tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105428172024-03-07T16:26:58.999-05:00Count All Things But LossBehold, the eye of the LORD is on those who fear Him, On those who hope for His lovingkindness --Psalm 33Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.comBlogger221125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-70719279039721228882011-11-09T21:50:00.007-05:002011-11-09T22:12:38.037-05:00Our First CruiseThere is a back story for this series of posts, but I will go back and tell it later. Right now, suffice it to say that we are taking our first cruise.<br /><br />We started our trip on Monday, November 6, 2011. Instead of traveling south, we headed north to Michigan.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYBcQ_H2uncJmhLP476AYjgJzp3_5F9eCfPG7XJmNpk_FiOw_ktMxbJeeRJn6YnvIMtwPh7bjIuz0HWxkiOdqqki1sZjauFlDdjyWT9qjRZ_i02Jr65vK2-h43wtPHnfRedmzVA/s1600/DSCF2365.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfYBcQ_H2uncJmhLP476AYjgJzp3_5F9eCfPG7XJmNpk_FiOw_ktMxbJeeRJn6YnvIMtwPh7bjIuz0HWxkiOdqqki1sZjauFlDdjyWT9qjRZ_i02Jr65vK2-h43wtPHnfRedmzVA/s320/DSCF2365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673195365206545538" /></a><br />Of course, we had to pick up a copy of Glen's birth certificate, and out marriage license; but the best parts of this leg of the journey was Whitey's Restaurant, an old favorite of ours, where they sang "Happy Birthday" to Dad...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3NAv68XegfLt1Ze3H4tbkROHhzX2KB7AWCKkb9cdW4n3mmuataSbNQLZLX94kegkvjHZTJYnUX5ZxaXrcoD60f9jXhbB4mtQ9sPQegakZK36AWWUHT62Nz_48S8Ei9VIfkyxLA/s1600/DSCF2371.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo3NAv68XegfLt1Ze3H4tbkROHhzX2KB7AWCKkb9cdW4n3mmuataSbNQLZLX94kegkvjHZTJYnUX5ZxaXrcoD60f9jXhbB4mtQ9sPQegakZK36AWWUHT62Nz_48S8Ei9VIfkyxLA/s320/DSCF2371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673196382292976226" /></a><br />...a night with my love at the Comfort Inn in Davison, where we have spent Christmas times in recent years when we have been able to get home for the holidays...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuLie89YzANjoGLZDxIpxpC2v3ZiwOZ4_x79r2qEnqr-hp-Xf46poNDQ1JMhU9v708lvg1KNmrFZUKizj7zWs4OT9D7fFMy0wfsG5wL89vsGHa-jf8nmVulTeTjS_zZXWUqBULg/s1600/DSCF2373.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFuLie89YzANjoGLZDxIpxpC2v3ZiwOZ4_x79r2qEnqr-hp-Xf46poNDQ1JMhU9v708lvg1KNmrFZUKizj7zWs4OT9D7fFMy0wfsG5wL89vsGHa-jf8nmVulTeTjS_zZXWUqBULg/s320/DSCF2373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673197937357236386" /></a><br />...and most of all, of course, a night at Tom and Ginny's for Dad, and a sweet visit with Tom and Dick for Glen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVmbtOUOd4EBlHECoe4xJqCFBUF2GpLAEQaIZEk_T2FLDd2VQIyjoUxmDuaESvtykpbOw7fE__TthxWOwhftdtON_h-myAfipPhUnykOr2JvUbD2bdOx17MKxsNnCssBgPxnSzA/s1600/DSCF2374.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAVmbtOUOd4EBlHECoe4xJqCFBUF2GpLAEQaIZEk_T2FLDd2VQIyjoUxmDuaESvtykpbOw7fE__TthxWOwhftdtON_h-myAfipPhUnykOr2JvUbD2bdOx17MKxsNnCssBgPxnSzA/s320/DSCF2374.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673198960466526066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HgIMe0ycuPvgJBtSyKJdqfKfdUdzqGnKHabi3FGTiH0zgE7XjPWm93yBWDwM8CHvriOABbkALeGxTsZJB75iRVXkJpvbhOzcQvVtvL-k1TJNwdrhQFlQ7_gY7JGyomAx0O91Wg/s1600/DSCF2376.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HgIMe0ycuPvgJBtSyKJdqfKfdUdzqGnKHabi3FGTiH0zgE7XjPWm93yBWDwM8CHvriOABbkALeGxTsZJB75iRVXkJpvbhOzcQvVtvL-k1TJNwdrhQFlQ7_gY7JGyomAx0O91Wg/s320/DSCF2376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673199467550228242" /></a>Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-71661974377207886592010-12-06T07:25:00.000-05:002010-12-06T07:26:52.216-05:00Set Yourself Ablaze at Christmas, or Anytime!Once again, from long ago on the <a href="http://www.baylyblog.com/2005/12/o_tidings_of_co.html">Bayly Blog</a>, my favorite story:<br /><br /><blockquote><p>Christmas, 1988, N Train<br /><br />A young woman we know writes: It was the gilt-edged pages that gave him away. Most people who read the Bible on the subway have a small pocket edition and keep it to themselves. This young man looked as if he had come away with the family King James. Otherwise, he was ordinary-looking; gray jacket, plaid scarf, blue jeans, white sneakers, bristly brown hair; a gold wedding band. He waited until the N train had pulled out of the Queensboro Plaza station and was under the East River, and then he read aloud, "In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus…" A groan went out from my fellow-passengers.<br /><br />Talk about a captive audience. The train was too crowded for people to switch cars. And New Yorkers will put up with all sorts of things rather than give up their seats on the subway. I couldn’t help thinking that the young man was lucky there were no maniacs aboard and no piles of stones at hand. But no matter how you feel about being force-fed the gospel under the East River it holds up better than the Times or the Post or the subway ads for Dr. Zizmor, dermatologist. Anyway, no one moved. No one said, "Oh, shut up." No one wanted to be identified as an irreligious loner at Christmastime.<br /><br />I found myself criticizing the young man’s intonation. He had a good strong voice, but the words rocked up and back unvaryingly: "…to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child." When he was done, and the shepherds had rejoiced, he changed--thank goodness--his rhythm. He started singing "Joy to the World." He sang two full verses of it, again in a good, strong voice. But no one joined in. I was tempted, partly because I felt sorry for him--singing in the face of so much hostility--and also because I’m a sucker for actual human voices raised in song, as opposed to canned carols such as one hears in Doubleday (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum) and in Barnes & Noble (gloh-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-oh-ria). But I was sitting next to a man rigid with pain and fury at having his subway meditations interrupted, and I felt sorry for him, too. Especially when the young man finished singing and began to preach, reminding us that we were all God’s creatures on the N train and that for each of us He had a plan. God’s creature next to me was probably thinking that he didn’t take the subway to fall in with God’s plan--he took the subway to get to Fifty-ninth and Lexington.<br /><br />(“The Talk of the Town” in The New Yorker, Dec. 26, 1988.)</p><p> </p></blockquote><br /><br />So go out and light yourself on fire! What have you got to lose?Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-39180750907995801382010-12-04T07:34:00.002-05:002010-12-04T07:55:13.034-05:00God, again, saved a baby!On Thursday, December 2, Ginger and I were at Planned Parenthood to witness God doing what only God can do.<br /><br />Sometimes we begin to think that our words, tone, mannerisms and techniques are essential for this work. I learned again with Pablo and Kim a week before Thanksgiving, as I hoped in my compelling speech and despaired in what seemed to be a lack of response; only to rejoice in God's great mercy and power to save.<br /><br />I don't remember speaking in particular to this couple as they went in. Suddenly, though, they came out. It was too early for them to come out after an abortion. They didn't seem to be coming out for a smoke. As they came away from the door, the man put his arm all the way around the woman and snuggled her, almost protectively in his body. I thought he intended to protect her from us, because he looked at us, then walked through the gathering of guard and escorts. As they walked the length of the parking lot to their car, they walked with a peculiar spring in their step.<br /><br />Ginger said that she thought he sneered at the escorts as he went by, while I thought he sneered at us. Ginger thought they changed their minds, while I was skeptical.<br /><br />As they drove past us, we intended to try to get them to roll down their window, but it was already down. The man, grinning from ear to ear was hanging out the window as he came to a stop near us. I said, "You guys didn't..." He said, "We are not going to do it!" We gave him our pamphlet anyways, and said if they need anything, to give us a call, and they drove away! <br /><br />We don't know how or why; we don't know their names or circumstances. God did what He does, and showed us His power and glory.<br /><br />Pray that this couple will humble themselves before God, that they will seek Him, and that He will draw them to Himself, granting them repentance and faith.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-1088444311373369742010-11-19T07:22:00.004-05:002010-11-19T07:35:46.738-05:00God, the Father to the fatherless, is able to do abundantly more than we could ask or imagine!Yesterday, at Planned Parenthood, God was pleased to save a little baby, and bring his father face to face with his sin, his past, his future, and his responsibility.<br /><br />The man came there, not sure if this was his child, and therefore unwilling to protect it. God put him in the position of father to this fatherless child.<br /><br />Unwilling to speak a word of defense for this child, God convinced him to give the child a chance, and yes, the ultrasound revealed to him, that God indeed made him this child's father. The family walked away: mother, father, and this little woman's fourth child.<br /><br />Alive, and together; thank God, they have a long row to hoe.<br /><br />They know they don't have to go through it alone.