Indulge my obsession with this tree. I was wrong again. It's still peaking! Our friend Tom, who lives with us, planted tomatoes and zucchini around its base earlier this summer and has watered them religiously. The crepe myrtle has never been so ecstatic!
"You have to work hard to offend Christians. By nature, Christians are the most forgiving, understanding, and thoughtful group of people I've ever dealt with. They never assume the worst. They appreciate the importance of having different perspectives. They're slow to anger, quick to forgive, and almost never make rash judgments or act in anything less than a spirit of total love . . . No, wait--I'm thinking of Labrador retrievers!" David Learn, 1998
Monday, August 29, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
To those on the East Coast
We're praying for all of you in Hurricane Irene's path!
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Former Iranian radical makes angels happy
Why I renounce Islam and choose Christ Pray for Reza Kahlili, our new brother in the faith.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Our crepe myrtle is peaking!
New photos added.
I guess when I posted the pictures of our crepe myrtle blooming back on July 30 it hadn't peaked after all--because look at it now!
I guess when I posted the pictures of our crepe myrtle blooming back on July 30 it hadn't peaked after all--because look at it now!
Crepe myrtle in our back yard from neighbors' front yard. |
Their bouganvillia is in foreground. (Our house is on the right.) |
View from our bedroom balcony. |
We have been enjoying meals on the patio under this magnificence. |
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Two neat opportunities
1. HARVEST http://www.harvest.org/crusades/2011/anaheim/ Harvest just ended at Angels Stadium in Anaheim, California but if you weren't there, you still haven't missed it! You can watch all three nights of wonderful music, stories and interviews with people like Bethany Hamilton, who still wins championships for her surfing despite losing one arm to a shark, plus powerful, personable messages by Greg Laurie. (There will be another Harvest at 6 PM on Sept. 10 at the Dodger Stadium in L.A. See http://www.harvest.org/crusades/2011/los-angeles/get-involved/upcoming-meetings.html You need to get there 3-4 hours early, if you can.)
2. METAMORPHOSIS www.illustramedia.com has just produced a beautiful documentary, Metamorphosis: The Beauty and Design of Butterflies, filming the transition of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly inside the chrysalis, evidence of intelligent design. You can read about it, see a trailer, order the DVD and/or--if you live in Southern California-- attend the premiere screening in Fullerton on Sept.17.
2. METAMORPHOSIS www.illustramedia.com has just produced a beautiful documentary, Metamorphosis: The Beauty and Design of Butterflies, filming the transition of a caterpillar becoming a butterfly inside the chrysalis, evidence of intelligent design. You can read about it, see a trailer, order the DVD and/or--if you live in Southern California-- attend the premiere screening in Fullerton on Sept.17.
See you on Sept. 10th at Dodger Stadium in LA and September 17th at Plummer Auditorium in Fullerton!
Saturday, August 13, 2011
END-TIME ISRAEL - 2
Messianic perspective, Temple Aviv Judea publication
Many of us can relate to periods of our life when we sit and contemplate where we are at in life. Sometimes we sit on the mountain peaks, while other times we are in the valleys. Through the mountains and the valleys, we can see the hand of G-d. We can see His tapestry masterfully woven together and can see how all the pieces have been perfectly connected. During the times in the valleys, we cannot see past the next hill, and we have to trust HaShem to get us through. When we are on the mountain peak, we can see the past and even get a glimpse of the future. It takes so much more faith when you are in those valleys.
As believers in Messiah Yeshua, we understand that reading the Tenach is like looking out over the valley, but not being able to grasp what is ahead. As believers, we sit on the mountaintop called the Brit Chadasha [Newer Covenant] and looking back we see the Tenach in a totally different perspective. We see that there is ONE Messiah who plays two roles: the suffering servant [Isaiah 53] and the Conquering King [Zechariah 14]. . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Many of us can relate to periods of our life when we sit and contemplate where we are at in life. Sometimes we sit on the mountain peaks, while other times we are in the valleys. Through the mountains and the valleys, we can see the hand of G-d. We can see His tapestry masterfully woven together and can see how all the pieces have been perfectly connected. During the times in the valleys, we cannot see past the next hill, and we have to trust HaShem to get us through. When we are on the mountain peak, we can see the past and even get a glimpse of the future. It takes so much more faith when you are in those valleys.
