 William Tyndale I would like to begin this post by stating that I truly believe one of the gifts of God is a free will. It is not for man to force an idea on anyone. My conviction is that those who want to believe in opposition of me have the right to do so and I would not want to take that away from anyone. Forcing someone to believe a certain way and adhere to that doctrine is unbiblical but yet when we look into history we see this behavior and much more from the papacy. Please follow me here, I am not trying to blame Catholics today for the atrocities that happened under the Roman thumb during the dark ages no more than I would blame whites today for slavery. But we have nothing to fear for the future unless we forget the past. Some may think slavery will not hit this country again but the Bible says otherwise. It reveals that it will happen again in these last days even more than it is happening now, man will become merchandise again. (Revelation 18:11, 13) The Bible reveals that history repeats itself, that if we want to know what is going to happen in the end we need to look at the beginning of history. (Isaiah 46:10; Ecclesiastes 1:9, 10; Isaiah 41:2) When I see the Pope of Rome coming to speak to a joint session of congress from a religious standpoint this concerns me. Here is a church who has a history of killing, torturing, and jailing other Christians because they opposed their doctrine. Since the Bible tells me that history will repeat I am concerned that religious freedom in this nation will be taken away. The Bible declares in Revelation chapters 12, 13, and 14, 17 and 18 this persecution will happen again from this same entity. Revelation 2:21, speaking of this same entity, declares that there was given time for her (meaning the church) to repent but she repented not. Only time will tell if this will be true. In the meantime I implore all who read this to study the past so that you may know what the future holds.
Here is a documentary on the Bible and the dark ages. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Osuctvq4QU Here are some words from Martin Luther and John Wycliffe. https://books.google.com/books?id=Q3xIAAAAMAAJ&pg=PA73&dq=Martin+Luther+papacy+antichrist&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CEwQ6AEwBzgUahUKEwiZ9ui3uqXIAhXHRYgKHSvlDIE#v=onepage&q=Martin%20Luther%20papacy%20antichrist&f=false Works of Tyndale https://books.google.com/books?id=BqMMAAAAIAAJ&pg=PA414&dq=tyndale+antichrist+rome&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CDEQ6AEwAmoVChMIhbeLhLylyAIVz6SICh3SwQyq#v=onepage&q=tyndale%20antichrist%20rome&f=false
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 Why is it that I would lift up my voice and unite it with a few others to oppose a religious head speaking to a joint session of congress? The answer in regards to the political reasons have been stated quite well on the site: www.churchandstateseparate.com The religious reasons for this opposition I will be focusing on throughout this month. October 31, 1517 is the date that is stamped in history as to when Martin Luther nailed his 95 thesis to the door of the Wittenberg Castle church and thus protesting Rome. It was this act that birthed Protestantism. Since I am a protestant I am celebrating its birth since it has apparently died today. Throughout this month I will give the reasons for my belief, bringing light not only to Martin Luther but those that prepared the way before him. I hope to ignite a fire in some to research those reformers who were standing up to the tyranny of that time.  The Foundation of this country was based on the separation of church and state and although it was not carried out perfectly it was still the guidepost for religious liberty. There are events of the past that mar the face of this country but the wording of the constitution and the bill of rights act as a barometer to tell us how we measure up. If we are out of balance we need only to read those timeless words to bring us back into a balance not only between religious influence and state but for freedom for all of humanity. That foundation is now on sinking sand. When a religious figure that represents a foreign body where church and state are one, is allowed to influence our law making arm of government, a wall is sure to crumble. There is a breach in the wall even now, the pope is speaking to a joint session of Congress on September 24th to push policy under the banner of family and environment. This policy is combined with a religious flare in his encyclical. The two should not be joined in this country. Please join in a campaign to let your senators and representatives know that you are against this kind of conduct. For more details visit the following website.
www.churchandstateseparate.com  Happy Mother's Day to all.