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-43777665482782853302010-10-24T16:50:00.007-04:002010-10-24T17:22:49.229-04:00Belated BirthdaySome time ago, I turned fifty. I'm fine with that. I look back over the last fifty years, and I see so many ways that God has blessed me when He was justified to curse me; preserved me when He was justified to destroy me; comforted me when He was justified to condemn me. Beside, all the people my age are turning fifty now!<br /><br />I have gotten many birthday cards over the years, but I was most delighted with a couple that I got from Lydia this year. She made them herself, and here they are:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8jIRnIZHI57sC8z8VkjppgTe464UD60Jttg5C-enGUoMKGddoKpRYY-tCMiObsHOg82BzPM1_6Q-1Ep3TjiilksGA5c6iWvAfqyLqpyjxyZX4vXIe02NrsjMHQx_iRJxPnFYFA/s1600/Birthday0001.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq8jIRnIZHI57sC8z8VkjppgTe464UD60Jttg5C-enGUoMKGddoKpRYY-tCMiObsHOg82BzPM1_6Q-1Ep3TjiilksGA5c6iWvAfqyLqpyjxyZX4vXIe02NrsjMHQx_iRJxPnFYFA/s320/Birthday0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531719023978154210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHTwuW57dcxI8oN1Di_6wrNdyNLlGO-3J_b8dDkQOi3itR6cdDHo9QmcLJeWix1DNhIxH_zUg5ojqsDO_w-EGoc11KtpyqjAFpKlEA8sd41N8EInHToi5WYIbrkQLK8uwvgq5TQ/s1600/Birthday0002.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTHTwuW57dcxI8oN1Di_6wrNdyNLlGO-3J_b8dDkQOi3itR6cdDHo9QmcLJeWix1DNhIxH_zUg5ojqsDO_w-EGoc11KtpyqjAFpKlEA8sd41N8EInHToi5WYIbrkQLK8uwvgq5TQ/s320/Birthday0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531721130458906114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This one was such a delight to me, and told me so much! I says, "Mom! You're always there when I need you..." When I opened the card, I saw illustrated many things I have told Lydia repeated, because I thought she didn't hear me.<br /><br />The inside caption, "and when I don't need you!" tells me that she heard me. She heard me say these superficial tidbits that she included in this card, and she heard also other things.<br /><br />This card, said one of those things, that this mother needed to hear. Yes, I needed to hear this. Thanks, Lydia.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmax9uvxt5Abl8lAOxncogXyiUSNH0DLuKtKX5ARTSd7yNMDaGBYOAFbJKmqiXfJNrvnDJAhXqXaS4sAhchS50KNF2QBMtOZcZHOXe3BWLUllo4aQEi5cSWNJbI2JhtvUa75Z2A/s1600/Birthday0003.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmax9uvxt5Abl8lAOxncogXyiUSNH0DLuKtKX5ARTSd7yNMDaGBYOAFbJKmqiXfJNrvnDJAhXqXaS4sAhchS50KNF2QBMtOZcZHOXe3BWLUllo4aQEi5cSWNJbI2JhtvUa75Z2A/s320/Birthday0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531723486579435234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH1n38DaAt544pjtR7FWcRhYHpCRQ9pyCNUq8Vnpvot7lY5x_1mpPxe82BYruDnDVXTqQbnay7kFhP8NUWJfqHSdxNvBKjM5TWYFdfSla_7GFsGbnNOLhSrtrw4YJpEDfKaSlCA/s1600/Birthday0004.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTH1n38DaAt544pjtR7FWcRhYHpCRQ9pyCNUq8Vnpvot7lY5x_1mpPxe82BYruDnDVXTqQbnay7kFhP8NUWJfqHSdxNvBKjM5TWYFdfSla_7GFsGbnNOLhSrtrw4YJpEDfKaSlCA/s320/Birthday0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531723759199852258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Father, I thank you for the blessing of daughters. I thank you for your mercy. Thank you that you remember not the sins of my youth. Thank you for making me a happy mother of children. Thank you for being Strength in my weakness. Thank you that you are sufficient to redeem the years that the locusts have eaten. Thank you, Father, thank you.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-1894818450662111082010-07-31T09:35:00.004-04:002010-07-31T10:53:56.990-04:00Consecration of the fight against Planned Parenthood to Jesus through MaryTwo weeks ago, my abortion protester friend, Marcelle left a message with Glen, because he got there before I did, and she had to go. It was a copy of a Catholic prayer specific to the abortion issue, but it was not the prayer that she had shown me a couple of weeks before that. Glen said that she thought that I might be upset with her.<br /><br />She wrote this above the prayer:<br /><blockquote>Please read this!!<br />The reason I am writing this is because I love you and I don'[t want any misunderstanding to separate our friendship. I am asking you to read this prayer that we pray so you will have a better understanding why we pray to Jesus through His Mother (a human being). I ask you to pray for me a human being why not with Mary a human being. A Mother's prayer is always powerful remember she is the spouse of the Holy Spirit and a child of God the Father as we also are. Thank you I love you!!!<br />Marcella</blockquote><br /><br />Here is the prayer:<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="font-weight:bold;">Consecration of the fight against Planned Parehthood to Jesus through Mary</span><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">NOTE: It is intended that this prayer should be said by the group fighting PP in their community together at some public gathering - perhaps in a church or outside Planned Parenthood. It would be said once and then repeated on an annual basis.</span><br />-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />O most Holy Mother of God, "who bore in your womb the very One who the heavens cannot contain," *to you we consecrate our efforts to stop Planned Parenthood's evil attacks upon humanity.<br /><br />Since God ordained to bring His son, Jesus, into the world through you, so we humbly ask that, through you, we will bring Jesus to the very doors of Planned Parenthood and into the hearts of all who work or enter there.<br /><br />With full confinece in you, we consecrate all our efforts, through you, to your Devine Son. Through your Immaculate Heart, we ask that you bring love and peace to all communities.<br /><br />Banish, we beg you, Planned Parenthood and its progeny from the face of the earth. Crush, once and for all, the head of the serpent that schemes and strikes every day, taking the lives and souls of our children.<br /><br />Holy Spirit, spouse of Mary, breathe forth a new and profound spirit of wisdom and respect for every human being's life upon those individuals who are employed by or volunteer their time or provide financial support for Planned Parenthood's efforts. Grant a softening of the cold, steely hearts that deny dignity and legal protection to all people, and grant that, from the first moment of biological development, the personhood of every human being be proclaimed and protected by law, respected by all, and honored as a unique and sacred gift from God.<br /><br />Blessed Mary, who has been granted power by God to assist those on earth, by that power may Planned Parenthood, its progeny, and all like-minded entities that exist to destroy the human person be permanently driven out of our communities, our country and our world, and may those who commit and promote these heinous crimes against humanity open themselves to a profound conversion of heart.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Amen</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Prayer approved by Bishop Emeritus John W. Yanta</span><br />*St. Louis De Montfort's Little Crown of the Blessed Virgin Mary, <span style="font-style:italic;">True Devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary</span> (Bay Shore, NY: Montfort Publications, 1980) p. 176-179.</blockquote><br /><br />There are so many things to say about this, that it is overwhelming. I will say just a few things now, and maybe come back to it again later.<br /><br />First:<br /><blockquote>Marcella I don't want a such a misunderstanding of the person and work and sufficiency of Jesus Christ to separate you from Christ.<br /><br />Mary was the wife of Joseph, not of the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit miraculously created life in Mary's womb, out of wedlock. The Bible speaks briefly, and matter-of-factly of Mary's other children, conceived through normal marital relations with her husband, Joseph.<br /><br />While the title of the prayer indicates that the pro-life efforts are consecrated to Jesus, through Mary, the first paragraph says, "to you we consecrate our efforts to stop Planned Parenthood..." In contrast, then the third paragraph says "With full confidence in you, we consecrate all our efforts, through you, to your Divine Son."<br /><br />The fourth paragraph begs Mary to banish Planned Parenthood et al. Here the prayer also speaks of Mary's work of crushing the head of the serpent, (this particular serpent being the one that schemes to kill children's lives and souls). This work was clearly spoken of as Christ's (the progeny of Eve) in Genesis.<br /><br />Any work of the Holy Spirit in this prayer seems to be strengthened by His relationship with Mary, not because He is God.<br /><br />Marcelle had told me that Mary was granted power by Christ on the cross to help mankind. The final paragraph in this prayer speaks of this power, but I cannot find this granting of power to Mary in Scripture.</blockquote>Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-1042585845931228692010-07-03T09:42:00.002-04:002010-07-03T10:42:55.524-04:00God Answers PrayerI have been unfaithful in the work that God has given to me to do. I have made the life and death, truth and lie issues at Planned Parenthood secondary to my own personal comfort and good name. Please forgive me if I have caused you to falter. <br /><br />This Thursday, I prayed that God would make His servant's mouth true, his feet firm and beautiful, and his hands holy. I prayed that He would give ears to hear to those who came and listened.