As believers in Messiah Yeshua, we understand that reading the Tenach is like looking out over the valley, but not being able to grasp what is ahead. As believers, we sit on the mountaintop called the Brit Chadasha [Newer Covenant] and looking back we see the Tenach in a totally different perspective. We see that there is ONE Messiah who plays two roles: the suffering servant [Isaiah 53] and the Conquering King [Zechariah 14]. . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Friday, August 12, 2011
END-TIME ISRAEL - 1
Miracles Happening in Israel
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Isn't it amazing that Israel is more in the
news than ever--just as the Bible predicted it would be in the end
times? What human Nostradamus could
have foreseen that Israel would become the flashpoint of history thousands of
years after the Jews were dispersed throughout the world? Jews are hated more
than ever and targeted for annihilation by radical Muslims. The Bible says in
the last days every nation will turn against Israel. Even though America is not
mentioned in prophecy, this must mean America will also turn against
Israel.
Yet God is abundantly blessing Israel. . . (Continued)From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Thursday, August 11, 2011
PREPARING FOR PERSECUTION - 5 (of 5)
Joy in Persecution
"I hope nobody calls me a hero, because I know the facts about the bitterness that blazed in my heart that year. I knew, for example, that I was supposed to forgive my captors but the truth is that I often hated them not only for snatching me away from my family and the simple comforts of a life I loved, but also for forcing me to see a side of myself I didn't like. There was a Gracia I barely knew existed: fearful Gracia, selfish Gracia, bitter Gracia, angry-at-God Gracia. Every once in a while, Martin and I talked about the fruit of the Holy Spirit as listed in Galatians 5 and how much we wanted to see love, joy and peace in our lives. 'All I see is sadness and grief and sorrow,' I'd say. 'How can we produce the opposite?' . . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
"I hope nobody calls me a hero, because I know the facts about the bitterness that blazed in my heart that year. I knew, for example, that I was supposed to forgive my captors but the truth is that I often hated them not only for snatching me away from my family and the simple comforts of a life I loved, but also for forcing me to see a side of myself I didn't like. There was a Gracia I barely knew existed: fearful Gracia, selfish Gracia, bitter Gracia, angry-at-God Gracia. Every once in a while, Martin and I talked about the fruit of the Holy Spirit as listed in Galatians 5 and how much we wanted to see love, joy and peace in our lives. 'All I see is sadness and grief and sorrow,' I'd say. 'How can we produce the opposite?' . . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
New book on Hiroshima and Nagasaki: Atomic Cover-Up
DemocracyNow.org interviews Greg Mitchell, author of "Atomic Cover-Up: Two U.S. Soldiers, Hiroshima and Nagasaki and The Greatest Movie Never Made" at Atomic Cover-Up: The Hidden Story Behind the U.S. Bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Mitchell also co-authored (with Robert Jay Lifton) "Hiroshima in America: A Half Century of Denial."
TODAY'S POST BELOW.
PREPARING FOR PERSECUTION - 4 (of 5)
God's Provision in Persecution
Dear brothers and sisters,
In persecution, we have the opportunity to depend on God alone and in response, He provides for us. God provides His presence and leading. He promises to go through persecution with us and give us peace. He promises to fill our mouths with His words when we are put on trial: "When they arrest you and hand you over, do not worry beforehand about what you are to say, but say whatever is given to you in that hour; for it is not you who speak, but the Holy Spirit," Mark 13:11.
This provision may not look like what we expect. . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Dear brothers and sisters,
In persecution, we have the opportunity to depend on God alone and in response, He provides for us. God provides His presence and leading. He promises to go through persecution with us and give us peace. He promises to fill our mouths with His words when we are put on trial: "When they arrest you and hand you over, do not worry beforehand about what you are to say, but say whatever is given to you in that hour; for it is not you who speak, but the Holy Spirit," Mark 13:11.
This provision may not look like what we expect. . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Take two
Every morning, religiously, Jerry and I check out two websites: NASA's Astronomy Picture of the Day and WorldMag.com's Editorial cartoons.
For balance, we recommend them both.
TODAY'S (BELATED) POST BELOW.
For balance, we recommend them both.
TODAY'S (BELATED) POST BELOW.
