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July 13, 2005 

Today's Queue Stories
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Movies and The Bible

Bill Walker

wildbill6807@yahoo.com

Been lot of years since I been to a movie house. Picture shows we use to call them, I don't know what they are called today.  I am sure there is some fancy name, it don't brother me none.  You see I have seen the best there was to see in way of movies.

Most movies, well a lot start out based on truth, end up a lot of fiction  A lot are taken from a book someone wrote. Sometimes, most of the time the writer of the book says his story was murdered. I know the movie people do that with one book a lot.  Seems like they play loose with that book.   You may have a copy of the book in your home. Once in a while you see a copy in a church also. It is called the Bible, the book of books, the best seller of all times. The book most read, most wanted book in the whole world, bar none. The book people has lost their life over, the book a lot of old time church leaders did not like for people to have.  There was some reasons for that. Books are a way out of the dark, one can learn if has a book. Some church leaders though, still think that if the mass of people had the book of books in hand, maybe they would find out the leaders would lose control, and we can't have that.

Lot of years back in time, the best control of people was keep them in the dark.   Now that not only fit the normal run of the mill kings and queens and  royal upper crust, but the leaders of the church group. Any unschooled person can be taken down the path, any path. We can tell them anything, and if we tell it often enough, they will believe it.  Just be sure they have no means to find out we are a fake.  How?  Well keep books of learning out of their hands. At one time it was a crime for the normal run of the mill people to have a Bible.

Now getting back to movies. There has been lots of movies made about Jesus.  Here we have what the Bible tells us, then we have the movies. A lot of the movies may start out to tell us the truth, then we get strange things worked in, fiction.  Now there is some reason for this.  The writers of the books in the Bible, things that happened was common at the time. Those writers never thought times and things would change.  They did not write down every detail. So therefore today we, well there is things that we kind of guess at just how did this happen? The movie people has a field day with these things.

Now the one thing we don't understand is the death of Jesus.  Each of of thinks we understand in some fashion. Let me tell you something. The nails to me is a hangup, i have thought a lot about that. I have done a lot of reading and thinking.

Now first I must tell you I sure am no medical expert.  I may have worked some on the outer edge of medical field, but I do know a couple things.  Now I don't believe the nails were placed in the hand as we speak of the hand today, the palm that is. Now if the nails went into the wrist, let me take you on a side trip.

If you look at your wrist, you will see the veins, those are in such a place, a nail would almost cut them, i think would, no all most about it.  Now some years back I was called on a case.  This young puppy found out his true love was not so true. He made a couple cuts at his wrists, wasn't very good cuts as he only nipped the veins.  He did not want us, or a trip to get bandage up.  If we would have been able to bandage him the bleeding was stopped, but he wouldn't let us do that.  A doctor was called.  Now this doctor was of the old school.  He looked at him and said the hell with it, I am going  You guys can come back in a couple hours, he will either bandage it his self, or be passed out from lose of blood, then you can take him to the hospital, but he isn't going to die anyways soon.  Now this is what I am thinking about the cross.  If the veins were nipped, Jesus would pass out from lose of blood in a given amount of time.  We already know he was in shock, the beating, and so on. I also know shock can kill a person if not treated. I have seen that a few times.   I had a case where a rail thin one at that went through a man, the place was really not a life taker, but he died from the shock more then anything. Maybe I should say, if he had been found in time, he might have lived.

Now we do know there was ways the Romans hung a person on a cross, it depended on how mean and nasty they wanted to be at the time. The Bible don't tell us just every little detail. About all we get is he was nailed to the cross, and a rough idea of time.  But the movie people has at times made a lot of their ideas of what and how. 

About Me:

Well I'm a story teller, not a writer. Never learned the art of fancy English. I

happen to live in Nebraska, but I'm still Missouri. Never married, all the Dollies I

ever took a second look at was too smart. Now at 74, just turned that other day, I

figure they all home safe. I love Doggies and Dollies in that order. Lost my two

true friends this year, that be Tinker and Poo. So I found me a new one. This

time a little girlie Peke. She is a normal female. Got a mouth, talks all the time.

