken are in there.  I got them for Christmas in 1964.  They both came in their bathing suits & Mom had made each of them a wardrobe.  I don’t have any original mom-made clothes anymore.  I think I gave them to my niece for her Barbie.  And Barbie does not have her original head.  She came with a red ponytail and Barbie pin curls in the front.  I took her ponytail down to give her long hair but there was not enough hair and she had bald spots.  Then it would not go back up.  So somehow, somewhere she ended up with short brown hair.  Ken is original and has painted on hair.  I do have the pattern that Barbie wardrobe was made from.  This is my barbie, from a stock photo.  I remembered her hair being darker red.

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My two baby dolls were in the box too.  One was Connie, in a homemade by my mom dress.  She was my first baby.  Her feet have dog chew marks from being left outside.  And I don’t remember the other baby’s name.  I’m a bad mom.

And some stuffed animals.  The brown dog my sister Cathy gave me when I had chicken pox.  And a red & white dog my Daddy gave me for Valentines one day.  And a striped tiger my Daddy gave me from the hospital gift shop when I had a hysterectomy at age 31.   And a teddy bear wearing an ‘I Love Las Vegas’ t shirt from my first trip to Vegas.

There is a Native American penny bank bought from a Native American trading post on the old Route 66 when I was a little girl.  They were called & called themselves Indians back then. She is very un-Pc now.  We traveled the road several times between Arizona & Texas and we’d always begged to stop at the trading posts.  My dad would always say we had to keep moving.  As a child, this may have been the only time we ever stopped at the trading posts.  There are less of them now but some are still there and I always stop at at least one.

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And the coolest gift I ever got.  My first radio, all my own, for my 12th birthday in 1969.  It’s AM only has been dropped and for some odd reason I remember orange cake batter landing on it when I was making a cake.  It lasted me through lots of baths and dish washing.  Dang, I loved that radio.  I saw one of these “antiques” on a TV show recently.

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I’m a minimalist.  I don’t see the value of a lot of stuff.  Don’t get me wrong, I live in a home with furniture and pictures on the wall but no expensive decorations.  I have some angels but I don’t consider it a collection.  I used to have a collection of bears but gave them away over the years.  As a single person, I worry about my poor nephew cleaning out the crap in my house and rarely buy or even own a thing without thinking about that.  Plus I’ve discovered that the person with most stuff just has the most stuff.  It doesn’t make them happier. But these few things meant something to me, even if I don’t look at them everyday.  And they’ll not mean a thing to Steve.  I guess there is comfort that he can throw them all away with emotion.  I called it a big box but it’s really a small amount of stuff.  Marked as important, for me anyway.

 

Streaming & TV

TV is mostly crap.  I watch some things but not much. And when I like a show, it’s normally cancelled pretty quick, like clockwork.  Low ratings, someone decides to sexyally harass every person of the opposite sex on the set or someone gets a big head & thinks they are too good for the show.  So basically, I don’t get attached to anything, on regular TV anyway.  Streaming & cable shows are only a tad better.  What I’ve discovered is that I have absolutely no patience for episodic TV.  I want to watch the entire thing in a binge.  And I’m not alone.

I’m sorta breaking my rule.  I am binging the entire first season of  ‘The Rookie’.  It’s about a 40 year old LAPD rookie played by a 48 year old Nathan Fillion.  The age difference makes it better when he’s dating a 28 year old.  Don’t get me started on that.  But I’m loving it, it has a great cast and a mixture of fun and drama.  I’m on episode 6 or so & there are 20 total I think.  I’m sure there will be a cliffhanger and then I’m going to be really mad at myself that I have to wait an entire year to see all of season 2.

And this week I’ll be all caught up on ‘Luther’.  I watched all seasons but the last on Prime and have the 4 episodes from this season recorded from BBC.  And I’m sure there will be a cliffhanger and then I’m going to be really mad at myself.

 

 

 

Alone

I’ve always known I’m an anomoly.   I think it should be obvious to my family and friends but sometimes I’m hugely surprised that it’s not.

I’m almost 62.  Except for a few “minutes” as the kids call it now, I’ve lived alone for all of my adult life.  Never married.  No roommates since college.  My dad lived with me in my house the last 3 years of his life.  I stayed with a friend for about a month once.  But that’s it.   So it’s all I’ve ever known.   But even I get that people are not meant to be alone.  But it happens. And it’s so foreign to some that I don’t understand them sometimes any more  than they understand me.

My sweet daddy, when he lived with me in those last 3 years, used to try to walk around in the dark in the early morning because he did not want to waste electricity.  He was a teenager in the depression and grew up poor.  And when he married my mom, who could personally balance the federal budget in a week, he never saw a bill.  He literally brought home his paycheck, gave it to her, got $20 for pocket money & one check for his wallet.  And if he spent the check, he needed to bring home a receipt or he could not have another check.  But he never even saw a bill or knew what they had in the bank until my mom died.   And even then, I’d write the checks & give him his same $20 & he’d personally deliver the checks.  He did have checks for groceries and gas and could always get cash from the bank so for the record, I did not leave him high and dry.   But there is a point to this.  One day I was teasing him about walking around in the dark & he asked me, “Do you even know how much your electricity bill is?”.   At the time, I’d lived on my own for about 30 years.   I was actually dumbfounded, a rarity for me.  Who did he think paid my bills?  For everything in my life?

Today I talked to my elderly uncle.  We were discussing supper, something that is standard fare for old people.  I told him I was making a steak and baked potato for my supper.  “By yourself?” he asked.   I told him yes, and he was amazed that I’d cook for myself.   What he, and most people who have people, doesn’t understand is that I share a meal probably 2 times every month with another human.  I eat out only then.  Maybe one day a week or so I bring home something from a drive thru.  And every other meal I prepare & eat at home. Alone.   The thing I miss most in the world is sharing a meal with a family.  Too many don’t take advantage of that meal every day.  I sure wish I could.

It’s a different era and there are more of us loners.  But some will never get it and good for them.  I’ve adjusted to alone and even though it’s not my choice, I’m ok.

 

Country Girl

I was watching some judge show today and there was a couple suing a contractor because they wanted him to build them a $15,000 tree house.  Part of me was jealous because never in my life have I had $15k to do something so frivolous.  But most of me felt bad that they lived in a city where something that cool had to be ordered from a contractor.  Who needed a permit.    In the country, we find a semi-sturdy tree, find some scrap wood, a hammer & some nails.   Then we’d build a make shift ladder, get a sleeping bag and sleep up there, hoping if we had to get up in the middle of the night we’d remember where we were.

We went to NYC last year and it was interesting and on the go and had something to do 24/7.  But I feel sorry for all who have not had the chance to sit on the porch and shell peas with their mom and aunts and grandmothers.  (Although to be honest, not MY grandmother but I did have mom and aunts).   They never had the chance to feed a newborn calf or piglet with a bottle.  Never been chased by a big old dumb turkey.  Or feed watermelon to a horse.  Never got to sit with mom in the kitchen and make plum jelly from the plums we picked from the creek bed.

I live in a city now and I’m ok with it but I miss the ranch I grew up on.  And the people who lived there while I did.