PREPARING FOR PERSECUTION - 3 (of 5)
Preparing for Persecution (Practically)
For those of you for whom persecution loomed in our future as a sure thing when we heard the outcome of the election, has that sense of clarity and urgency faded? Do you now feel those presentiments were irrational, exaggerated, even nonsense? Please think through the following decisions anyway and keep this in case the need for it ever seem imminent. . . (Continued)
From my blog, BONUS FEATURES
For those of you for whom persecution loomed in our future as a sure thing when we heard the outcome of the election, has that sense of clarity and urgency faded? Do you now feel those presentiments were irrational, exaggerated, even nonsense? Please think through the following decisions anyway and keep this in case the need for it ever seem imminent. . . (Continued)
From my blog, BONUS FEATURES
Monday, August 8, 2011
30,000+ at Day of Prayer
"We need another Dunkirk" - Day of Prayer report
Besides 30,000 who attended the Houston event in person, people of God across the nation participated in Saturday's Day of Prayer via 1,300 satellite viewing stations in all 50 states. Jerry and I only heard about it at the last minute, so participated on our own. If you didn't, I hope you will have your own day of prayer, after the fact. It's not too late. When you see all God's answers, you will want to be able to say, "I had a small part in that!"
TODAY'S POST BELOW.
Besides 30,000 who attended the Houston event in person, people of God across the nation participated in Saturday's Day of Prayer via 1,300 satellite viewing stations in all 50 states. Jerry and I only heard about it at the last minute, so participated on our own. If you didn't, I hope you will have your own day of prayer, after the fact. It's not too late. When you see all God's answers, you will want to be able to say, "I had a small part in that!"
TODAY'S POST BELOW.
PREPARING FOR PERSECUTION - 2 (of 5)
Preparing for Persecution-Spiritually
"Bittersweet days. How exciting/frightening to be living in the midst of so many fulfilled prophecies!" RW, wife, mom, grandma, Bible teacher and artist, Southern California
Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Surrounded by wildfires (2008), this seems a good time to discuss preparing for persecution. We need to plan ahead for the probability of persecution just as we plan ahead for the probability of natural disasters. . . (Continued)
From my blog, BONUS FEATURES
"Bittersweet days. How exciting/frightening to be living in the midst of so many fulfilled prophecies!" RW, wife, mom, grandma, Bible teacher and artist, Southern California
Dear Brothers and Sisters,
Surrounded by wildfires (2008), this seems a good time to discuss preparing for persecution. We need to plan ahead for the probability of persecution just as we plan ahead for the probability of natural disasters. . . (Continued)
From my blog, BONUS FEATURES
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Eyes left
My mother's testimony, The Phoenix and the Dove, is now posted in full to your left. Click on the book cover.
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The Phoenix and the Dove
PREPARING FOR PERSECUTION - 1(of 5)
Post-election balance and the future
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Dear sisters and brothers,
Republicans, conservatives, Christian journalists and talk show hosts are weighing in on why Barack Obama won the (2008) election when we prayed so ardently that he wouldn't. One well-known pastor who prophesied that Sarah Palin would be the 44th Vice President, rather than admitting, "I was wrong and therefore I fail the Biblical test for a prophet," implied there hadn't been enough prayer, enabling the devil to thwart God's will. Another said, "We did 'give it our all'. . . Tragically, it ended in defeat."
Beloved ones, nobody thwarts God's will and He is never defeated (Job 42:2). . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Invitation to make today a day of prayer and fasting
TODAY'S ORIGINALLY SCHEDULED POST IS BELOW THIS ONE. From Texas Governor Rick Perry, Longview, Texas:
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GUEST COLUMN for Hiroshima Day: Coming of Age with Hiroshima's Mourning
NEW ANTI-NUKE FILM: Knocking at the Devil's Door: Our Deadly Nuclear Legacy: screenings August 5-11 in New York (4:20 PM and 8:00 PM, The IFC theater, Ave. of the Americas / Waverly Place) and Los Angeles (3:00 PM and 7:30 PM, Laemmle Sunset 5 Theater, 8000 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood)
Friday, Aug. 6, 2010
Coming of age with Hiroshima's mourningFriday, Aug. 6, 2010
By JANE BRAXTON LITTLE
Special to The Japan Times
GREENVILLE, Calif. — I arrived in Hiroshima looking for a party on Aug. 6. I was 23 and starved for American jokes, American English, American company. For the past year I had been living with a Japanese family and teaching English in Wakayama, where the only other American women I knew of were an older teacher and a pair of middle-aged nuns.
GREENVILLE, Calif. — I arrived in Hiroshima looking for a party on Aug. 6. I was 23 and starved for American jokes, American English, American company. For the past year I had been living with a Japanese family and teaching English in Wakayama, where the only other American women I knew of were an older teacher and a pair of middle-aged nuns.
Hiroshima seemed to be the elixir for my loneliness, a relief from the awkward mannerisms I had assumed in an effort to fit in with my Japanese hosts. I knew the city would be crawling with foreigners coming to observe the anniversary of the event that had made Hiroshima an international household word.