Although this post is a little late it is none the less important. This is to all the mother's who may get discouraged with the mundane work of the home. Especially those who are stay at home moms where you job is always with you. I know that there are those who at times feel like they would like to do something great in this world. I know this because I have these thoughts as well, wanting to make a positive impact on the world. But forgetting that by directing the hearts and minds of my children I am doing such a thing. By serving my family with a cheerful heart. Forgetting that my cheerfulness will bring joy to my family which is then shared with the world by their cheerfulness with others. Here are two quotes from my favorite author who states it with more elegance than I. You may never be called to do a work which will bring you before the public. But all the work we do that is necessary to be done, be it washing dishes, setting tables, waiting upon the sick, cooking, or washing, is of moral importance; and until you can cheerfully and happily take up these duties you are not fitted for greater and higher duties. The humble tasks before us are to be taken up by someone; and those who do them should feel that they are doing a necessary and honorable work, and that in their mission, humble though it may be, they are doing the work of God just as surely as was Gabriel when sent to the prophets. All are working in their order in their respective spheres. Woman in her home, doing the simple duties of life that must be done, can and should exhibit faithfulness, obedience, and love as sincere as angels in their sphere. Conformity to the will of God makes any work honorable that must be done. {3T 79.3} Here is the last one that I would like to leave you with. Although my husband shows great appreciation for the work that I do this is still a motivating quote for me. They are the younger members of the Lord’s family. “Take this son, this daughter,” he says, “nurse them for me, and fit them up ‘that they may be polished after the similitude of a palace,’ that they may shine in the courts of the Lord.” Precious work! important work! Yet we see mothers sighing for a wider field of labor, for some missionary work to do. If they could only go to Africa or India, they would feel that they were doing something. But to take up the little daily duties of life, and carry them forward faithfully, perseveringly, seems to them an unimportant thing. Why is this? Is it not often because the mother’s work is so rarely appreciated? She has a thousand cares and burdens of which the father seldom has any knowledge. Too often he returns home bringing with him his cares and business perplexities to overshadow the family, and if he does not find everything just to his mind at home, he gives expression to his feelings in impatience and fault-finding. He can boast of what he has achieved through the day; but the mother’s work, to his mind, amounts to little, or at least is undervalued. To him her cares appear trifling. She has only to cook the meals, look after the children, sometimes a large family of them, and keep the house in order. She has tried all day to keep the domestic machinery running smoothly. She has tried, though tired and perplexed, to speak kindly and cheerfully, and to instruct the children and keep them in the right path. All this has cost effort, and much patience on her part. She cannot, in her turn, boast of what she has done. It seems to her as though she has accomplished nothing. But it is not so. Though the results of her work are not apparent, angels of God are watching the careworn mother, noting the burdens she carries from day to day. Her name may never appear upon the records of history, or receive the honor and applause of the world, as may that of the husband and father; but it is immortalized in the book of God. She is doing what she can, and her position in God’s sight is more exalted than that of a king upon his throne; for she is dealing with character, she is fashioning minds. The mothers of the present day are making the society of the future. How important that their children be so brought up that they shall be able to resist the temptations they will meet on every side in later life! {CTBH 68.4} May God give you the patience of a saint, Renie Growing up we did not frequent church on a regular basis. We were sort of like the holiday Christians, going to church on some major event. All this changed when I was fifteen. My mom got a harebrained idea and decided we needed to go to church again. The idea didn’t consist of merely going back to church on a regular basis, the idea was going to include keeping the Sabbath as well. This involved not only the omission of my Saturday activities but the omission of my Friday night activities because it was “Sabbath”. The realization that I was not going to be able to play volleyball the following year angered me and I rebelled against this idea with all the passion that a teenage girl can muster. Needless to say this was not a pretty sight or time in our home, but I caused my mom to break down and allow me to play at least one sport. I of course chose volleyball. Before you start questioning the apparent hypocrisy of my mom who said we were going to keep the Sabbath and then she turns and lets me play one sport as if all the other days cover the breaking of those 3 months; read on because God had a bigger plan. It was really hard for me to give up my sports because this