<br /><br />This prayer was intended for myself at Planned Parenthood (and any other servant God sent there), and also for Glen, who I hoped would have opportunity to continue conversations with family.<br /><br />At Planned Parenthood, of course, my intention was to reach the woman who would kill her child, the lover or mother who brought her, and the cheery escorts who attend the approach to the chamber.<br /><br />The Holy Spirit of God, takes my prayers before the Father and makes them perfect. (Romans 8:26)<br /><br />When I got there, there were no protestants, however, the Catholics, who normally are gone when I get there were there in abundance. They were not standing around chatting as if they were done and getting ready to leave. They were kneeling and chanting. They had a friar, and a large picture. They were there for a while.<br /><br />I had to go around the block again, and park way down the street. This was God's answer to the prayer for firm feet. I, who would have been tempted to stay in my car, could not, and still say that I was there. I had to leave, by God's initiative, my car and put my feet on the pavement around Planned Parenthood.<br /><br />As I walked past, trying not to disturb their rituals, and present a friendly countenance to the young ones, I greeted Marcele, who always is friendly to us.<br /><br />I had little or no interaction with people involved in the killing at Planned Parenthood Thursday. I felt like my words were bouncing around the parking lot like rubber balls, but I took courage in Ezekiel 3:10 and Isaiah 55:5-11 and continued.<br /><br />The Catholics wrapped it up and began to disburse. Marcelle came over to greet me. She commented that she hadn't seen me in a while. I vaguely told her that I had lost my courage. I was ashamed when she said that she is never afraid. I was thinking that I do not need to fear when God is with me (Psalm 56:11), instead, I should fear God when I refuse to go where He sends me (Luke 12:5)<br /><br />She began to tell me that she fights that old devil all the time, and then she made a spitting sound like the mother in "Fiddler on the Roof". Then she told me to come with her and she would show me a new prayer they have. As we approached the dwindling group, a couple of them were wrapping up the large, ornately framed picture in a patted case. She said that many had been healed by this thing, or the statue in Mexico that it represented. I tried to tell her that it had no power, and she told me that she had seen many miracles, many miracles, but it was already wrapped up, so she couldn't show it to me.<br /><br />She asked someone for that new prayer to show me, and a young boy gave her a laminated card. She showed me the prayer, and it started out addressing Mary. I told her that I was sorry, but I just couldn't pray to Mary. She asked me why not, Jesus honored her. She told me that Jesus gave the world to her when He was on the cross. I told her that I didn't think so, but that He gave John the responsibility to care for Mary while He was on the cross. I asked her to show me next time.<br /><br />She told me that the Catholic church goes back to Peter. They have had many good and bad popes since then, but that they go back to Peter.<br /><br />She covered the introduction to the prayer with her hand, and showed me the third paragraph, which said that we implore you, who dispels heresies, to ... What she wanted me to see was something about protecting teenage girls. I asked her, who it was that they were praying to who dispels heresies. She passed it on to someone who was looking over her shoulder, and he said, yes, Mary does dispel heresies.<br /><br />She said, firmly that Jesus honored his mother, and we should to. I said that I agree that Jesus did (look at the wedding incident, and His care for her on the cross), but that Jesus saved her. Jesus intercedes for us. Jesus, alone is our saviour.<br /><br />These are the ears that God sent to hear. I hope that God was glorified. I think I showed her that I love her. I hope that God will give her ears to hear.<br /><br />Oh God, make your servant's mouth true, his feet firm and beautiful, and his hands holy. Give those who come ears to hear. In Jesus' Holy Name, Amen.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-34019211410711559202010-03-11T08:21:00.004-05:002010-03-11T10:41:02.611-05:00I am still here. God help me.On March 9, we watched a show on Mtv about some young people who had left the Amish community. It's part of Mtv's "True Life" series. This one was called "I'm Ex Amish." I don't know how to find links to it, or upload significant snippets, so I will try to express what impressed me about this show.<br /><br />I don't know a lot about the Amish, and I don't promote lifestyle as faith. I think they have a lot of things wrong, but most of us do. If, however, they are counting on the purity of their lives to commend them to God, then they are fatally wrong.<br /><br />One of the young people featured on this show was a young woman, who ran away from home when she was fifteen. She ended up in New York, and loved living there. She expressed a constant yearning, however, to have peace with her father. Finally, she contacted her family, and her father agreed to meet. With an Mtv crew in tow, she headed out to her family's home for a visit. She was scared and excited.<br /><br />When she was nearly there, she called her Dad. She explained to us that her family had since "moved to a more liberal church" and now had a phone. She was pleasantly surprised that her Dad was so friendly and welcoming on the phone.<br /><br />When she arrived at a normal-looking home, with modern conveniences, her regular-looking sister in a regular-looking dress greeted her excitedly. Her mother hugged on her, and her Dad smiled nervously. He wanted to talk to her alone.<br /><br />The Mtv crew hung out on the deck and listened in as the Father pleaded with his daughter regarding Jesus, Scripture and Truth. She stormed out, claiming that he didn't respect her. She drove home venting that she hates it when he comes at her with the Bible.<br /><br />This is heroic. I was impressed. The Dad was not pleading for the Amish, or for the lifestyle, or for the family or for customes or traditions. He was pleading in the name of Jesus for his daughter's life right in front of Mtv and everybody.<br /><br />What fear of God this is. What a putting-off of the fear of Man! This is loving the Lord first, which causes us to love our children, our spouses, our bretheren, and sinners.<br /><br />While I was out of the room, they "agreed to disagree" and she was welcome to visit, and willing to do so.<br /><br />Then her grandmother died. She was asked to come to the funeral, and her father bought her an airplane ticket to come: one way.<br /><br />She was infuriated that he disrespected her by not making the ticket round trip. She refused to come to the funeral, and they haven't spoken since.<br /><br />Did the Dad reject the daughter? No.<br /><br />The daughter rejected the Dad at each point and finally (up to this point). She actually desires the Dad, but the Dad is Christ's servant, and she will not have that.<br /><br />She knows where to find him, and she knows that she will find him with his Bible, and his Saviour.<br /><br /><blockquote>Teach me kindness, Lord, regarding customs and preferences, and a forehead of flint regarding truth and devotion to You.<br /><br />May they always know where to find me: right here with my Bible and my Saviour!</blockquote>Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-67216739180956538262010-01-20T08:50:00.005-05:002010-01-20T09:33:15.446-05:00To You, O Lord I lift up my soul; in You I trust, O my God!I am reminded again of this. I don't know if I am learning it again, or if I am just experiencing the reality of it afresh. Anyway...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">How faithful is God! and how fickle is man!<br />I again realize that I must in obedience witness to His truth, His holiness, and His judgment and great mercy; while realizing that the result is in His mighty hand. I again realize that God does not punch my time-clock, or strive to reach my quota. I am His handmaiden, His watchman. I am His slave, not He mine.<br /><br />The hearts of men, women and children are in His hand, not mine. These hearts are out of my reach, and yet, God puts them in my path and commands me to touch them. They are a field I walk through, and, not revealing what lies beneath, He commands me to sow the seed, and sometimes, to walk away. Did the seed grow? Did it rot and fertilize the weeds? Did anything happen at all? I must sow in obedience, knowing that sometimes, I will never, in this flesh, know. God knows that this obedience is for the seasoning of His servant, and He may also use this work to produce His fruit.<br /><br />His ways are much higher than mine, but His word will not go forth without accomplishing that which He desires.<br /><br />Sow the seed, servant, because your Master commands it.<br /><br /> Psalm 73<br /> 1 Surely God is good to Israel,<br /> to those who are pure in heart.<br /><br /> 2 But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;<br /> I had nearly lost my foothold...<br /><br /> 23 Yet I am always with you;<br /> you hold me by my right hand.<br /><br /> 24 You guide me with your counsel,<br /> and afterward you will take me into glory.<br /><br /> 25 Whom have I in heaven but you?<br /> And earth has nothing I desire besides you.