DAVID POSED NAKED

Pornography in ancient times is quite evident from the ancient writings and artwork that are available. I don’t suppose there ever was a time when men have not used women in images, writing, or otherwise against Gods intended purposes… and for that matter women-men.


Even the Bible documents such things, mostly in relatively simple language, but in King David’s case in fair detail. David had a porn problem. (first when he was a popular young kid he did like a lot of young stars today and posed nude for Michelangelo…<-{humor} I know Michelangelo wasn’t even born when David lived. (He carved the statue using a photograph of David) Ok ok, a little fun, but David really did have a porn problem.


Read…2Sa 5:13 “And David took him more concubines and wives out of Jerusalem, after he was come from Hebron: and there were yet sons and daughters born to David.”


And…V. 13. David took, &c.-This may well be reckoned amongst David's miscarriages, the multiplication of wives being expressly forbidden to the king, De 17:17. It seems to have been his policy, that hereby he might enlarge his family, and strengthen his interest by alliances with so many considerable families. But all these did not preserve him from coveting his neighbour's wife. Rather they inclined him to it: for men who have once broke the fence, will wander carelesly. (John Wesley’s notes on the old testament)


Every man (one) is “tempted when he is drawn away of his own lust” right?…(2Sa 11:2) “And it came to pass in an eveningtide, that David arose from off his bed, and walked upon the roof of the king's house: and from the roof he saw a woman washing herself;… ‘and enticed‘…and the woman was very beautiful to look upon“….


“Then when lust hath conceived… (3)‘And David sent and enquired after the woman. And one said, Is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite?’ it bringeth forth sin:… (4)‘And David sent messengers, and took her; and she came in unto him, and he lay with her; for she was purified from her uncleanness: and she returned unto her house.’ and sin, when it is finished…And the woman conceived, and sent and told David, and said, I am with child‘. bringeth forth death“…(2 Sam 11:15) And he wrote in the letter, saying, Set ye Uriah in the forefront of the hottest battle, and retire ye from him, that he may be smitten, and die‘.

Here’s the whole picture described in the letter from James chapter 1:14; “But every man is tempted, when he is drawn away of his own lust, and enticed.
15 Then when lust hath conceived, it bringeth forth sin: and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death.”… and death… and death… and death…


Watch the progression…(2Sa 12:1) “Thus saith the LORD, Behold, I will raise up evil against thee out of thine own house, and I will take thy wives before thine eyes, and give them unto thy neighbour, and he shall lie with thy wives in the sight of this sun.”


(2Sa 12:13) “And David said unto Nathan, I have sinned against the LORD. And Nathan said unto David, The LORD also hath put away thy sin; thou shalt not die….14 Howbeit, because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme, the child also that is born unto thee shall surely die“.

Sin when it is finished brings forth death?… Who’s death?… Uriah died, the child died, David and Bathsheba suffered a kind of death.


Who dies when we sin? Our friend?… our children?… our parents?… our spouse?


“Howbeit, because by this deed thou hast given great occasion to the enemies of the LORD to blaspheme…” where do we go from here? To the giver… to the river of life.


Jas 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning. (Jas 1:21) Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls.

VINYL IS NOT FINAL

We are not a rich family, but God has graciously provide all our needs, and given us a comfortable place to live. I have been finishing our house for about 25 years. Only recently did I finish the almost final thing on the house; the dining-room. I have waited for all these years for just the right materials for the walls. Hurricane Rita has provide that in the form of 10” redwood fence planks. These fence boards were well weathered and had plenty of character.

But… I don’t want to talk about the dining-room, I want to talk about finishing the house. You see, a couple years before I finished the dining-room I remodeled the bath-room. That’s right, I remodeled the bath-room before I finished the house. We like it. My wife got the fixtures she wanted. Everyone loves the design and the pine beaded planking on ceiling and walls accented by white beaded panels at the fixtures. The floor we chose was not real expensive, but we all liked the textured plank look of the fiberglass backed vinyl.
It’s a nice comfortable place to read a short novel or meditate for a while. I even installed one of those little fans in the ceiling (at my wife’s request). I think its to make noise so your not disturbed by things going on beyond the door.

Well… a coupla days ago I was sittin there meditatin… makin faces outta tha texture on the floor when I noticed it. Right there tween my feet it was. I wadnt quite sure whadit was till I looked closer. Then I sure nuff knew. A knife cut in my new vinyl floor.

I’ll just leave it right there for YOU to discuss. I gotta tell ya I seen this kinda thing before and after id gone through termites, dog scratches, pine-beetles and such I figured it out. This time I jus cut to the chase. This time I knew right off it was a knife cut. Now… who dun it, and what am I gonna do bout it. You tell me….

MY JESUS

My Jesus is… well, not what He used to be. He’s not now, nor ever really was beautiful.
Wait, wait, wait… before you condemn me to everlasting torment, let me explain. I know there are many popular songs and such that proclaim His beauty, but that seems a little too feminine to me. Powerful, magnificent, even tender and loving, but beautiful just is not in my vocabulary towards men.

Besides “…Isa 53:2 For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him. 3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. “

I said, He’s not what He used to be; its not really Jesus that’s different, it’s stuff that’s different. I never did really go hog wild about it but I use to wear a hat with several “Christian “ symbols on it. When I look back I’m pretty embarrassed by the whole thing. Jesus was on my hat instead of in my heart.