was my place of escape, an escape from the trials of my life. It was a place that I felt like someone because of the team around me. I was half way decent therefore I felt like I contributed to something which gave me a good feeling. With my sophomore year starting and the volleyball season approaching I was feeling guilty because of playing on the Sabbath and not keeping the day Holy unto the Lord. So at 15 years old I made a “deal” with God. I said that if he didn’t want me to play on the Sabbath then allow me to get hurt and then I would know He wanted me to keep the Sabbath. It just so happened that our first game of the season was a Saturday tournament. Can you guess what happened? On the first game of the tournament and one of the first plays I went up to spike the ball and came down and landed on one of the opponent’s foot which was over the midline. This of course caused me to role my ankle and I was out for the rest of the day. You would think that this would have been at the very least a clue that God was trying to tell me something in regards to my deal that I made with him. I said to myself that this was not from God because I was not hurt bad enough and was not in a wheel chair so this must mean that I can still keep on playing. So I continued to play and the coach made everyone where ankle braces from that point on. The following year, my junior year, the conviction that I was sinning and not keeping the Sabbath Holy tormented me again and I just said to the Lord,
“I am not strong enough to tell my friends and coach that I can not play. They need me and I don’t want to let them down. So Lord you are just going to have to cause us to move because I can’t say no. I know this is not going to happen because we have no money to move and where would we go?” My mom was laid off at the time, we lived in government housing, and the food bank was like our grocery store. What money would we have to move with let alone set up a new home? Thinking that I stumped the Lord and backed Him in a corner because I perceived that this prayer was impossible, God showed me that nothing is impossible with Him. About a month before the state tournament my mom informs my siblings and I that she has contacted my dad (they had been divorced since I was about 3 and I saw him only a hand full of times since then) and they are getting back together and we are going to move! Keep in mind that I have forgotten all about the second prayer I had made with the Lord, probably because I thought it was impossible so I discredited it. Because of this second absurd idea my mom had I become enraged and dumbfounded at the same time. I have but a matter of weeks before my world is turned upside down not to mention the fulfillment of this idea is supposed to take place around the time I am supposed to play in the state tournament. After I made another teenage girl explosion it was decided that we would leave after the tournament when the season was over. The situation in regards to our volleyball team looked like this: predictions made in the papers were that we should take first at state. This came about because we were undefeated for the entire season, not only did we win every match but we won every game within those matches. We also took first at districts leading to the thought that we would come out 1st at state. So upon my return from the tournament I walk in the door to see my mom and dad sitting at the table talking and they ask me how we did and what place we got at state; I annoyingly mutter, “seventh”. My dad bursts out laughing. I snap back saying I don’t see how that is so funny and he says, “Don’t you get it? You were supposed to be ranked first but you got seventh, the Sabbath not the first day of the week”, and he proceeds to laugh some more. Extremely annoyed about this correlation I grab my bags and march to my room while he is still laughing. It was not till some time later, after our move, that I remembered my prayer to the Lord. It was then that an added realization of His power was revealed to me. It took me a while but I got what the Lord was trying to tell me which is the Sabbath is important. I played volleyball at the new school I attended but told them from the beginning that I would not play on Sabbath. In God’s mercy He was patient with me and I did not have to end up in a wheel chair for the point to be made. This was my first experience with being tested with the Sabbath and it was not my last. I know that there will be more to come. Even now there are those who think it ok to make a law that all should worship on Sunday. It will only be by God’s grace and truth that we can stand in the face of persecution; defining ourselves with the maker of heaven and earth. I have heard that those who keep the true Sabbath are called legalistic but out of their same mouth they will say that we need to be obedient to the Lord. God instated Sabbath and obeying Him is not legalistic. Legalism is applying “men’s” rules to God’s rules. Exo 20:8 Remember the sabbath day, to keep it holy. Exo 20:9 Six days shalt thou labour, and do all thy work: Exo 20:10 But the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD thy God: in it thou shalt not do any work, thou, nor thy son, nor thy daughter, thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy gates: Exo 20:11 For in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that in them is, and rested the seventh day: wherefore the LORD blessed the sabbath day, and hallowed it. Exo 31:16 