I, too, wanted to pay my respects to the city we had blown to smithereens. I was too young to remember the bomb but had grown up with Quaker pacifists who could not forget it. Most of my parents' friends were conscientious objectors who chose prison and government work camps over fighting "the good war."
As a high school student I had made my own small antiwar statement by refusing to evacuate my suburban Philadelphia classroom during air raid drills. At Wakayama University I flaunted my pacifism by singing a Peter Seeger antinuclear tune in Japanese.
In Hiroshima I set out on my own, amazed by the glass and steel high-rises that grace the broad avenues of the rebuilt downtown. Unlike traditional Japanese streets raucous with boys on bicycles delivering udon noodles in porcelain bowls, Hiroshima was cosmopolitan. And it was filled with foreigners.
I gravitated toward the English speakers, enjoying the escape from being the American professor and the anonymity of being one of many young blondes.
Bu the time the memorial celebration got under way, I was freelancing my fluent Japanese to American and British TV crews covering the day as if it were an athletic event.
I might not have noticed the woman with the cropped hair and ill-fitting gray silk dress if a cameraman hadn't zoomed in on her.
She was stooped, seated in a cobblestone courtyard on folded legs before a black-and-white family photograph flanked by vases of golden chrysanthemums. In my eyes she looked old but she could have been middle-aged, a young mother on Aug. 6, 1945.
Maybe the other foreigners and their cameras emboldened me. Forsaking the respectful distance I generally accorded my Japanese hosts, I moved within 35 mm range and clicked off a shot. She noticed me, hissing her disgust. Embarrassed, I apologized.
Apparently stunned that I had understood her, she stared hard at me as if trying to reclaim her privacy. I expected her to slip into the vaporous deference I had become accustomed to for uttering even the clumsiest of phrases in Japanese. Instead, she took me on.
In the shadow of the bombed-out hulk of the six-story Atomic Dome — one block from the Peace Museum entombing the outlines of children's bodies radiated into the sidewalks where they happened to be captured at 8:15 a.m. on their way to school — there in the Hiroshima Memorial Peace Park, I became this woman's token American aggressor.
It was my government, my president who unleashed the horror of the atom bomb on Japan. It was my country, my people who turned her home into an inferno roiling with flames that seared the living and the unborn alike. We — I — had murdered her daughter, her only son, her aged father and over 100,000 members of her national family. Her voice swelled from tight-lipped anger into furious rage before it struck a high-pitched frenzy, keening from word to word like an atomic wind leveling everything in its path.
A small crowd gathered. Other mourners joined in. Soon the words of the woman on folded knees were part of a chorus lamenting untold losses, grieving their fear of helplessly handing down contamination to their children and their grandchildren's children.
I listened. This was a voice I had not heard from the generous families who had invited me into their homes. I had not heard it from my students, a cocky new generation bent on shucking the humilities of their elders and the oppression of a war that ended before they were born.
The Hiroshima mourners vented a national anguish and a pointed blame I could not have imagined behind the traditional Japanese stoic silence.
Finally spent of words, the woman in gray bowed deeply to her photograph and flowers, gathered them up and walked off with a curt nod in my direction. The crowd drifted into the sea of people milling around the Peace Park. The TV crews had long since left in search of action. I stayed seated until the bent legs beneath me revolted.
August 6, 1945, forever changed the world. Hiroshima is witness to our capacity and our willingness to destroy. I left the city humbled, my pretentious pacifism eclipsed by survivors destined to see that blinding flash replayed over and over again in horrific silence, a ghastly tape without a soundtrack.
I, too, wanted to pay my respects to the city we had blown to smithereens. I was too young to remember the bomb but had grown up with Quaker pacifists who could not forget it. Most of my parents' friends were conscientious objectors who chose prison and government work camps over fighting "the good war."
As a high school student I had made my own small antiwar statement by refusing to evacuate my suburban Philadelphia classroom during air raid drills. At Wakayama University I flaunted my pacifism by singing a Peter Seeger antinuclear tune in Japanese.
In Hiroshima I set out on my own, amazed by the glass and steel high-rises that grace the broad avenues of the rebuilt downtown. Unlike traditional Japanese streets raucous with boys on bicycles delivering udon noodles in porcelain bowls, Hiroshima was cosmopolitan. And it was filled with foreigners.
I gravitated toward the English speakers, enjoying the escape from being the American professor and the anonymity of being one of many young blondes.