She will never be a great writers of stories like Tinker and Poo. They have

about 50 stories on HWS. And now writing back from Rainbow Bridge.

I just try to write about people, places and things best I remember. Have something

over 250 stories on HWS. under three names.   

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A Dangerous Double Dare

Nanci Stroupe

We were all playing out in the street as it approached dust in the late afternoon.  I was having a good time on the borrowed bike that I was riding.  Tommy and his younger brother Michael were also riding their bikes and Michael hollered at me with a loud "Nanci, betcha won't climb to the top of the water tower," well, I never even thought of climbing that big ole water tower, but he had dared me and then he did the worst, he said, "Nanci, I double dare you."  Well, most of the kids knew we could not avoid a double dare unless our mothers called us in and we had to go. And so that is when me, Tommy and Michael rode our bikes straight and fast to the end of our street and parked them. Most of our friends had followed us curious as to how far I would go or if I would make an excuse like I was sick or something. No, I went right in the gate with Tommy right on my heels, Tommy was the oldest of our group and I was already madly in love with him. I don't think that was why he followed me, I think he was afraid I would fall and he would get in trouble because he was the oldest and therefore he should protect the rest of us.  To me it meant he cared and it gave me courage. Tommy tried to get me to stop but there was no stopping me. I went up the steps and they were very steep, like a ladder and in many levels. Well, to this day I don't know how I did it but I did it.  I went to the very top of that tower. I really did and Tommy was right there beside me and he was trembling all over. I felt so proud. Until I looked down and then I thought whoa, how did I ever get up here? Tommy said it was getting dark and we better start down so he got in front of me and down we went. The kids were quiet as they could be, afraid a neighbor would see us and call the police I guess. It took forever but we finally got to the bottom and to tell you the truth my legs were so wobbly I didn't think I would be able to ride the bike home so I gave the bike back to his owner and ran for my life home. I was so glad to be home.  I was red in the face and breathing like a train engine. Mama asked me what I had been up to but I evaded her questions and asked for a snack before my bath and bed. I think I drank a gallon of water. At that time I told no one else about my little escapade and my buddies didn't tell either.  I guess we were all afraid of getting in trouble going into a security fence and all.

But now I tell my grandchildren and I have told my children so many times they are sick of it. Every time we ride down the street and I see that old water tower, I use to ask them if they knew that when I was a young girl that I had climbed to the top of that tower, it was like I had climbed Mt. Rushmore or something.  And you know that water tower is still there, reminding me of what a foolish young girl I was and how I had escaped a very dangerous double dare.  I sure learned a lesson from that, I never climbed water towers ever again but I did other things, maybe I will reveal some of them later, at another time.

Nanci Stroupe

onenoni@aol.com

About Me:

Nanci has written numerous stories for a lot of different editors and really loves to write and also to read all of the talented writers who send their stories in. She also gets a lot of pleasure just being with her husband of forty-seven years, Doug Stroupe. He has been her Guardian Angel all of these years.

 

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A FIRE IN THE NIGHT

By: Joseph J. Mazzella

     I can still remember that late summer night when I was eleven. I can still remember my Grandmother's scream that woke me from my sleep. I can still remember my brother grabbing me out of bed and yelling that there was a fire in the house. I can still remember the confusion as we all ran through the smoke filled rooms towards the front door. I can still remember my Mom seeing our little dog at the last instant and picking him up as we ran out the door. I can still remember all of us standing there wearing only the night clothes we were sleeping in while my Grandma's 50 year old house burned to the ground in a matter of minutes along with everything we owned. The flames that burned down our house also burned that memory into my mind forever. I can still see my Mom, Dad, brothers, Grandma, and I standing there crying and wondering what we were going to do after losing everything we had.