You see… my Jesus is the obedience, compassion, love, mercy, grace, perseverance, strength, humility, power, wisdom… that I see in his life recorded in the scriptures. These are the things I desire to permeate my life. My desire is to have him smile on me as I imitate him through the strength of His spirit.

My Jesus is no longer pins on my hat. I suppose there my be a place for the symbolisms, but I hope the SUV with the two big fish and three little fishes truly has a home devoted to God. I hope all those folks wearing WWJD bands around their wrist … have visions of the blood of martyrs for Christ flowing through their veins. I hope those T-shirt people have warm spirit filled bodies underneath those “ Abreadcrum & fish “ threads. I hope we all remember that Jesus didn’t draw crowds by His advertising, but by His life.

My Jesus is my savior, my hero, my hope, my Lord…. Or did I just invent my own SUV sticker…?

Lord… Take my life and let it be consecrated Lord to Thee…. Sigh….

NICE FISH

What a catch! Nooo, not the fish; Me. Did my wife get a deal when she got me! I use to have a little dimple fore I got a little heavy. I have a very complicated personality giving her plenty to do figurin me out….

Not really. I’m talkin bout the fish. He’s one of my one year old pond raised babies. He weighed in at 3 ¼ pounds, and was more than a meal for my little family of three.

I got tired of takin a boat out spending all day and not catchin fish, so I dug my own pond, stocked it with channel cats and hybrid blugill. Now If we want fish for supper I net a few grass shrimp, and go fishin in the pond. One is all I need, and if I happen not to catch any at least I didn’t spend all day and gas doin it.

I’m just blessed. God is good.

MY THREE DOTS ...

My three dots (…). Three dots have a specific place in proper punctuation. They mean something has been left out that was not necessarily needed to convey the thought, but had to be recognized as being there (briefly). This is often used when quoting a source but only drawing attention to the content including pertinent information.

MY THREE DOTS …are for meditation. They are when I take a little stroll into my mind to think deeper into the subject than I am sharing with you. It is an invitation for YOU to think beyond my written words into those things that are closer to you. Take a long stroll. Take a long stroll. Look back into your life when this subject touched you. Look forward to when it may. Dwell there… (I’ve given you three whole dots worth of time to stay) then move on with me.

MY THREE DOTS … are a sigh… a sadness…a journey… a madness… You never really know, but it’s always an invitation to walk down my pipeline with me…. (My pipeline? That’s another story.)

COULDA SHOULDA WOULDA

Is there no end to the things we can desire? I submit that there is no end, and that marketers and advertisers will never let you forget it. “Look, here’s a better car, look, a better house, better food, better toys, better cloths, better body, better tools, better job, better husband, better wife, better vacation, better haircut, bla bla bla, bla bla bla…

A lady might say; “You know, if only I had waited till I was 30 to get married I would have been able to enjoy my younger years, or If only I had gotten married younger I wouldn’t have had to work and could have enjoyed my younger years.”

Some one might wish they were born in different neighborhood, or maybe a different time. Maybe a man might wish he had married a woman with a big ranch and lots of money. How bout that nicer car and bigger house.

A married woman might wish she had a job outside the home so she could make more money to buy more stuff, or a woman who had to work wish she could stay home. How bout that pretty kitchen in Southern Living magazine, or the fancy machine in the sewing magazine. Maybe she wishes she looked like Marie Osmond, or Marie Osmond looked like Phyllis Diller.

Some man might want a bigger truck, a motorcycle, how bout a fancier new cell phone… another set of games for the “Wii”… a better this a bigger that. I’m kinda tired of thinking like this aren’t you?

Lets try to be more Godly, and learn to be more content with the things God has so graciously provided… It’le be very rewarding.


Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee. (Heb 13:5)

But godliness with contentment is great gain. (1Tit 6:6)

SHORT OF THE GLORY OF GOD

We all know we have sinned. That’s not a very hard concept to grasp. When we look back on our lives, or yesterday for that matter we cringe at the falls and transgressions that appear when we just consider. Problem is we tend to go through life making choices based on other than Gods will. We just blindly follow our lust. We don’t stop to consider very much at all unless it has to do with our 401k or something important like that.

Short of the Glory of God. I’m afraid I can’t fathom how I could come close to the Glory of God. What if in some minute way I might reflect His Glory…I feel like I tarnish it the next instant. I certainly have no glory of my own.

Short of the Glory of God? I walk in Christ footsteps like a drunk man trying to walk the line in a field sobriety test. Rivers of living water flow from me like a faucet plugged with the mineral deposits of decades of bad water.

My desire is to come near to the Glory of God. My prayer is to please him, do His will, and have him remember my sins no more. When I look at my sins, my weakness, my failures, I need not be reminded that I have sinned and come short of the Glory of God… but… When I consider… I realize that the Glory of God is come near unto me.

Praise God for His tender mercies and grace.

NEW YEARS, WHAT'S THE FUSS

Talk about on the same page… the bald headed man (Gabe) (he’ll hate that) wrote a blog about New Years day. I had planned a blog on the same subject. I mean, what’s all the fuss. A new year happens every day.

How much energy and cost goes into celebrating THAT day. God gives us a new day every morning. His mercies are new every morning. The past is behind us every morning.
Perhaps New Years day is a good day to think of Gods providence… but what day isn’t.

It surely is a good day to be thankful for His goodness …no… that’s Thanksgiving day isn’t it.

I suppose it’s good to have days marked on the calendar to remind folks to remember Gods goodness… but do we?

New years eve; I bought a few fireworks for the kids, we ate party foods, I went to bed bout 8:45 thankful as always.