Bu the time the memorial celebration got under way, I was freelancing my fluent Japanese to American and British TV crews covering the day as if it were an athletic event.
I might not have noticed the woman with the cropped hair and ill-fitting gray silk dress if a cameraman hadn't zoomed in on her.
She was stooped, seated in a cobblestone courtyard on folded legs before a black-and-white family photograph flanked by vases of golden chrysanthemums. In my eyes she looked old but she could have been middle-aged, a young mother on Aug. 6, 1945.
Maybe the other foreigners and their cameras emboldened me. Forsaking the respectful distance I generally accorded my Japanese hosts, I moved within 35 mm range and clicked off a shot. She noticed me, hissing her disgust. Embarrassed, I apologized.
Apparently stunned that I had understood her, she stared hard at me as if trying to reclaim her privacy. I expected her to slip into the vaporous deference I had become accustomed to for uttering even the clumsiest of phrases in Japanese. Instead, she took me on.
In the shadow of the bombed-out hulk of the six-story Atomic Dome — one block from the Peace Museum entombing the outlines of children's bodies radiated into the sidewalks where they happened to be captured at 8:15 a.m. on their way to school — there in the Hiroshima Memorial Peace Park, I became this woman's token American aggressor.
It was my government, my president who unleashed the horror of the atom bomb on Japan. It was my country, my people who turned her home into an inferno roiling with flames that seared the living and the unborn alike. We — I — had murdered her daughter, her only son, her aged father and over 100,000 members of her national family. Her voice swelled from tight-lipped anger into furious rage before it struck a high-pitched frenzy, keening from word to word like an atomic wind leveling everything in its path.
A small crowd gathered. Other mourners joined in. Soon the words of the woman on folded knees were part of a chorus lamenting untold losses, grieving their fear of helplessly handing down contamination to their children and their grandchildren's children.
I listened. This was a voice I had not heard from the generous families who had invited me into their homes. I had not heard it from my students, a cocky new generation bent on shucking the humilities of their elders and the oppression of a war that ended before they were born.
The Hiroshima mourners vented a national anguish and a pointed blame I could not have imagined behind the traditional Japanese stoic silence.
Finally spent of words, the woman in gray bowed deeply to her photograph and flowers, gathered them up and walked off with a curt nod in my direction. The crowd drifted into the sea of people milling around the Peace Park. The TV crews had long since left in search of action. I stayed seated until the bent legs beneath me revolted.
August 6, 1945, forever changed the world. Hiroshima is witness to our capacity and our willingness to destroy. I left the city humbled, my pretentious pacifism eclipsed by survivors destined to see that blinding flash replayed over and over again in horrific silence, a ghastly tape without a soundtrack.
After teaching at Wakayama University, Jane Braxton Little earned a Harvard M.A. in Japanese cultural history. A freelance writer and photographer in northern California, Little has returned to Japan several times as a journalist. Many of her articles are posted on her website: www.janebraxtonlittle.com
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Friday, August 5, 2011
PREPARING FOR PERSECUTION - Prequel 2
50 Evidences We are Living in the End Times
by Dr. David R. Reagan, Founder and Director, Lamb and Lion Ministries
Jesus said we would not know the day of His coming but we would recognize the "season" by the signs leading up to it. Like a jigsaw puzzle, it takes a long time to find where the first pieces go but as the puzzle gets closer and closer to completion, the pieces start to fit in faster. That's what we sense happening. The Lord's return is near!
Here is a transcript of a DVD listing 50 of those signs which have already been fulfilled. . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
by Dr. David R. Reagan, Founder and Director, Lamb and Lion Ministries
Jesus said we would not know the day of His coming but we would recognize the "season" by the signs leading up to it. Like a jigsaw puzzle, it takes a long time to find where the first pieces go but as the puzzle gets closer and closer to completion, the pieces start to fit in faster. That's what we sense happening. The Lord's return is near!
Here is a transcript of a DVD listing 50 of those signs which have already been fulfilled. . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
Thursday, August 4, 2011
PREPARING FOR PERSECUTION: Prequel 1
Living in the End Times
Dear Brothers and Sisters,
A few weeks ago, a friend had me listen to a CD by Dr. David R. Reagan of Lamb and Lion Ministries, speaking on "50 Reasons Why We Are Living in the End Times." Ever since I attended Multnomah Bible College over 40 years ago, I have heard many people talk about our being in the last days but the evidence then never convinced me. This did. . . (Continued)
From my blog BONUS FEATURES
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