Wherefore the children of Israel shall keep the sabbath, to observe the sabbath throughout their generations, for a perpetual covenant. Exo 31:17 It is a sign between me and the children of Israel for ever: for in six days the LORD made heaven and earth, and on the seventh day he rested, and was refreshed. Joh 14:15 If ye love me, keep my commandments. Joh 16:7 Nevertheless I tell you the truth; It is expedient for you that I go away: for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but if I depart, I will send him unto you. Joh 16:8 And when he is come, he will reprove the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment:  The study of water and the Holy Spirit in the Bible is quite interesting to say the least. The Bible is written in symbols and codes using itself to unlock those codes by searching other passages. The seeking for the wellspring of truth when it comes to the Spirit of God is very deep but the fountain that I have found is refreshing. The dichotomy is for some it will be hot like the burning of fire, searing the conscience of one who is unwilling to repent. It will be as the arctic ocean, cold and freezing the heart of the one who turns from the truth. The very saving power that we have and are promised now, can be a destructive power to those who reject it. The Bible says, "Wherefore I say unto you, all manner of sin and blasphemy shall be forgiven unto men: but the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost shall not be forgiven unto men" Mathew 12:31. The story I now share with you uncovers how I almost met the sleep of death by water but I now have met the hope of life eternal through the word of the Spirit, John 16:13.
Delivered From the Water In my adolescent years, around 8 or 9, we lived in an area where the popular place to swim, at that time, was called “the lagoon”. My sister and brother and I had found a large rock under the water about a foot in height and we were jumping off of it pretending it was a diving board. Regardless of the fact that three fourths of our bodies were submerged under water, our active mind and imagination kept us busy with a rock. Our fun inspired a couple of other children to migrate our way and observe the game from a closer view. The problem arose when they did not want to play but wanted to take over. One girl in particular decided that she was just going to stand on this rock so no one else could jump off. She just stared at me with a look in her eyes that said, “This is my rock and you can’t use it”. I wanted another turn to jump off the rock and was not ready to relinquish the fun and so I proceeded forward to stand on the rock with her; and jump off on the other side. This made her mad and she dunked me under the water. She did not only dunk me but held me down and was quite successful since she was quite a bit larger in size compared to me. I of course blacked out from lack of oxygen; no one remembers how long I was under the water. My mom, now rushing to the water and yelling, “Let her up, let her up”; but to no avail. The vicious girl did not listen until she saw my mom enter the water. When she released me it was out in the deep where she left me there for my mom to come and fish me out. Still unconscious, my mother recalls grabbing my limp body and pulling me towards the shore. Miraculously as we got closer to the shore I start walking out of the water. I have no recollection of walking, what I do remember vividly is standing on the sand dazed, wondering how I got there and staring at my mother who had such rage in her eyes. She then commands me and my siblings to pick up our things to leave. When we arrived home I just laid down on the couch feeling quite exhausted and took a nap. The question is how was I walking in the water if I was blacked out? I am sure some will give reasons as to how this could happen. I believe that I should not have been able to walk to that shore, I know in my heart that an angel saved me that day. The flood gates of heaven are beginning to be poured out right now and there are those who will drown in them by their rejection of the Spirit of God. While others who will be saved by the dropping of the water. Saved by receiving that still small voice telling you that even though you are a sinner you can be save through the blood of the lamb, walk in His ways, and He will purify you and make you white as snow. Psa 31:2 Bow down thine ear to me; deliver me speedily: be thou my strong rock, for an house of defence to save me. Mat_3:11 I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance: but he that cometh after me is mightier than I, whose shoes I am not worthy to bear: he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost, and with fire: Mat_7:24 Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: Mat_7:25 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock. This month marks three years from my Nicodemus experience. I have to say that I am having a rebirth experience every day. Like Paul who said, "I die daily"; I too desire this for my life, relinquishing the lusts of the flesh to walk in the Spirit, which in turn brings about a rebirth daily. I love feasting on the heavenly manna which sustains my life. I have been told by some that they enjoy me sharing the miracles of my past. I will share few in these last weeks of March, rejoicing in the month of my spiritual birth. If you wish to read about my rebirth experience then go to the tab at the top of this cite titled, "About Me".
