Today my local paper had a story about a church that is planning a book burning on Halloween. The pastor and the 14 members of the church plan to gather and burn Bibles and books by Christian authors like Billy Graham and Rick Warren. The pastor explained that the KJV Bible is the true Bible while the other Bibles to be burned are “satanic” and “perversions.”
What really caught my attention was the name of the church…
Amazing Grace Baptist Church.
There’s just something about that name….
Yesterday afternoon I saw a bumper sticker that actually made me laugh out loud.
“My Opinions Could Never Fit on this Bumper.”
Every time I am in Panama I think how wonderful it would be to receive from God the gift of tongues. I would love to be able to teach and encourage my brothers and sisters without having to depend on a translator (though I am very thankful for the translators who have blessed my ministry).
The following (which I received from a friend) kind of captures how helpless I sometimes feel.
A man was driving across the southwest USA when his car just quit. He popped open the hood of the car and started looking around. A hispanic family pulled up behind him to see if he needed any help. The man could not speak Spanish, but he knew one Spanish phrase that he layed on them. “Mi toca de discos esta disconpuesto” (My record player is broken). The hispanic family looked at each other in bewilderment and layed their only English phrase on the man, “Merry Christmas.”
As a service to readers of this blog, I have from time to time included information about tasty foods like the Luther Burger and chocolate covered bacon. But today, I think I have found something that will just make your mouth water — chicken fried bacon. Check out the four minute video below.
Listen for this instant classic line: “Hey this is good…it just needs more salt.”
**And for those who haven’t figured it out, I am posting this with dripping sarcasm, I am not actually recommending that you cook up a batch of this.
Thanks to my friend Vicki for the link!
We don’t have an organist where I go to church, but that doesn’t mean I can’t identify when one of them starts making confessions!