Just to be here is a miracle even in the rain. To love someone while you’re here living your miracle is like putting a cherry on top of the whipped cream resting on top of a cherry vanilla milk shake.
But I don’t have anyone, Sally said.
You always have Someone, if you want Him, the Spirit Who made her His temple responded.
Sally agreed as she felt the rain stop and the joy come out.
Now if I added that the next frog Sally kissed in desperation served the function of her Mister Right, she would have missed Matthew, but what then would have become of that frog?
Denise offers the prompt word “function” to be used in this Week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Joe was Beth’s backup plan when she spent the weekend with Mark not knowing that she was Mark’s backup plan, because Jane, Mark’s plan, had more backup plans than her scheduling software could consistently manage.
Eventually Joe found out about Mark and Beth found out about Jane.
Then Joe replaced Beth with Kate and Mark, unsure what to do, figured he better get rid of Beth to avoid conflict with Joe which all happened about the time Jane decided to get rid of him anyway, because – well – because everyone was all of a sudden becoming too miserable for her to live with.
And then things got worse, like an out-of-control forest fire, even for Jane whose remaining backup plans found out they were backups when she could no longer keep their names straight. And then it got so bad that six sentences were not enough to do it justice.
And that’s how things got complicated.
Denise offers the prompt word “fire” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Paul also wrote in Romans 10:9 KJV, “That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”
After I stood to say goodbye to Lou and the tall, thin man walked him to the door, I sat down to finish my coffee noticing that the quiet hours were beginning when the Gatekeeper would play music outside the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro. Thinking of that new dancer, Holli Spirit, at Lou’s club got me wondering if I could work her into the storyline somehow until I heard a snort come from the voice.
“Weren’t you the one running my mouth like it was on fire when I was talking to Lou?” I asked him.
You didn’t shut me up, did you?
“I almost did.”
I know, but what counts is you didn’t.
Denise offers the prompt word “fire” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
My gut feeling on the patriarchy is that it is biblical and my gut feeling on the feminization of the church is that it is not biblical. However, I didn’t understand what the issues really were nor would I have been able to justify those gut feelings until I listened to some of Mike Richter’s videos at The Heroes’ Forge. The theme of The Heroes’ Forge is “Men want to be heroes, and women want to be with heroes.”
The history of the feminization of the Church as Mike Richter outlines it in the video below begins with Elizabeth Cady Stanton in 1848. Today, the feminized alternatives to biblical patriarchy fall under terms like the covertly feminized variations of “complementarianism” or the overtly feminized variations of “egalitarianism”.
Are you defensive about those verses above when they refer to “patriarch” or God as “Father” or when they talk about a wife’s submission to her husband or a husband’s responsibility as head of his family or that there are consequences when these verses are ignored that are seen in the fruit of a family’s life? Do you realize that these verses are not optional?
If you need to repent, now is always the best time to do so.
The feminization of the Church has much in common with Darwinian and big bang evolution: They are all a corruption of Genesis 1-11.
They were introduced over the last few hundred years to undermine biblical Christianity while fooling Christians who followed them into thinking that they were still “biblical” or still “full gospel”. Many of these now Christian-in-name-only feminized therapy organizations capitulated to become the institutional “church” we see today.
Below Mike Richter interviews David Edgington. It is a continuation of the topics covered above.
When Aurelia returned to the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro she joined the red-headed writer at a booth and then they wandered to wherever with the Bartender. With the men and women at separate locations the men could have a serious conversation (and perhaps even the women as well, but I can’t imagine what they might be talking about even though I could hear them doing a lot of it).
On the male side of the room Lou and I, thanks to prodding by the tall, thin man, were fast becoming good friends with Lou even inviting us to go with him to his Bottom of the Sea Strip Club and Lounge, but I told Lou that I’d rather read a paper on what amino acids and nucleobases were found on the asteroid Bennu than go to a strip club. To elaborate – although I don’t think it helped – I said, Long ago when I was young and stupid I found myself lying on the floor while a woman having only words at her disposal frantically commanded life back into my motionless body and a voice advised me not to try to regain control, but merely trust that I would according to her words even though I witlessly ingested the drugs she wishes now she never brought.
How long has that voice been watching over you? Lou asked.
Now that that incident slipped back into my memory it must have been – forever.
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Denise offers the prompt word “slip” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
With thanks to Greg Doles for linking this song in one of his playlists on Chasing Light.
With thanks to my friend, Samuel Manga, for turning his prayer into this song. “Tu me restaures jour après jour.”
After the voice rescued me from Lou’s cloud of demonic darkness, the tall, thin man figured I might as well get to know Lou in person and so we all sat at a table with the red-headed writer (though Aurelia had to leave when her phone told her to stop lollygagging and get back to work). The chitchat took some time to unravel its yakkity yarns making a way to my invisible friend, but when it did I had to concede to every skeptic at the table – which was all of us – that I never actually saw the voice nor did I even know his name.