<br /><br /> 26 My flesh and my heart may fail,<br /> but God is the strength of my heart<br /> and my portion forever.<br /><br /> 27 Those who are far from you will perish;<br /> you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.<br /><br /> 28 But as for me, it is good to be near God.<br /> I have made the Sovereign LORD my refuge;<br /> I will tell of all your deeds.<br /><br /><br /><br />THANKS BE TO GOD! </span>Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-40558888917202202672009-12-17T17:58:00.000-05:002009-12-17T17:59:33.803-05:00Set Yourself Ablaze this Christmas, or anytime!Once again, from long ago on the <a href="http://www.baylyblog.com/2005/12/o_tidings_of_co.html">Bayly Blog</a>, my favorite story:<br /><br /><blockquote><p>Christmas, 1988, N Train<br /><br />A young woman we know writes: It was the gilt-edged pages that gave him away. Most people who read the Bible on the subway have a small pocket edition and keep it to themselves. This young man looked as if he had come away with the family King James. Otherwise, he was ordinary-looking; gray jacket, plaid scarf, blue jeans, white sneakers, bristly brown hair; a gold wedding band. He waited until the N train had pulled out of the Queensboro Plaza station and was under the East River, and then he read aloud, "In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus…" A groan went out from my fellow-passengers.<br /><br />Talk about a captive audience. The train was too crowded for people to switch cars. And New Yorkers will put up with all sorts of things rather than give up their seats on the subway. I couldn’t help thinking that the young man was lucky there were no maniacs aboard and no piles of stones at hand. But no matter how you feel about being force-fed the gospel under the East River it holds up better than the Times or the Post or the subway ads for Dr. Zizmor, dermatologist. Anyway, no one moved. No one said, "Oh, shut up." No one wanted to be identified as an irreligious loner at Christmastime.<br /><br />I found myself criticizing the young man’s intonation. He had a good strong voice, but the words rocked up and back unvaryingly: "…to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child." When he was done, and the shepherds had rejoiced, he changed--thank goodness--his rhythm. He started singing "Joy to the World." He sang two full verses of it, again in a good, strong voice. But no one joined in. I was tempted, partly because I felt sorry for him--singing in the face of so much hostility--and also because I’m a sucker for actual human voices raised in song, as opposed to canned carols such as one hears in Doubleday (pa-rum-pa-pum-pum) and in Barnes & Noble (gloh-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-oh-o-o-o-o-oh-ria). But I was sitting next to a man rigid with pain and fury at having his subway meditations interrupted, and I felt sorry for him, too. Especially when the young man finished singing and began to preach, reminding us that we were all God’s creatures on the N train and that for each of us He had a plan. God’s creature next to me was probably thinking that he didn’t take the subway to fall in with God’s plan--he took the subway to get to Fifty-ninth and Lexington.<br /><br />(“The Talk of the Town” in The New Yorker, Dec. 26, 1988.)</p><p> </p></blockquote><br /><br />So go out and light yourself on fire! What have you got to lose?Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-79030275073589188142009-12-09T08:59:00.003-05:002009-12-09T09:15:22.703-05:00Once Upon a Time, Men Wore the Pants (warning, the following material may be offensive)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwA5oZooWCEl-V38ZJHtzkAlCbTvirZQlKcsnu0-NW8n_B0kA9ECtyD_QvO4DI3DJxP7gVcxghbxtxThSWDIanM3EBDKoIAyy352oaQRB4MEUuD0Os7f3TPozxIFduepm4vrz0w/s1600-h/dockersman-ifesto-1260222452.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwA5oZooWCEl-V38ZJHtzkAlCbTvirZQlKcsnu0-NW8n_B0kA9ECtyD_QvO4DI3DJxP7gVcxghbxtxThSWDIanM3EBDKoIAyy352oaQRB4MEUuD0Os7f3TPozxIFduepm4vrz0w/s400/dockersman-ifesto-1260222452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413239805666849746" /></a><br /><br /><br />If you click on this post title, you will be taken to a "WalletPop" article about this Dockers ad.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-45221415046452474432009-08-22T07:38:00.002-04:002009-08-22T07:42:52.723-04:00A Prayer for Our President Obama<blockquote> Endow the king with your justice, O God, <br /> the royal son with your righteousness.<br /> <br /> He will judge your people in righteousness, <br /> your afflicted ones with justice. <br /><br /> The mountains will bring prosperity to the people, <br /> the hills the fruit of righteousness. <br /><br /> He will defend the afflicted among the people <br /> and save the children of the needy; <br /> he will crush the oppressor. <br /><br /> He will endure as long as the sun, <br /> as long as the moon, through all generations. <br /><br /> He will be like rain falling on a mown field, <br /> like showers watering the earth. <br /><br /> In his days the righteous will flourish; <br /> prosperity will abound till the moon is no more. <br /><br /> He will rule from sea to sea <br /> and from the River to the ends of the earth. <br /><br /> The desert tribes will bow before him <br /> and his enemies will lick the dust. <br /><br /> The kings of Tarshish and of distant shores <br /> will bring tribute to him; <br /> the kings of Sheba and Seba <br /> will present him gifts. <br /><br /> All kings will bow down to him <br /> and all nations will serve him. <br /><br /> For he will deliver the needy who cry out, <br /> the afflicted who have no one to help. <br /><br /> He will take pity on the weak and the needy <br /> and save the needy from death. <br /><br /> He will rescue them from oppression and violence, <br /> for precious is their blood in his sight. <br /><br /> Long may he live! <br /> May gold from Sheba be given him. <br /> May people ever pray for him <br /> and bless him all day long. <br /><br /> Let grain abound throughout the land; <br /> on the tops of the hills may it sway. <br /> Let its fruit flourish like Lebanon; <br /> let it thrive like the grass of the field. <br /><br /> May his name endure forever; <br /> may it continue as long as the sun. <br /> All nations will be blessed through him, <br /> and they will call him blessed. <br /><br /> Praise be to the LORD God, the God of Israel, <br /> who alone does marvelous deeds. <br /><br /> Praise be to his glorious name forever; <br /> may the whole earth be filled with his glory. <br /> Amen and Amen. <br /><br /> This concludes the prayers of David son of Jesse. (Psalm 72)<br /></blockquote>Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-50890817608136639082009-06-26T12:19:00.004-04:002010-02-05T05:59:57.140-05:00JAMES SAMUEL KINNEY, MillingtonJAMES SAMUEL KINNEY passed from our world peacefully and entered God’s Kingdom Sunday afternoon, June 14, 2009 at his residence with family and friends, at the age of 86. James Samuel Kinney was born in Watertown Twp. on Feb. 25, 1923 and was the son of the late Chester and Mary (Seddon) Kinney. Jim had been a Millington area resident his entire life. He was a graduate of Mayville High School. After high school Jim served our country during WW II in the U.S. Navy Upon his returning home from his tour with the Navy after the war Jim married Viola Burns, and together they have celebrated 62 years. Jim was a tool and die maker for companies of Frankenmuth Engineering, Wicks Tool & Die in Saginaw, retiring from the company known as Godman Tool, based in Milford, CT. Jim and Viola raised 10 children, of which he was very proud of all of them. Jim leaves to cherish his memory, wife Viola; children, David and Dianne Kinney, Tim and Carolyn Kinney, Dan Kinney, Debbie and Vern Wilkinson, Tom Kinney, Libbie Knauer, Peter and Darlene Kinney, Ben Kinney, Rachel and Glen Pierson and Hannah Henderson; 16 grandchildren, David and Michelle Kinney Jr., Darren and Patty Kinney, Brian and Sherrie Kinney, James and Lonie Gornick, Stephanie and Randy Riley, Patrick Kinney, Jason Kinney, Monica and Mike O’Keefe, Heather Knauer, Sarah and Shawn Phelps, Grace Henderson, Holly Pierson, Lydia Pierson, Sam Henderson, Phillip Kinney, Matthew Kinney; 15 great-grandchildren, Travis Kinney, Megan E. Kinney, Megan A. Kinney, Rebecca Kinney, Jayden Kinney, Shane Kinney, Avery Kinney, Sydney Peterson, Brent Riley, Payton Riley, Krysta Riley, Natalie Riley, Lauren Riley, Colton Kinney, Aiden Phelps and Quenton Phelps; sister and brother-in-law, Esther and Ran McDonel; brother and sister-in-law, Chester and Betty Kinney Jr., as well as several nieces, nephews and extended family and friends. <br /><br />Besides his parents, Jim was also preceded in death by an infant daughter, Dinah Ruth Kinney; two sisters, Iris Burns and Joan Sherman; two brothers, Andrew and Paul Kinney and two brothers-in-law, George Burns and Mar Sherman. <br /><br />The Kinney family will receive friends at Hanlin Funeral Home in Millington on Wednesday, June 17 from noon-8 p.m. Funeral service will be held at Millington United Methodist Church on Thursday, June 18 at 11 a.m. Burial will follow in Millington Township Cemetery in Millington. Pastor Pete Crawford will deliver the funeral message and the committal prayers at the cemetery. Military honors will conclude the cemetery service under the direction of the Conrad-Wager & Keene American Legion Post 164. Memorials may be made to the family or to a charity of one’s choice. <br /><br />You may leave a personal condolence or share a memory online at hanlinfuneralhome.com. Hanlin Funeral Home has been assisting the Kinney family with the arrangements.