Report Card DAY?

Thank you for the many tokens of encouragement that you are giving me!

What a thoughtful son you are! A quarter here and a dime there, really go straight into my encouragement quotient. Maybe I'll get all of the dishes finished today? You are a great encourager, my dear.

What are the enemies frozen into? Thoughts on Man Of Steel {

The conflict between the tools that we use to pass the faith onto our children and the faith that we pass on to our children is sometimes a bitter one. We hold onto the tools and sometimes not onto the Lord of the tools. Are we battling for the attachment to the tools of our faith or the God of our faith? sometimes, God Himself has to chisel us out of our own devices. we are so immersed in our traditions and they will not save us. If Judaism didn’t save the inheritors then certainly our pagan tools will not save us. How long, Lord will you suffer their perspectives of supremacy over one another? God Himself is separating between our preservation of our culture or our relationship with God.

Pray for the peace of Jerusalem, If you cannot pray thusly for their salvation, Who were, as it were, the legitimate children of God, your faith is in vain. Whose neck is suffering because your foot is attached to it? That kind of faith and domination will not save.

Not supremacy or subjugation, but close attachment to one another. We must let go of our exalting ourselves and our deprecation and see the image of God in each other. Learning to love one another and pray diligently for the means of propagation of the faith that each tradition has blessed us with is the serious and earnest fight for our generation.

"Please, Lord, give us our time and our future for Jesus!" Amen.

We're coming a long way, baby. Thank you, Mr. Wilson for a great concert.

What, My Son?

Fifteen seems to diminish the questioning. I miss it somehow. All of the pepper that was from 5 years old to 14, grow into a commanding personality. I am grateful for the sermons on "Solomon's School" that prepared me for this. The old pastor strongly reproved the young men for the attitude that they naturally would have toward their aging mother. I said to myself, how could a "godly" young man develop such an attitude and still be in the "wisdom" school at home. I see now, my son through your and your elder brother's behavior. I watch you hold yourself back from reproving your parents and sometimes stumble because you see our flaws very clearly. Asking the questions and answering them was a much more comfortable season. God give us grace to live peaceably, in spite of ourselves. I love you and you love me! God grant us to submit to God rightly, in Jesus' Name.

15 there is certainly never a wish better than this...

Write Rites or Write Rights?

Hats off to the two of you. I call it a Rite that you would go through the corn maze in the pitch black of the night. I consider it a rite of passage into adulthood.

For me, it was a daily maze through the tunnels of NY. Past neighborhoods and faces of every hue and all strangers. Don't Talk to ...? I think I sang that as a song to myself in my traverse of looking through the nameless millions of people I passed. It was so ingrained that there were a group of 3 ladies that we saw everyday who gave me a gift for graduation because they knew us. I was so touched and never even said hello. I am a part of you, their gift said. You are a part of me and we are a part of this huge metropolis and still lovingly silent, because we didn't accost one another on the way. Or trip oneanother here or there. We picked eachother up. This is a dark place, the subway. This is an unfriendly city, but we are who we are and it is only unfriendly to the misunderstanding and strangers.? Don't talk to...?

Even with the bitter experience of the subway, some phobias hold me captive to my nerves. Be reasonable? That is a sin, they preach. Overcome it and get over your past? Maybe? God will show us the way through the subway of our nervous systems. You who are strong ought to bear the infirmity of the weak. I see God showing us that the "Fear of God" is the beginning of wisdom. Let us Write and Right and Rite ourselves through the cornfield of our limitations into the liberty of Personal Ability and agility and Ascendancy. One more step from a "Sophomore" to a "Junior".! Hooray for you!

"I am 15 and I am a Moron, but I won't always be a Moron, I will become a Sophisticated Man, one day. Those are the wings you are breaking in this puzzle." mom