Archive for March, 2017

The Truth Is A Lie

It appears truth has evolved to be what we want to believe in order to justify our actions, or lack of same. In other words, the ends justify the means; if a lie gets us the results we want, then we deem it our truth.

People are not blind; we might fool them—temporarily—with our words, but they will soon know the truth of our hearts by what we do. I heard someone say recently our children learn more from watching how we live our lives than they do from what we tell them. We can tell them how dangerous alcohol and drugs are, but our words are meaningless if we then go to the refrigerator and get a cold beer and drink it in front of them. And no matter how you try to explain it, they are likely to determine there is no truth in your words, but your actions speak loud and clear.

I am convinced that when we love Jesus and allow His spirit to dwell within our hearts, we will not walk in darkness, but in the light of His love and truth. Don’t talk about loving Jesus, do it! He—the truth—will set you free!

If we say that we have fellowship with him and walk in the darkness, we lie, and don’t tell the truth. 1John 1:6

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There It Is!

One Saturday afternoon a few summers ago I was taking a walk around the small lake at the RV park we were staying at and came upon an old boat. It looked as though it had been there for a while; leaning precariously to one side, weeds grown up around it, paint chipped and faded, and the body spider-webbed with cracks.

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We were pretty good skiers, but no, this is not me and Ed. We weren’t THAT good!

As I looked at the boat, Uncle Marvin came grinning into my thoughts; I can still see his big smile. Some of my best childhood memories are of the times he took us to the lake. Those summers and trips to the lake were awesome.

I can still envision me and my cousin, Ed; huddled shoulder-to-shoulder on one side of the back seat, staring intently at the landscape whirring past. We were filled with anticipation, and around every bend in the road we’d search anxiously for that first view of the lake. And then, finally, we’d shout in perfect triumphant harmony, “There it is!”

Yes, that old boat leaning to one side there in the weeds might seem like just an old boat to some who pass by it, but to me it holds a boatload of memories.

Uncle Marvin and Cousin Ed are no longer with us, but the wonderful memories of them and the times we spent together at the lake on those glorious summer days will never leave my mind.

 

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Reach Out and Touch Someone

In a novel I read about the Vietnam war a scene was described; while on a night patrol, it was so dark the soldiers had to reach out and put their hand on the back of the man in front of them so they could know they were going the right direction. I think the guy in front must have been a Christian.

When we have faith in Jesus, knowing He’s with us at all times, we won’t be afraid, and His light will guide us through even the darkest jungles of this life, no matter what form they take.

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Cookies Are Like Songs!

One of my many hobbies these days is making cookies, and as you might expect, I like to experiment. I’m always concocting some derivative of one recipe or another, and a good percentage of the time the end result is a mighty tasty treat! Now, I realize cookies are like songs, and most of them have already been done by somebody somewhere, but hey… they’re new to me!

Here’s today’s experiment:

Candy Apple Cookies

 

Preheat oven to 375candy apple cookies

1 ¼ CUP FLOUR

½ TSPN BAKING POWDER

½ TSPN SALT

1 STICK BUTTER

1/3 CUP SUGAR

½ CUP BROWN SUGAR

½ TSPN VANILLA

1 EGG

1 MEDIUM APPLE (DICED REALLY SMALL)

½ CUP CARAMEL BITS

MIX FLOUR, BAKING SODA, AND SALT

MIX BUTTER, SUGAR, BROWN SUGAR, VANILLA AND EGG

ADD DRY INGREDIENTS TO CREAMED MIXTURE

ADD DICED APPLE AND CARAMEL BITS

BAKE FOR 10-12 MINUTES

NOTE! Parchment paper is an absolute must!

If you’ve never used parchment paper on your cookie sheets, try it! It’s awesome!

Also! This recipe makes about 3 dozen cookies. Double it if you have cookie monsters in the house!

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One Ringy Dingy

Mom and Ray are back in Oklahoma again, but that doesn’t mean Mom intends to do without the goodies I got her hooked on while they were living with us. Such things as apple bread, all kinds of cookies, homemade jalapeno cheese bread, homemade jam, and so on. So, Monday morning, as I was deciding what to fill the box with for Mom’s twice monthly shipment, I thought she’d probably appreciate it if I included some of my world famous pecan waffles. We freeze them, and then toast them; kind of like an Eggo, but oh… a THOUSAND times better! I ship the stuff to her priority, so she gets them in two days, and puts them in the fridge or freezer.

Here’s the weird part; I put the package in the mail around noon on Monday, and Mom called me at about 6:00 P.M. that evening. She says, “When you put my next package in the mail, there’s something I want you to include.” I said, “Too late, it’s already on the way.” Mom said, “That’s okay, but next time, would you send me some pecan waffles?”

one ringy dingyWow! Mom and I have always had a “connection”, and it seems we read each other’s minds quite often. But, this instance of it was maybe the most amazing one yet! It was as if she called it in!

 

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What’s in Your Dream?

I slept fitfully last night, having odd dreams that made little sense, and waking multiple times. I’ve always been intrigued by dreams, and it seems to me my mood when I awake in the morning is often determined by the dreams I’ve had. The following poem is a vague description of a dream I had several years ago. I awoke with a sense of dread and remorse in my heart that was hard to shake. I had no idea what the dream, or dreams, could mean, I just knew how I felt, so I tried to recapture the feeling in this poem.

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Best Dog Ever!

She was just a mutt, but smart as a whip, and a person couldn’t ask for more loyalty and love than she gave us.

If the Clock is Ticking

The old dog makes pitiful soundsdog-office-0031

Sleeping there by my desk

Sometimes she sounds almost human

Whining as she sneaks toward the end

There’s a ringing in my ears

Not loud, but steady

Not that it bothers me

I just notice it at times like these

Times when the house is silent

And I’m alone with my thoughts

And the ringing

And the old dog

The ceiling fan moves the air

Ever so slightly… soundlessly

If the clock is ticking…

I can’t hear it

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

 

 

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