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-85332589539779761812009-06-16T05:46:00.012-04:002010-02-05T05:58:58.541-05:00The James S. Kinney Family<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPw7oRzY0G4ogHNsmsRwC_hBq-WNt5_b5rue4ZUZ9X9YJrTZ-_umJ_Ch-bqWiUFfcPampLn06mT9Y_1cmMgsIuLBfcyDJ152r3VOrko_g5HSduQslL0Niz5IZ1VqD2cRJo5ikagQ/s1600-h/MomandDad.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPw7oRzY0G4ogHNsmsRwC_hBq-WNt5_b5rue4ZUZ9X9YJrTZ-_umJ_Ch-bqWiUFfcPampLn06mT9Y_1cmMgsIuLBfcyDJ152r3VOrko_g5HSduQslL0Niz5IZ1VqD2cRJo5ikagQ/s400/MomandDad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347860774523453314" /></a> <br /><br />Dad grew up in the Chester Kinney Sr. family. Here they are, from left to right beginning in the back: Aunt Esther Nell, Dad, Uncle Chester, Uncle Paul, (front) Aunt Iris, Gramma Kinney, Grampa Kinney, Aunt JoAnne. My Mom said he was the best of the lot...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavPSU-JXzqHT9eaFR0C4aArCOLFbNSgDE4jKkymesqrOg4bu7CxpqPKnS6O-q_2PhUF2yu-wb8WZIuutVMY58Xh0kirOSyXSGzjcXLUCKBOwO0na0pbCAK1SJflJ7rfP3Vy3cAg/s1600-h/MomandDadWed2.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgavPSU-JXzqHT9eaFR0C4aArCOLFbNSgDE4jKkymesqrOg4bu7CxpqPKnS6O-q_2PhUF2yu-wb8WZIuutVMY58Xh0kirOSyXSGzjcXLUCKBOwO0na0pbCAK1SJflJ7rfP3Vy3cAg/s320/MomandDadWed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347861202288883026" /></a><br />...so he married her. Mom said that she married him because he knew his Bible, he didn't cuss, and he was a good man. I think she was also head over heals. He was a good man. He was a James 1:19-21 kind of man.<br /><br />James and Viola Kinney had children...a bunch of them. Here we are in, probably 1966 or '67 judging by the teeth I am missing, and that the two eldest sons are gone. Dave is probably off to war, and Tim to college.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVjOeVkR6Jl3_xWvPj92dJz-UGw9XMEDTG9D3RjSbyTAwuc_hXzeO5LzOT-tSVjTVUBI1URlTwuUvcXwB04_ZAzg52ifOCReD7ElCz9wDgUAo9M0g30o1nKolBMiyGHvJq91sxA/s1600-h/Family1968.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJVjOeVkR6Jl3_xWvPj92dJz-UGw9XMEDTG9D3RjSbyTAwuc_hXzeO5LzOT-tSVjTVUBI1URlTwuUvcXwB04_ZAzg52ifOCReD7ElCz9wDgUAo9M0g30o1nKolBMiyGHvJq91sxA/s400/Family1968.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347862381215099970" /></a><br />From left to right; back row: Tom (#5), Deb (#4), Dan (#3), Lib (#6)<br />From left to right; front row: Ben (#8), Rae (#9), Mom, Dad, Pete (#7)<br />On Dad's lap: Hannah (#10)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9q7xpDO9XRc6cTkMm-qPFI38r18Qvc5gX2-T23OyBhremnMcjqV3PE-r90kPV6C8lNmtDs-vQ8L27Mo0gkgvRRIYFB5kglmt2AmDbZkcdZpu7G3ZFOsSblNDFyjCll3QDGCGg2g/s1600-h/Family1978.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9q7xpDO9XRc6cTkMm-qPFI38r18Qvc5gX2-T23OyBhremnMcjqV3PE-r90kPV6C8lNmtDs-vQ8L27Mo0gkgvRRIYFB5kglmt2AmDbZkcdZpu7G3ZFOsSblNDFyjCll3QDGCGg2g/s320/Family1978.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347866631716058226" /></a><br />Years of events, world and personal kept the entire family from meeting up again until 1978 when we all got together to celebrate MY high school graduation (jk). I think there was a gathering when Dave and Dan came home from the war, but I don't have a picture. Here we are in the coolest decade. I will not name them all, except to point out are the ones missing from the previous photo: Dave (#1) is second from the left, and Tim (#2) is second from the right. The one on Dad's lap this time was his most recent grandson, and namesake, Jimmy. Three other grandsons are pictured, and I suspect there were two pregnant daughter-in-laws! Also of significance, Harry Burns, my mother's father is seated front and center.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHBAuD_rrVVnDPJIgqOcnXtnz2f3JhyphenhyphenwKZGv6JaDPGaGP8mPgE_bDIHZsUaszx5uicshb4PnMXRtpHbhfDE6wPacTS4hOxiayQg049A4JcwHy8nDQ_LkIkmGS8rKmiey1-X3sTQ/s1600-h/Family1985.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHBAuD_rrVVnDPJIgqOcnXtnz2f3JhyphenhyphenwKZGv6JaDPGaGP8mPgE_bDIHZsUaszx5uicshb4PnMXRtpHbhfDE6wPacTS4hOxiayQg049A4JcwHy8nDQ_LkIkmGS8rKmiey1-X3sTQ/s400/Family1985.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347868638374035922" /></a><br />In 1985, Mom and Dad's youngest living daughter got married. Three of us are missing, but look how the grandchildren are growing in size and in number!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ayc6_9452P0tG9qbdgHemmKdSPvmWnGc6AAHnKqGOduEy7ob-P2LFLL72fn5GOk9GiCi61FzFDptKQ8b9keEpz-SGIFy67fU4HuC4vtuWB5-VAm-Vh_lCHT0fBOhO3aWGtOFoQ/s1600-h/Family2007.jpg"><img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ayc6_9452P0tG9qbdgHemmKdSPvmWnGc6AAHnKqGOduEy7ob-P2LFLL72fn5GOk9GiCi61FzFDptKQ8b9keEpz-SGIFy67fU4HuC4vtuWB5-VAm-Vh_lCHT0fBOhO3aWGtOFoQ/s320/Family2007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347869581848072242" /></a><br />This is two years ago, in July 2007. This is my family.<br /><br /><blockquote> 1 Unless the LORD builds the house, <br /> its builders labor in vain. <br /> Unless the LORD watches over the city, <br /> the watchmen stand guard in vain. <br /> 2 In vain you rise early <br /> and stay up late, <br /> toiling for food to eat— <br /> for he grants sleep to those he loves. <br /><br /> 3 Sons are a heritage from the LORD, <br /> children a reward from him. <br /><br /> 4 Like arrows in the hands of a warrior <br /> are sons born in one's youth. <br /><br /> 5 Blessed is the man <br /> whose quiver is full of them. <br /> They will not be put to shame <br /> when they contend with their enemies in the gate.<br /><br />(Psalm 127)</blockquote>Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-13689628209433728322009-06-15T06:40:00.001-04:002009-06-15T06:43:42.306-04:00James Samuel Kinney<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUT987IMj5phnjVa3-FCpkbzX1HMiZh1OPkruj520YxSz6DR2uIcphFTZHwC7KE2TkPtPnQ_ge6YPzCJfstinOBpzmojbJNSApy2WYjXi2IRiIH6fQrhPIZ641K0rzynxnq0QOA/s1600-h/MomandDadWed2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpUT987IMj5phnjVa3-FCpkbzX1HMiZh1OPkruj520YxSz6DR2uIcphFTZHwC7KE2TkPtPnQ_ge6YPzCJfstinOBpzmojbJNSApy2WYjXi2IRiIH6fQrhPIZ641K0rzynxnq0QOA/s400/MomandDadWed2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347503065861993394" /></a><br />February 25, 1923 - June 14, 2009<br /><br />I love you, Dad.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-71867483967494610152009-04-18T10:12:00.003-04:002009-04-18T10:32:33.648-04:00The Wind Blows Whereever it Pleases (Jn 3:8)I cannot speak for anyone else who was there, only for myself. It's the oddest thing.<br /><br />I am at Planned Parenthood very little on Thursdays. Sometimes, it seems as though that is my whole world, but it's only one hour out of one day in a whole week of them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYYG7nAJBn6BMSAcdwPjo8SrCGSAyK-8rfOUZhcZz2oAZschi1DLy8w4SPVYtMov8X95A5Gu5bhlW0QXvRRPp2Eruw9xsqhjsWhVVBQb6VZH_QSzlKfBvuXUruCdXQzooIBFpoQ/s1600-h/12week186x247.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiYYG7nAJBn6BMSAcdwPjo8SrCGSAyK-8rfOUZhcZz2oAZschi1DLy8w4SPVYtMov8X95A5Gu5bhlW0QXvRRPp2Eruw9xsqhjsWhVVBQb6VZH_QSzlKfBvuXUruCdXQzooIBFpoQ/s400/12week186x247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326036869859130674" /></a><br />God saved a little one Thursday from death. He did it so quietly, and with no help from us. God is powerful, able, and sovereign. God is frightening in His power! He saved one little one, the one He planned to save, the one who's Mom walked into the building without much being said to her. Suddenly, the fog cleared, the lights came on, and she said, "I don't have to do this!"<br /><br />Now, this is what was told to me, and I believe it. There have been other events that have been told to me that I passed on immediately. This one I didn't. To my shame, in my mind, it is so unspectacular. What a sinful woman I am!<br /><br />This was spectacular! God showed his servants here, that when we plead with someone, and they change their minds, GOD SAVED A BABY FROM DEATH! Although God calls us there, and makes us faithful and effective, it is GOD WHO SAVES and not we ourselves.<br /><br />In what can I boast? Let him who boasts, boast in the LORD! (I Corinthians 1:31)Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-14286414003389599312009-04-18T09:55:00.001-04:002009-04-18T10:05:01.706-04:00Middle-aged White Guys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNYWQiDkiLPzNqdN0Kz06VLJ1VPEdSDvPY2VKrD7Eciv6JFArD7adFLvyFau4gs1wYPdihD0NvX84I4W4_YlBc1QI2y6NhhQi4b9CTeW5WHWzXaatImT3w8sC-WpGobTV8v3bUw/s1600-h/DSCF1094.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNYWQiDkiLPzNqdN0Kz06VLJ1VPEdSDvPY2VKrD7Eciv6JFArD7adFLvyFau4gs1wYPdihD0NvX84I4W4_YlBc1QI2y6NhhQi4b9CTeW5WHWzXaatImT3w8sC-WpGobTV8v3bUw/s320/DSCF1094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324720091582800098" /></a><br />Once a month, we try to get to the IU campus to talk to people about abortion, protecting unborn children, life, death, sin, salvation, etc.<br /><br />In March, because of the whole discussion about being mindful of purpose, I was a little short with some people. I was disappointed in myself, frankly. <br /><br />I am trying to figure things out, all the time. One of the hardest for me, is relational. How to talk to people. Small-talk for me deteriorates into empty jokes, or worse it becomes not worthwhile, and just evaporates along with whatever relationship and future opportunity for meaningful conversations that might have been.