I have shared this in my newsletter before, so for some it will be a repeat but it seems appropriate to start with this story in the series of miracles to follow. My Birth Marked With a Miracle: My mother has had many miracles and answers to prayer manifested in her life. The one that I will now share has to do with my entrance into this world. The delivery seemed to be routine when it comes to births. The nurses fulfilling their duties to clean this new babe while the doctor is waiting for the last events of birth to be completed. When all of a sudden there seems to be a vast amount of bleeding that began proliferating from my mother. A state of panic suddenly arose in the room as additional doctors flood in trying to control the hemorrhaging. The state of panic spread to my father, who was waiting outside, as he was told that his young wife is dying. Meanwhile inside the delivery room my mother could feel the life leaving her as she became weaker and weaker with the sleep of death beginning to drown her. In the depths of her soul there was a raging storm while she cried out to the maker of heaven and earth to spare her life. This plead for more time came with a promise, that she would dedicate her first born to Him. That this child would be His child and not hers, for she would just be the caretaker. Suddenly the sense of panic and bustle in the room came to a halt and one of the doctors cried out, “it stopped, the bleeding just stopped”. God, our healer and maker, is truly in charge of our life and has a plan for each one of us. He wants to give us life. More than merely life on this earth, God wants to give us eternal life; He wants to make us sons and daughters. Why did it take me so long to realize that life on this world is nothing compared to the gift He wants to give each one? Not all stories end with the temporal life for death plagues both the believer and the non-believer. My hope lies in a better place, a place of promise. Where does your hope lie? 1Co 2:9 But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.  Olivia had an assignment for school which was to write a paper about being the American flag or the Star Spangled Banner. She chose the flag. Olivia has a fondness for poems and decided she wanted to write a poem. I thought it was a great idea and so she wrote her first poem. Here is her poem.
I am the American flag I waive high in the breeze. In the war of 1812 I did not freeze. With honor, freedom, and loyalty we won the victory. Still in God we trust we will make history. When they looked at me with awestruck eyes and willing hearts they sacrificed their lives. If you are distraught fight for me and liberty. By Olivia Brown To my knowledge, I have never written a poem before. I have never enjoyed writing before let alone thinking that I would attempt to write a poem. Recently I have grown fond of writing but Olivia was truly an inspiration with this poem idea. I decided, with her permission, to add to what she wrote and when I look at the work, though it is amateur writing, I see the inspiration of the almighty in it for I would have never thought this could come from a nine year old nor myself. We have been studying American history this year and it is so touching to read about the great men and women who sacrificed so much. My faith melted with a bit of history is the amalgam before you. Here is my version. The Red, White, and Blue I am the American flag I waive high in the breeze In the war of 1812 I did not freeze. With honor, freedom, and loyalty we won the victory. Still in God we trust we will make history. When they looked at me with awestruck eyes and willing hearts they sacrificed their lives. When the antagonist rises upon our shores and freedom no longer soars. Do not be distraught I say, look up and you will see, a wave I will give to thee. Stand tall, gaze at me for the red, white, and blue still stands for liberty. Though that man of sin tries to tear me down know that he can not take our crown. Though I stand alone I will not falter for freedom will not be set on the alter. You see my colors stand for more than liberty they stand for a man who died on a tree. The dark chains of slavery hides in sin you see. So this man Christ Jesus set us free by breaking the shackles of misery. Manifested in a character of purist white, full of glory so that we too may share in His story. Blue represents the law He kept conquering till He wept. Not only tears dropped from His face it was red blood that He shed for this race. I am the American flag with thirteen stripes you see so when you look up at me remember that freedom is never free. It's paid not with money and gold for they grow cold. It is the sweat, blood, and tears that freedom requires standing bold when others retire. Truth and freedom the mystery of iniquity will try to take but with the Holy Ghost we will not quake. Stand tall and remember me I stand for liberty. By Olivia and Renie Brown  My daughter is reading a book