Rubbed and grilled pork loin
Twice baked potatoes(My favorite as you can see!)
Whole kernel corn(Also a favorite?)
Pecan cream cheese sweet rolls
Meet my new blogging friend, Cristina
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I am the true vine, and my Father is the husbandman. Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth more fruit.
John 15:1-2 KJV
Now ye are clean through the word which I have spoken unto you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself, except it abide in the vine; no more can ye, except ye abide in me.
John 15:3-4 KJV
I am the vine, ye are the branches: He that abideth in me, and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit: for without me ye can do nothing.
John 15:5 KJV
Are you in need of some reassurance that God always keeps his word?
Read these great Bible verses from Heather.
Blessings and enjoy!
Here are verses to remind us that God fulfills His promises, He completes His work, and He does not abandon His plans for us.
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Moreover if thy brother shall trespass against thee, go and tell him his fault between thee and him alone: if he shall hear thee, thou hast gained thy brother. But if he will not hear thee, then take with thee one or two more, that in the mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established. And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglect to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican. Verily I say unto you, Whatsoever ye shall bind on earth shall be bound in heaven: and whatsoever ye shall loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.
Well, here we are. We have arrived at what frankly is the most uncomfortable part of our series we have been doing in the process we often call “Church discipline.” I am not such a fan of that commonly accepted phrase, even though it fits. A better name would be, “Restoring a wayward brother.” Discipline nonetheless fits as a term.
Even though the process may be disciplinary, the objective remains restorative. Period, no exceptions. It’s similar to a child or employee. The intent of discipline with either is to correct behavior, point to the right path, and bring that person back into fellowship with the whole, whether it be a family or a work place. The intent in our families or workplaces is not to “get back” at the offender, and it should not be in our churches. If one did that in their family, they would be called an abuser. If one did that in their workplace, they would be called a jerk. If we do it in our churches, we should be called unBiblical.
So, again, here we are. We have an wayward brother or sister sinning and transgressing openly and rebelliously. We have talked to them and implored them with love in our hearts. Perhaps their friends, family, or church officers have talked to them and implored them with love in their hearts. We have taken the issue before the church, and our entire local assembly of believers has talked to them and implored them with love in their hearts. Nothing has worked, and all has failed.
First, I hope we all understand this did not all take place in 24 hours. I could never say how long it might take; it simply takes as long as it takes. We do not have a schedule for this, as our goal is not to “finish” things up, but to restore our brother or sister.
And if he shall neglect to hear them, tell it unto the church: but if he neglect to hear the church, let him be unto thee as an heathen man and a publican. A heathen man and a publican. We need to take a look at this phrase quickly, because it’s application is often misused when applying this passage. It quickly gets pointed out that these are just the type of people Jesus frequented during His earthly ministry. That is absolutely a statement of fact and is not up for dispute. There’s no issue there whatsoever, as even for this writer these sorts are just the ones reached out to and invited to come be with us in our church.
There is another meaning to this phrase, and it is one which applies here. In the Jewish society, the term heathens and publicans would be used to refer to those who were ostracized and outcasts from Jewish society. As unpleasant as this is, that is the application being used here. An unrepentant member among us, must be removed from among us.
What does that mean? Of course it varies from association to association and denomination to denomination. Some might call it excommunication; some call it shunning; in our work we withdraw fellowship. From the churches standpoint, this is a public rebuke of a public transgression. From the standpoint of the wayward one, they simply are no longer part of our fellowship. This person is no longer our brother or sister in fellowship. They are not hated, but that aren’t really part of us any more either.
What is this not?
It is not salvific in nature. We don’t revoke any person’s salvation. That is beyond our rights and our pay grade.
It is not their notice that they are no longer welcome in our church. That would be like telling other outsiders they have the get cleaned up before they come see us.
It is not their sign that they are no longer part of our families or circle. Do we refuse to associate with all of our sinning family members? We probably have sinning, lost friends as well. Having said that, one cannot deny there will be a change in relationship with this person in our circle of friends.
One last note about treating this person as a “heathen.” Although this process never revokes a persons salvation, it is entirely possible that such an unrepentant person was never saved in the first place; like any “heathen,” they should probably be part of our evangelism efforts.
So, it’s over right? No, no, no and more no! What is our objective? Restoration. When do our efforts cease? When the person repents and is restored or they die. Until then, it is not over.
No words needed here, just read and watch the video
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Ok I admit, I’m a softie for stuff like this. The thousands of ways we affect people without even knowing. Yeah yeah some will argue that God is not needed to be human. And I would say: Ah, but stuff like this simply displays His image. He is good, thus are His creatures good, at the same time not violating the scriptural truth that ‘there are none good, no not any.’
Two separate issues. And maybe an argument for another time.
No, not me and Bobby Mcgee. My good, old, lifelong friend Bobby. Bobby and I became friends when we were each probably 12 years old, and stayed close and in touch until I graduated university and went off into the Army.
We were city kids, Bobby and I. He had two parents; I had one. We were thugs and hooligans to be honest. I mean we were serious, no fake, hard drinking, drug ingesting, flee from the police thugs and hooligans. All the details of that don’t matter, as this is not one of those, “Hey look how rotten I was” things. We were rotten, but that is not the point.
The point is I grew out of it and my friend did not. I went to college, into the Army, and did all of the normal, successful grown up things. Bobby did not, and he more or less stayed 18 forever. He kept up the hooliganism, and it just never got better. Ultimately, he got himself shot as he fled from the bedroom of some guy’s wife. It didn’t kill him, though; it only paralyzed him from the waist down.
So, Bobby never even left his parents home; even in his condition he just kept doing what he did, which was smoke weed, hang out, and party.
We didn’t stay in touch much for almost 30 years, and we saw each other maybe two times. We saw each other at some funeral , and I went and saw him once when he got a bad staph infection. That was it for, as I said, almost 30 years.
It was shortly before Bobby died that I became a believer, and that is the point of this story, really. During a party my friend, wheelchair and all, managed to pick a fight. His opponent more or less picked him up, threw him down, and hurt him really bad. The problem was, he didn’t know he was hurt, developed a serious case of gangrene, and never said a word. My mom, who was friends with his mom, let me know. Basically he was fully aware and conscious, but was going to die. It was only matter of days before it got to vital organs, and that would be it.
Instantly I knew what I had to do; I had to go tell my friend about Jesus. Seriously this was a scary prospect for many reasons. His mother was a non practicing Catholic, his father had walked away from any faith he had 60 years before, his two brothers had not been much better than even the two of us had been. I knew they would all be there standing vigil, and I knew I was just going to walk in and just lay it all out there, as it would be the very last chance my friend would have. It was like walking into hostile territory as far as I knew.
I showed up, and we all had a pretty grand reunion to tell the truth. I knew it was time to let it fly. I tried to ignore the older brother wearing the biker jacket, and his mom too. I just said this: “Bobby, things have changed a lot, and I follow Jesus now. I’d like to talk to you about that.” My friend looked at me with a big smile and said, “I know, ain’t it great?” As I stood there rather shocked, his brother turned around to show me what was was on his leather jacket, which was John 3:16. Then his other older brother came in and preceded to tell us of all the prayer requests for the family from HIS church.
It turns out that during a 30 year gap, God had reached out and pulled to Him four of the least likely people on the face of the earth.
God knew that when He sent me to that hospital room. He made me do it anyway, likely just to see what I would do.
Bobby did pass just a few days after that. I hate that I missed 30 years with my friend, but I also know that I will see him again, and then we can hang out forever.