<br /><br />Conversations about meaningful things turn into lectures, with me doing the lecturing, which has a tendancy to boil away most relationships and future opportunities for meaningful conversations that might have been.<br /><br />God is good, though, and through my faltering attempts to keep my conversations that meaningful, He let me meet a young woman who is going into the army soon. I wish I could see her again. I will definitely keep her in my prayers. I hope to see her again, soon.<br /><br />Two quotes of the day for this month:<br /><br /><br />1. "Yah, but if it is illegal, only criminals will get abortions!" This is true, and what an interesting way to put it! It just calls to mind for me some lyrics. I think they (didn't) go something like this:<br /><blockquote>Imagine no injustice<br />It's not so hard to do:<br />Someone kills a child,<br />They get arrested too.<br />Imagine all the babies<br />Being born in peace!<br /><br />You-woo-who-o-o You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But I love the Only One<br />Who can save you from all these lies!<br />The Truth of Christ can set you free!<br /><br />Imagine all the people<br />Born and unborn<br />The strong protecting the weak<br />A brother-hood of man<br />Imagine all the <em>people</em><br />Sharing all the world.<br /><br />You-woo-who-o-o You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But I offer hope to you.<br />Turn to Jesus now<br />Our Lord is quick to save!<br /><br />Imagine all the women<br />Treated with respect<br />With her husband there with her<br />Not giving in to fear<br />Imagine all the people<br />Supported through tough times<br /><br />You-woo-who-o-o You may say I'm a dreamer<br />But that how it should be<br />Those in need aren't enmies<br />But they are blessing indeed!</blockquote><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3-RpDFhvBCbXJqIbOdVNbPgXulKrMqUs0a93CqS3iDLfP4XjK2OUWtH-alBU4c5upTSsHUkV4pvSKCEj0BEasb_JGYjv9jrPzn3bNfNHqzuH46PzhqSUbQBClQT6g6iUBi_S6w/s1600-h/DSCF1133.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje3-RpDFhvBCbXJqIbOdVNbPgXulKrMqUs0a93CqS3iDLfP4XjK2OUWtH-alBU4c5upTSsHUkV4pvSKCEj0BEasb_JGYjv9jrPzn3bNfNHqzuH46PzhqSUbQBClQT6g6iUBi_S6w/s320/DSCF1133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324727219888063218" /></a>2. (A car full of young angry women) "I just love to see middle-aged white guys holding those signs! @P#^&@!"<br />(to the left you will see our middle-aged white guys holding signs...ya gotta lov'm)<br /><br />Scott, the young white man with the sign, showing abortion statistics, <a href="http://www.sstibbs.com/scott/2009_archives/blog_2009_053.html">wrote about this encounter at his blog.</a> (In a more recent post, he defended scripture against attacks...very level-headed; highly recommended for it's quiet calm.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixknEDImHkyjJNzSgRQ4WzN0893vP4ehOwM683ONBiO5vARTkdwIOYIuobUHuyxJ-r1Puv2zUuNyTWj4HE7riOg2na8XoqH6p6nOXSkZmpgYoG7T0jveY_3tK0sXUODwoqjDIxCg/s1600-h/draft_lens2110275module10843539photo_1218161935Eric_Violette_2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 73px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixknEDImHkyjJNzSgRQ4WzN0893vP4ehOwM683ONBiO5vARTkdwIOYIuobUHuyxJ-r1Puv2zUuNyTWj4HE7riOg2na8XoqH6p6nOXSkZmpgYoG7T0jveY_3tK0sXUODwoqjDIxCg/s400/draft_lens2110275module10843539photo_1218161935Eric_Violette_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324725240882962754" /></a>While we were out, someone who claimed to be from the IDS came along and asked if he could ask us questions. (I finally figured out who he reminded me of. You can see in the pic to the right.) I thought that was fine, until he lead me away to a table and chair down the sidewalk. I think this is one of those distractions, those things that take us away from why we are there. I learned from this to remain where sent, and he is more than welcome to talk to me just like anyone else there. (I haven't found the alleged article in the IDS)<br /><br />Afterward, we had everyone involved, except that young white man holding a sign, and the character from the IDS, over for food and fellowship. Both were invited. It was a good, good time.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-7132878738275937162009-04-14T06:23:00.004-04:002009-04-14T07:31:15.434-04:00What does the Bible say about Abortion?I got an interesting question in a comment on <a href="http://docountthembutdung.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-at-planned-parenthood.html">a previous post</a>. This is a question that I asked myself, several years ago, too. I cannot hope to answer it perfectly, so I invite all to flesh out this response.<br /><br /><blockquote>Could you please point me to the specific passage in the Bible which states that abortion is the terrible wrong you claim it to be?</blockquote><br /><br />The short answer: "No." (Well, Yes, Exodus 20:13)<br /><br />Neither can I point you to the specific passage in the Bible that states that God is Triune. Rather, what we know about the Triune nature and substance of God, and what we know about what God thinks about the murder of unborn children in the womb is learned by getting to know God.<br /><br />We know, for instance that God is the giver of life in general, initially and continually (Genesis 1-2; Acts 17:25). We also know that it is God who "opens the womb" and creates a child within the womb of a woman. This we know not so much from a direct statement (although I think it is stated), as from the narative and example after example. For instance: Jacob, through the deceipt of his father-in-law, ended up with two wives. He loved Rachel and did not love Leah. God saw that Leah was not loved, and He gave her a child by Jacob (Genesis 29:31). Then, Rachel was tormented because she had no child and God "opened her womb" (Genesis 30:22). These are just a scraping of the surface of the explicitely stated involvement of God in the conceiving of children. We could also talk about the midwives in Egypt, Sarah, Hannah, Ruth, Bethsheba, Elizabeth, Mary. If we have eyes to see, then we can look at Mildred, my grandmother who was given five sons, and, finally a daughter, who was my mother, Viola. (The gifts handed down to Viola and James, and to me are for another post.) I know of a woman who could not have children. She went through rigorous, expensive, and heart wrenching fertility treatments to no avail. Finally, giving up, the Lord opened her womb, and she has a little girl following her around as she carries her second-born in her arms. I know another woman who was protecting herself from pregnancy by several methods, and still the Lord opened her womb, and gave her a child, who has been an unexpected blessing.<br /><br />God explicitely tells us that He gives children, and that they are a blessing or reward in Psalm 127:3-5.<br /><br />God gives us a glimpse of His involvement in our growth and development in Psalm 139:13-16.<br /><br />All of the above contributes to the conclusion that when God tells us that He knew Joshua, Esau and Jacob, and John while still in the womb that He knows each child in the womb, because He is directly involved in their creation, growth, and development.<br /><br />God forbids murder (Exodus 20:13) and then the Bible continues throughout to define murder as the taking of innocent life (http://www.gnpcb.org/esv/search/?q=murder); and exacting punishment for murder (death). <br /><br />If you, like I, have a wicked heart, and are still saying, "Yes, but so far you haven't shown me that God says, 'Thou shalt not abort your unborn child,'" there are two more places to look. If you insist on not seeing it, please let me know. I know the One, the only One who can change your mind and your heart.<br /><br />In Amos 1:13, God was expecially angry with the Ammonites who tore open the wombs of pregnant women and killed their babies. "But look at the vicious damage they did to the women, this was what angered God! Abortion is safe for women now." No, look again. "...that they might enlarge their borders." It was not the women who threatened the Ammonite wealth enlargement, but those children in the womb, who would use up those resources. This was a vicious killing of innocent blood for the purpose of preserving wealth for those who are strong. And don't kid yourself about women not being hurt by abortion.<br /><br />In Exodus 21:22-25 God tells the people (because like us, they had to have "what-if" laws to keep them from justifying themselves) that if two men are fighting, and one hits a pregnant woman, if the baby is born early, but well, the one who hit her will pay a fine, whatever the husband thinks is right. If the baby dies or is hurt, the laws apply as if that person were a person (life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot, burn for burn, wound for wound, stripe for stripe.).<br /><br />The language that GOd gave His people at the time, Hebrew, used the same word for a child whether that child had been born, or not. That's as refreshing as it is significant.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-64335021233003806682009-04-01T12:06:00.002-04:002009-04-01T12:09:33.003-04:00Happy April Fool's Day!Glen called me this morning and told me that our neighbor's house had burned down!<br /><br />I completely believed him. Why would I think that my husband would lie to me?<br /><br />I asked him if he could go over and ask them if they needed any help. He said no one was there!<br /><br />Oh my word, where could they be? I was having such a hard time taking it all in!