     It was only later that I realized that God in His love and goodness had ,in fact, spared us from losing the one true treasure each of us had: our lives. Every essential thing that we needed had come out that door with us. Our hearts, minds, bodies, and souls were all unhurt and that was all we needed to live in love and joy again. We were still a family. We were still together. We could still hold each other, laugh, and share our love and happiness at being alive. Soon thanks to the goodness of our community and extended family we had replaced what material things we had lost and moved into another home. I would never again, however, consider the things of this world as important as the love we share from our hearts and the joy we spread from our souls.

    One day all the things we now own will like that house turn to ashes and dust. Let us not waste our lives living for them. Let us instead focus on what is essential, what is eternal, and what is truly important in this life: loving each other just as God loves us.

Joseph J. Mazzella
joecool @ wirefire.com

Joe lives in West Virginia with his wife

and three children. Various dogs and cats

have adopted Joe and his family for their

own. Joe enjoys his family, beauty, love

and hearing from his email friends. Joe

likes to take the time to smell the

roses and enjoy the beauty around him

as he goes about his daily life.

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Poetry Section

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Listen

Sharlett Hunt

Listen to the wind,
Listen to it blow,
What it will say,
Your heart will know.
 
Listen to the birds,
Their song they sing,
About the joy
This moment brings.
 
Listen to the sky,
In different hues,
The rainbow's
Yellows, reds and blues.
 
Listen to the rain,
A soothing sound,
Melodies of splashing,
On the ground.
 
Listen to your soul,
Inside will be,
The answers only
God can see.
Sharlett Hunt  11/23/03
Used with Permission  **~

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The Cycle of Life

Sharlette Hunt

She was born alone in poverty
No bed on which to lie,
Her dad a drunken abuser,
She hung her head to cry.

At age fourteen, a pretty girl,
She grew to like the boys.
She liked to drink the beer they bought,
She loved their fancy toys.

She married much too young,
And at fifteen she had a son.
Her drunken career was started then,
A battle never won.

The party never seemed to stop,
She could not be a wife.
The abuse her dad had put her through,
Had ruined her pitiful life.

I was born alone in poverty,
My mother's life was gone.
I hated all the things I saw,
The wicked seeds were sown.

It wasn't very long, before,
I, too, began to drink.
I didn't have to face my life,
I didn't have to think.

A world of sorrow hidden here,
A life so hard to see,
Till one day when it happened,
I could face reality.

It wasn't long ago that He
Became my newfound Friend.
I opened up my heart ,
And I began to let Him in.

My life changed so completely,
I'm so grateful to be free!
I live a sober life today,
The cycle stopped with me!
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    Sharlett Hunt

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One More Day

Sharlett Hunt  5/2/01

Just for today, I ask you, Lord,

To help me do what's right

And do those things You'll have me do,

To try with all my might.

Today I want to walk with you

And share abounding Love,

Your gentle spirit guiding me,

With light from up above.

I thank you for this day, Dear Lord,

And all you give to me,

The blessings I receive are just

The way you said they'd be.

And sometimes when I lose my way,

And feel that life's a task,

You ease the burden of my load,

When all I do is ask.

Sharlett Hunt

Sharlette863 @aol.com


About Me:

I was born in Alabama, the middle of
seven children. At about age four we moved
to Central Florida and I have lived here
most of my life. I am a Viet Nam Era
Veteran. I have always enjoyed writing
and as I get older it seems to come more
naturally to me. I believe
everyone has many stories inside them and
some are blessed to be able to share them.

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Prayer Requests and Updates

Good afternoon dear friends:

Rosie is happy to rest and heal...

When I take her out potty she goes to the gate where the steel bolt injured her leg so badly and she sniffs and just stands and looks at it, "Like why did you hurt me"...? 

The vet will take the drain out of her leg this evening...  Please pray that it won't be painful for her.

Thank you for your love and prayers!

Love,

Barbara

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