about Albert Einstein. As she was sharing with me some of the aspects she found interesting I was touched by one of his quotes. "It would be a sad situation if the wrapper were better than the meat wrapped inside it." Einstein said this in reaction to comments about his mismatched clothes and wild hair. How true this statement is today. I contemplated for days on the foresight of this statement. Look at the degradation of our food. Look at the time and money that is invested on the packaging in order to make the garbage that is being sold look appealing. Not only our food but the things that we put on our bodies and hair. I am guilty of buying perfumes, cleaners, lotions, hairsprays, etc. packed with chemicals that are not only harmful for me but for my family as well. I ask myself why? Because I want to look a certain way. Because I want to smell a certain way. So that I can use a little less elbow grease when cleaning my tub. Is it worth it? Right now the cost to me is nothing, myself and my family are relatively healthy and living a good life. I am not reaping the effects of my actions right now. The question I ask myself is, "how long until I do?" A family that I am acquainted with lost their 14 year old son in 2013. His story is a sad case of doctors forcing his parents to undergo chemotherapy or he would be taken from them and given it anyways. You can read about their story at: http://www.swiftrunnerministries.com/about-us.php Talk about false packaging. Here we have the doctors forcing the parents to give their child a cocktail of deadly chemicals while packaging it in the light that it "might" save their son. But instead it only caused him misery and pain for the remainder of his short life; even to the point he was vomiting up pieces of his own stomach. Now who was negligent here? Who was looking out for the best interest of the child? Surely not the doctors in this situation with their god complex. This is not the only situation either: http://www.nydailynews.com/life-style/health/connecticut-girl-17-fighting-refuse-chemo-article-1.2067278
Einstein really hit on something here long ago. Throughout time we have always looked at man and judged the packaging. My opinion is that we have taken it a step further in our present time and shut off our reason and common sense and allowed others to package information for us. Deceit is packaged in a nice box with a bow and sold as truth. Malignity is wrapped in bright colors and sold with the name of "life" on it. Whether you are a God fearing individual or not it is a common understanding that God does not look on the outward appearance (or packaging) but looks at the heart, 1 Samuel 16:7. Clearly revealing that what is on the inside is what matters most. I not only challenge you but I challenge myself to start looking on the inside of the packaging to find out what really is in what is being advertised. Whether it be food, body products, medicines, or religion. I know one item that has stood the test of time. An item that is not packaged to sell for the outside is black and the label has only two words. An item that may appear as an unattractive box but is filled with precious jewels. Jewels that lead to life not only physically but life of the mind and heart. I know an item that before it was even finished being packaged was sought for by man and they laid their life down for it and to preserve it. It is called, "Holy Bible". The packaging is simple but the truths are deep. Blessings and Peace, Renie I thought I would give you a link to my favorite milk ever, no cow necessary! In one way it is good that gas prices are lower because food prices are so up and down. This recipe may not necessarily be cheaper than purchasing cow's milk but it is going to be healthier. Here is the link to my most favorite milk ever: once you click, scroll down to almond milk. http://www.restorationisnow.com/health-and-beauty.html
Speaking of food prices I thought I would give you a couple updates on some deals that I have discovered. Chia seeds: 5 lb. bag on sale for $30.45 averages $6.09 per lb. at - Azure Standard 2lb. bag for $13.49 averaging $6.75/lb. at - Costco Buy 1lb. get second free for $33.99 at - Puritan's Pride (This is where I used to get my chia seeds. Yikes!) Carob: I use carob more instead of chocolate, my son does not need any extra stimuli. :0 ) 18 oz. bag for $5.18 at a local grocery health food section 5 lbs. (80 oz.) for $7.20 at - Azure (Love this savings!) We use both items quite often in our smoothies and I rotate sprinkling chia and flax seed on our oatmeal. Cashews: I use cashews when I make my sweet cream sauces. Unfortunately the price has gone up. 3 months ago: $2.69/lb. 2months ago: $$4.29/lb. now: 3.96/lb. This is the current price at Winco. They are quite a bit cheaper than Azure Standard Pass on those savings, if you find any great deals I would love to hear about them. To good health, Renie |
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