<br /><br />Then he said, "April Fools!"Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-90878258667903335762009-03-01T17:38:00.009-05:002009-03-01T19:40:42.555-05:00The Open Mind: Is it a door we should walk through?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzozjiT-tAB652kL3uQ5h5hrI2vwr1w1KVZYMUfnnKUYj9gRRCsW_RqVibrzSpJRYkasEts8pW_iTFLh2b1mSZs-XnONSOlDTIrpteQsUrhsZGJZsWaDCAvF7Ing_j2q7v_Ug9Pg/s1600-h/DSCF0604.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzozjiT-tAB652kL3uQ5h5hrI2vwr1w1KVZYMUfnnKUYj9gRRCsW_RqVibrzSpJRYkasEts8pW_iTFLh2b1mSZs-XnONSOlDTIrpteQsUrhsZGJZsWaDCAvF7Ing_j2q7v_Ug9Pg/s320/DSCF0604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308383597765964626" /></a><br />I am going to think this through. Feel free to voice your thoughts, because I haven't got it all figured out. Let's think biblically.<br /><br />For some time, the CGS Pro-life group has been going on campus (actually, just across the street from on-campus, where free speech by non-student entities is still allowed) with a pro-life outreach. Some people hold signs, some hand out brochures or flyers, and some are able to engage people in conversations regarding dangers to and protection of the unborn, the characteristics and needs and rights of the unborn, etc.<br /><br />This is an area of outreach that Glen and I at first avoided. Various "reasons" held us back. We are old; they are young. They won't listen to us. That is for the younger people. They are sophisticated and swimming in wisdom, and we are ordinary and have fumbling tongues. Eventually, all these things got shook out, and we are convinced that this is where we need to be from time to time. <br /><br />The very things that previously held us back, now spur us on. We are old, and must share our wisdom and experience with the young. They won't listen to us, unless we have something to say. Very often, it is one's contemporaries that are the hardest to talk to, or to listen to, even though everyone struts about stating the opposite, together. Most importantly, the wisdom of the world is foolishness to God (I Corinthians 1). <br /><br /> <blockquote>Jeremiah 8:9 <br /> The wise will be put to shame; <br /> they will be dismayed and trapped. <br /> Since they have rejected the word of the LORD, <br /> what kind of wisdom do they have? </blockquote><br />On February 16, we went on campus, and Glen and I were not alone, but we had the Clint&Ginger family, and Carole, who introduced me to the idea of standing in defense of the unborn.<br /><br />It's good to have others involved. Among many reasons is because through them I am able to see more clearly. I can see that what I had previously thought was great might be some distraction; but I am not sure, and this is what I am trying to think out here...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewJ2zLnAhza8LXP1kyxs20PvcvTbZ_YCVGvc4OQWAB-GxPOD5gs5GakovKKjS1CSll9ejhyzOBRIKiMxRwev2XlBriHcq573YsGFQQtzM7dXolAQpnZDN7V0yNEElMzQRXkMO7g/s1600-h/WESTF01568.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewJ2zLnAhza8LXP1kyxs20PvcvTbZ_YCVGvc4OQWAB-GxPOD5gs5GakovKKjS1CSll9ejhyzOBRIKiMxRwev2XlBriHcq573YsGFQQtzM7dXolAQpnZDN7V0yNEElMzQRXkMO7g/s320/WESTF01568.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308353743252396706" /></a>A man named Stephen came along, and when I first approached him, he refused my brochure. I asked more direct questions, attempting to engage him in conversation. He said that he undertands my point of view, but also understands the pro-choice view. I encouraged him to speak openly to me and to read my brochure, since a child is a person from conception, and ought to deserve, and certainly needs our protection. <br /><br />He took the brochure and saw the panel that tells about sin and judgement and mercy. "Ah," he said, "you see, I have a problem with organized religion." ...and away we went. This man had read so many things, and accepted so many conflicting ideas as possibilities, that he frankly was at a loss for words at times to express the profoundly inexpressible. The only thing that he seemed opposed to considering was the God of the Bible, especially as revealed as a masculine entity. At this point, a friend of his inturrupted our encounter, and I slipped away. I was surprised that he reapproached me after his friend moved on.<br /><br />He again asserted that he was too open minded to go for the old god-bible-religion thing. Since his basis for truth seemed so nebulous and broad-based, I told him that we really need to have a solid foundation of truth on which to bounce all these ideas, whether foolish or wise, off of to determine which to keep and which to discard. He talked, starry-eyed, about love for everyone as a basis of truth. I told him that he is right about that. The Bible tells us that true religion is caring for the orphan and widow, and loving our enemy and our neighbor as ourselves. So I told him that I, for instance would be in sin to leave this encounter if I didn't love him enough to tell him that he was dying in his sin, and that he would die and go to hell unless he submitted to God's Word in repentance, and embraced His Son in humility (I can't remember how I said it, certainly not so eloquently). He was visibly taken aback by this. I was certain he would walk away, but he continued.<br /><br />He regained his composure, and said that even Jesus said that people would do things even greater than the things that he did, so he was admitting that he wasn't "all that." Praise be to God, who by His Holy Spirit is able to give us all that we need to do His good will, I was able to tell this man that Jesus said:<br /><blockquote>John 14:11 Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe on the evidence of the miracles themselves. 12 I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. 13 And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. 14You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.</blockquote>Eventually, I encouraged him to call or email me to continue the conversation, and we parted with a handshake and a friendly smile. I walked away, and moments later looked to where I had left him, and he was still there, looking at the brochure, and he waved at me again.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSDNz1qMKlTfZT5ozqxlXd1HJXa6lgKHegLSynauINSpCBsPuLuNhkrfY6AKPxXY3gqXJlgLZBmhyphenhyphenaw_fxeWhS6UR1ynjKERZI-VVKo7sLVRNdocOJ3ks-UtGEhyphenhyphenetJaBFWYE6g/s1600-h/sad--mob-msg-118464498682.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 121px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhSDNz1qMKlTfZT5ozqxlXd1HJXa6lgKHegLSynauINSpCBsPuLuNhkrfY6AKPxXY3gqXJlgLZBmhyphenhyphenaw_fxeWhS6UR1ynjKERZI-VVKo7sLVRNdocOJ3ks-UtGEhyphenhyphenetJaBFWYE6g/s320/sad--mob-msg-118464498682.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308380234875175026" /></a>Another thing that happened that made me think, was that we saw a the woman that I have mentioned before, who is pregnant and will be keeping her baby. I had been unable to reach her for such a long time, and I was overcome with joy to see her. I spent quite a few minutes talking to her, both me and Ginger.<br /><br />I am just not sure if I let myself get tied up with these people, or if they were valuable conversations. Can I be brief and caring? Do I cling to people because they will talk to me? Do I want nothing more than to win an arguement, for the sake of winning? How can I tell if this is a conversation that God wants me to engage in or a distraction sent by satan to prevent someone else from hearing a word from God's servant?<br /><br />Talk to me.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-28064009065432684772009-02-17T14:57:00.002-05:002009-03-01T17:37:48.612-05:00Friendly Fellow"Friendly Fellow" generally refers to an animal when googling.Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-53520267545985102092009-02-17T14:47:00.002-05:002009-02-17T14:57:47.711-05:00Open-Minded GuyJust a warning:<br /><br />I was going to look for a picture to illustrate my upcoming post on our Campus Outreach for Life and Christ last night, so I googled, "Open-minded guy." Don't do it. You will find a bunch of people so comsumed by "the sinful desires of their hearts to sexual impurity for the degrading of their bodies with one another" that they "become filled with every kind of wickedness, evil, greed and depravity." (From Romans 1:24-29)<br /><br />Who knew that "open-minded" now means bi- or homosexual?Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-27839611858493313002009-02-14T06:58:00.003-05:002009-02-14T07:40:33.616-05:00Inter-ActiveLast Thursday was a highly interactive day at Planned Parenthood in Bloomington. God was busy, pruning those He loves.<br /><br />Pray:<br /><blockquote>On the previous Thursday, Ginger spent a great deal of time and words and care on a couple who seemed to be there for an abortion. The woman called her mother, who prayed on the phone with her. Ginger gave her her phone number, which she took. She said that if she didn't do this, she would need a ride, because he would leave her there. Finally, they came out. It seemed that they had changed their mind, although they did not stop to tell Ginger that they had as they left together. This Thursday they cae back. Their resolve was locked, and their coutenence unshakable. They killed their baby.