Mothers' Day Madness

Sunday, more than a dozen children and friends gathered at Donald & Helen’s home to celebrate a Mother’s Day Feast with kabobs, salads and pot luck stuff.

Ginny was not the only mother present at the affair but she raked in a barrel full of loot from adoring children haunted by guilt.

She wore her Just A Wild And Crazy Mom tee shirt and placed her roses in a matching vase:

I cut out paper dolls to present an object lesson about faith. To define faith, I looked the word up in Google to find that definitions include:

Faith is a 1981 record album by British alternative rock band The Cure.

Faith was also a 1995 album released by Bad Boy Records.

And Faith is a fictional character played by Eliza Dushku on the tv series Buffy The Vampire Slayer.

One Bible writer defines faith as “the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen”.

That sounds like double-talk to me.

When I was a kid, some teacher said that if you believe something hard enough, then it will happen.

What nonsense.

I decided to believe God would give me a pony. I strained to believe this, to have faith.

No pony.

Teacher said that God did not answer because I did not have enough faith.

Bull!

What God does or does not do, hardly depends on whether I believe Him or not. He is not dependent on man but he always does what He says He will do.

Jesus Christ is reliable.

I count 15 times in the New Testament where Jesus told someone, “Your faith has made you whole”. In virtually every instance, Jesus had said something first to which the person responded.

One blogger I read recently (sorry, I can’t remember who you are but I remember what you said)…

This blogger said, “Faith is not believing something you know is impossible, but believing Someone you know is trustworthy”.

That was the main point of my devotional talk to my family for Mother’s Day — that faith is straining to believing something you know good and well is nonsense, but believing a Person you know is trustworthy.

And Jesus Christ is trustworthy.

No one more so.

This morning I’m back to work editing another 16^th Century diary (apparently I’m a masochist). This time I’m editing for modern readers the diary of Samuel Ward, one of the translators of the King James Bible.

This ancient diary has got to sell better than the last three I edited… Doesn’t it?

I’ve heard that Albert Einstein said, “Insanity is to keep doing what you’ve been doing and to expect different results”.

Say, did Einstein keep a diary he'd want edited?