The Bartender brought coffee and desserts and the chitchat resumed until it ended abruptly when Lou, wanting to get to the bottom of the mystery without wasting any more time, insisted that I, Tell that silent voice of yours to say something. I then heard the voice speak one word, Something, the minimum that Lou asked him to say.
From the expressions on the faces of those sitting with me at the table, I realized that none of them heard the voice and so I told them what the voice said. Looking at Lou look back at me I could tell he thought I was too far gone, too mental, too whatever and therefore harmless no matter how hard his terrified cloud of demonic darkness tried to convince him otherwise.
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Denise offers the prompt word “yarn” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
When we were back in Room 215 of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro and I heard Moxie tell the red-headed writer that she couldn’t go into the cafe, I asked the voice if he had to stay here as well. Having gotten more acquainted with him I was glad to hear that he could go with me wherever I wanted to go and for as long as I wanted him to accompany me. So, we went to the cafe where we saw the tall, thin man entertaining Lou and Aurelia eating cake with coffee.
Since Aurelia said that the cake was very tasty we ordered some and went to sit at an inconspicuous table in the back. However, from Lou’s direction I sensed a cloud of demonic darkness zero in on my face to tell me, We’re going to send flowers of condolence to your next of kin after we’re done with you.
Realizing that I had only one sentence left with which to defend myself and I still hadn’t used the prompt word “pinch” I was surprised that the cloud suddenly backed away shaking in terror when it heard the voice by my side say, YOU again?
Seven years ago I thought the flood of Genesis 6-9 was a local event (if not a myth). Five years ago I began considering the possibility that the Genesis flood might have actually happened as a global event.
To make sense of how it could have happened globally I studied catastrophic plate tectonics (CPT). This is a theory based upon secular plate tectonics which claims that there are plates supporting the granitic continents which rapidly subducted into the Earth causing tsunamis to flood the land. My doubts about CPT arose when I realized that it couldn’t explain the source of the mile high sediments over the continents nor could it (any more than secular plate tectonics) explain how plate subduction could have ever got started.
Then I began studying the hydroplate theory (HPT) to look for a more satisfying explanation for a global flood. With HPT I found out where the mile high sediments came from, where radioactive elements in the continental crust came from, where comets, asteroids and trans-Neptunian objects came from and why the side of the moon facing us has dark lava flows on it.
Over the past seven years I went from thinking Noah’s flood was a local event to thinking it was a global event to realizing that whatever happened it was so drastic as to leave its mark on many of the planets and moons of the solar system. If HPT were correct in describing what Genesis 7:11 meant by the foundations of the great deep being broken up and the windows of heaven being opened, what happened during the global flood (and what we are still recovering from today) was an horrific global catastrophe.
Some Resources
The 9th edition of Walt Brown’s In the Beginning is available on Amazon and it can be read online for free at the Creation Science Center.
The video below provides 1) an overview of what happened during the Genesis flood according to HPT, 2) a biography of Walt Brown and 3) a description of the reaction to HPT by some creationist organizations as seen from two proponents of HPT.
For a more detailed description of HPT see Bryan Nickel’s playlist below.
Real Science Radio is a creationist organization that has promoted HPT for some time. Below is Bob Enyart’s presentation of HPT based on the 8th edition of Walt Brown’s In the Beginning.
Just after we got to the roof of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro, delayed because the voice had to catch his breath, I saw the tall, thin man high tail it down the stairs because of some talk about thunder. The voice told me I had three options: 1) get wet, 2) run for cover or 3) tell the storm to skip this particular roof while every thing else gets soaking wet. I chose option 3.
While enjoying the storm I asked the voice if he had any other words of wisdom he figured I ought to know. He said, If you’d abide, you’d rejoice, your load would lighten and you’d finally get something worthwhile done.
After the storm popped the heat wave like a balloon and we were walking down the stairs, I observed that we didn’t get wet at all out there on the roof and the voice said, You did choose option 3, remember?
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Denise offers the prompt word “balloon” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
For those trying to figure out what’s going on here pay attention to this verse in the song: “My love is stronger than the universe.” It may not help, but it is a nice verse.
Just after the invisible voice closed the door to Room 215 of the Six Sentence Cafe & Bistro and asked me why I was leaving so soon, the tall, thin man opened that door and told me to follow him to the roof where we would meet the red-headed writer, Aurelia, Ms Pie and maybe even Brigid and Felreil, Mimi,Cai and – who knows? – many others.
I asked the voice if he knew the way to the roof in case the tall, thin man went too fast for me to keep up and he said, Of course.
As I left Room 215 I could tell that the voice was nearby by such comments as Nice weather we’re having or Hope the sun comes out real soon or Do you think we will have a thunder storm tomorrow? At the end of the hallway past the steel door propped open with milk cases I climbed the sketchy stairs until the voice complained of exhaustion and told me to stop and rest for a moment or two. When I stopped so he could catch his breath, I asked him if there was something he wanted to tell me back in Room 215.
While he spoke I listened and then we continued our climb to the roof with no further need for words to be said.
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Denise offers the prompt word “thunder” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 