</blockquote><br />From time to time during the week, I thought of them, and prayed. I prayed little prayers like sticky notes left on the bathroom mirror or refrigerater door for God to see when He happened across them. This was not a pleading for the life of a child, or the soul of a friend. There was no pounding on His door in the middle of the night. <br /><br />Be No Respecter of Persons:<br /><blockquote>A couple showed up in a car that was held together by bungy cords. The guy had a huge knitted hat that was filled with his dreadlocks. The girl was bouncy and giddy, and there was an awkward silence about the length of a stick of butter before anyone said anything to them. Most people have words before they shut their car door.</blockquote><br /><br />On the other hand: <br /><blockquote>A large white bearded man drove up in a white hot rod with two young black women. He parked and the two girls went in together. After a while, I noticed that his car window was wide open, so I stood behind his car on the adjacent property and talked to him. I frankly told him what this looked like, what they were doing at Planned Parenthood that day. I offered him information, phone numbers, and help. I offered to talk to him about what was going on. <br />Once, he turned around in his seat to look at me, but otherwise, he remained unmoved. <br />Then, the younger of the two women came out. I asked her if she was here for an appointment. She said she was not here for an abortion. I told her that that is what they were doing there that day. She said she knew that, and that she just couldn't wait for her sister any longer, because she did not believe in abortion. She said she was a Christian.<br /><br />Suddenly that large man, who drove her there, and sat in the car while the women take care of their business, got out of his car and finds his tongue, behind the skirts of this young black woman. He's suddenly telling me that he didn't appreciate me standing there trying to lay a guilt trip on him. They were not ther for an abortion but to "prevent pregnancy" and if I wanted to talk about the Bible, he would be happy to engage in that because he is a deacon in a church. (About that time, my deacon - and hero Glen - can be seen heading over in our direction and this fellow ducks back into his car and tells the girl to get in as well.<br /><br />I don't know all that he said, because I was giving the girl a brochure, and telling her that I would like to talk to her, if she needs to talk, and her sister too. She did take the brochure, and when the man told her to get in the car, she did.</blockquote> <br /><br />A deacon? Well, shet ma mouth! I should be coming to him for guidance. I waved at the girl in the back seat when they left. She smiled and waved back.<br /><br />Right is wrong; good is bad; those who shun evil have become prey:<br /><blockquote>A red car arrived, parked near us, and a woman, and two men fot out. The woman flipped her finger over her shoulder, as one of the men escorted her quickly to the door. <br /><br />One of the men hung back. He seemed to get all caught up in what people were saying to him. When he said that the baby is not a baby yet, I showed him my brochure and told him about what's going on with his baby right now. He tore it in half and threw it on the ground. Then he went to the guard and asked if it was illegal for us to do this. <br /><br />That just is so ironic, and may come to be: That it will be legal to kill a child, and illegal to speak against it.<br /><br />Clint, Ginger, everyone spent a great deal of time with this man. He was a puzzle for me. Sometimes I thought he must be pulling our chains. Sometimes, I thought he was just a simple man who believed that if it was a child, it would be illegale to kill it, therefore, it must not be a child.</blockquote><br /><br />I don't know how this last on turned out.<br /><br />Pray:<br /><br />For the couple who killed there child, and for the woman's mother, that she will be a convicting and restoring agent in her life. May they come to Christ.<br /><br />For the two men and a woman in the red car. God, help them. Holy Spirit, take my prayers to the Father, and make them righteous.<br /><br />For the deacon and the two black women. For this deacon's church.<br /><br /><blockquote>God, teach us to pray. Teach us to love. Teach us Your way, and lead us in the path everlasting! In Christ name I pray, Amen</blockquote>Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-42508314844551619172009-01-30T13:45:00.003-05:002009-01-30T13:52:45.861-05:00How Dangerous Do You Suppose I Am?Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10542817.post-76161911581716377272009-01-29T14:17:00.007-05:002009-01-29T16:18:50.668-05:00Who can know the mind of God?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCqS6hyphenhyphen82I9YVGlo2T_DApSrh1qL4FhrHTgrYDG5xEF-6vs-x5m-sTvW5c4Bed-V3IZA89aN1WNlxKfaRWEhuK4anBVQMXnmk6D_DKICXAAKQDTFqGivogAlI3ScqdRXnCD9g4w/s1600-h/DSCF1038.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCqS6hyphenhyphen82I9YVGlo2T_DApSrh1qL4FhrHTgrYDG5xEF-6vs-x5m-sTvW5c4Bed-V3IZA89aN1WNlxKfaRWEhuK4anBVQMXnmk6D_DKICXAAKQDTFqGivogAlI3ScqdRXnCD9g4w/s200/DSCF1038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296806099792057922" /></a>One time, my friend, Ginger commented about the possibility of seeing someone on Thursday (killing day) at Planned Parenthood that you had seen on Monday (planning-to-kill day), thereby knowing that what you had said to them on Monday was futile. <br /><br />This was brought home to us this week. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDd23zh9eoNQjgT0Cc3gmhUPqzLVQhQXUCQGlqvdHjDdHbQYmj01sRtu_MH4ngrqtD17nY5kE9nq_JKU8ME0pQaUU0S-BFaVq6adBKDU5w6UF0PyLJ2AzUgSP7OKxhwDYY8PZfQ/s1600-h/DSCF1040.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxDd23zh9eoNQjgT0Cc3gmhUPqzLVQhQXUCQGlqvdHjDdHbQYmj01sRtu_MH4ngrqtD17nY5kE9nq_JKU8ME0pQaUU0S-BFaVq6adBKDU5w6UF0PyLJ2AzUgSP7OKxhwDYY8PZfQ/s200/DSCF1040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296809656279117570" /></a>I was encouraged this week when Ginger and her husband were able to join me at Planned Parenthood on Monday. We attempted to talk to an asian couple as they came out of the building. (It is unusual for couples to come and go together on Mondays.) They would not come and talk, but looked at us curiously. They got into their SUV, and as they prepared to leave, <a href="http://docountthembutdung.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-love-of-god.html">I reminded Ginger that God can cause them to stop and take a flyer and exchange words,</a> even when we cannot. So, as they were driving past her, she held out a flyer, and they stopped, rolled down their window, and took it. A few words were exchanged, and Ginger, as always, offered help. Today, they showed up. Seriously, they showed up late enough in the day so that I would have seen them even if I were only there for my 10-11:00 break like I usually am (I, through an act of God was able to be there for a longer time today). Ginger asked them if they had read the information we gave them on Monday. The man said that he has two children at home, and just can't... Then we pleaded and tried to reason with them, all to no avail.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiED-W4bs6tPn-6uOddGVrpUI_B7uz31DQPAqxjS7My1yNz955WdU-kmg16VMiXPB_tEr47u-npX9I4TfM5u40baGaXkLmumG0-31GAb9mL-itCKBdsTmWucCPAAW0Tvpz012Gm_w/s1600-h/DSCF1036.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiED-W4bs6tPn-6uOddGVrpUI_B7uz31DQPAqxjS7My1yNz955WdU-kmg16VMiXPB_tEr47u-npX9I4TfM5u40baGaXkLmumG0-31GAb9mL-itCKBdsTmWucCPAAW0Tvpz012Gm_w/s200/DSCF1036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296810113731639106" /></a>This is heart wrenching. Pray for them. Pray that this will break their hearts and humble them before the cross. They have our numbers.<br /><br />There was a young woman who was escorting. She is not, I infer, someone who has done this often, or for a long time. She affected Glen, because she strikingly reminded him of our daughter. She affected Ginger, somehow tying her tongue. <br /><br />Some of those involved with Planned Parenthood have their shells so hardened, and their walls so high, that you think a great event is needed to get through to them. I think that about the guard, who has been there consistently, except for when he had an injury, for about two years.<br /><br />This young woman, I hope and pray, will see the truth, and reject the lies. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7MzJ5KHllKiTvymlzLys9_oNyFVB-tZ096UTH7uQlkFTNwFDi7ItfD_y-Y-ASVS5pqTPwkgPIkGT6YIhQAcrfz-4KhQ6QsKuM1xVtCd3npulIAH8YAGP4NK-7mb1BOqtZ1z3Qw/s1600-h/DSCF1042.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_7MzJ5KHllKiTvymlzLys9_oNyFVB-tZ096UTH7uQlkFTNwFDi7ItfD_y-Y-ASVS5pqTPwkgPIkGT6YIhQAcrfz-4KhQ6QsKuM1xVtCd3npulIAH8YAGP4NK-7mb1BOqtZ1z3Qw/s200/DSCF1042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296807640082008146" /></a>Allison, an IU student, and a blessing in our church was present today. Bless Allison's heart. When this young woman left, Allison called out to her, wanting to talk to her. Young college women, like Allison, Dani, Hannah, Kaitlyn, and others, who will reach out to these women are a blessing. My heart was warmed by the effort.<br /><br />My heart is warmed by the flames of God's servants, Mick, Ben, Dave, Glen, Clint, Aaron & Crystal, Jim, Carole, Veronica, Vanessa, Ben & Kyla, Josh, Varuni, Bob, Andrew, Matt, Lucas, Joseph, and others who are willing to set themselves on fire for the Glory of God!<br /><br />God, make our feet firm and beautiful. Let not the hand of the wicked drive us away. Make our words Your Words. In Jesus name, and for Your Glory, Amen!Rachel Piersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04521049514947951900noreply@blogger.com1