A treatise based on 2 Acrositcs. A Sanctity of Life write.
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This treatise is the result of a visit to church 1-18-09, and a song that became the root for the acrostic Worthy Is The Lamb, on 1-19-09 the second acrostic was gelled into the first.
Thankful for the Blogger of the Week nod for 5-31/6-6 from the B.C.O.F.
First time and inspiring to continue blogging on a regular basis.
BLOGGER OF THE WEEK
July 26, 2015 - August 1, 2015
Thank you Lord for the gift of writing.
|Six More Months
An Acrostic Prayer
by Steve Cope
Six more months at the Ridge,
Is it me or is it You, oh Lord.
X number of times I hear it in my mind.
Mind that is aware of Your voice,
Oh so many times proven over and over.
Read to follow Your will now and forever.
Every day life has ups and downs,
Many lives are changed instantly.
Orderly marches quickly turn chaotic.
Newborns are still sacrificed to pagan idols.
Time passes by and soon our lease will be up.
Here, Lord, in this labor of love to You, Your
Servant seeks confirmation if You would have us remain Six More Months at the Ridge.
In Jesus' name I pray. Amen and amen.
|Witness! So I got paid on Thursday. Paid rent on Thursday and asked the Lord how much tithe. A clear # came to my mind and so I told Rhonda and then accounted for it. This morning the tithe went to church with us and it's in the house! It's not the full tithe, but it is a start and praise the Lord for that too!
Before that we went to the store to get food and we maxed out our SNAP, with a buck left over. Good news, it's enough to last for 2 weeks. Now we are a month away from more from SNAP, and I don't feel anxious about that. Ever since our total got reduced by 78, because they say I earn over 1700 a month, I came to realize that we were becoming dependent upon someone other than the Lord.
We will use what SNAP gives us through January 2016 and thank the Lord for it as a means to meet our needs short term, not as a means to fully meet them for a month, by the way even when we were getting more, there was still more we needed before the funds replenished.
I don't know if you who read this believe in the Lord; if you've been a born again Christian for decades; or if you are only now beginning to wonder what it's all about. I can tell you from experience that it is a day-to-day choice to ask the Lord to lead you and then to do what you feel Him leading you to do. I've asked the Lord on many occasions how much for tithe and He has consistently proven that it is His voice, His will, and His guidance. This is only one example about the tithe alone and the realization that it led me to, concerning being dependent upon someone else.
Know that you are not alone. Know that His LOVE for you is real. Know that HE is waiting for you to ask Him, and that you can rest assured God will answer you. Amen and amen.
|DAY 1056: October 7, 2015
Prompt: Which do you enjoy more rain or snow? What is your favorite rain or snow memory?
If I enjoyed one over the other I'd have to say I enjoy snow more. Now that's really counter to my natural bent of being cold natured and having to bundle up like the kid on A Christmas Story to endure the cold.
Reason? Well Instead of telling you of my favorite snow day memory, I will tell you the most memorial experience I had on a rainy day while on vacation a few decades ago.
I went to Galveston Island for the first and only time in my life. I had a wonderful time the first day; exploring the downtown area; looking at the architecture and watching an old octopus movie that was as scary as it got at the time.
The next; and as it turned out the last day; of my trip did not go so well. I was still having fun until the sky began to darken, the wind started picking up, and the rain began dropping in small buckets. Mind you I was in the middle of downtown, on the street, and I don't remember if I had a coat on or not since it was summer at the time.
So I think you can imagine what's coming next but for those of you who do not, here goes. I was getting pretty wet so I stood under one of the awesome awnings that overhang the stores in downtown Galveston attempting to wait out the downpour.
Suddenly things got much brighter! I heard a crack of thunder and right above me I smelled the smell of burning material where the lightning struck just above my head! I think I ran a 1 second mile; if you know what I mean; to the bus station and got my bus ticket changed to leaving on that same day.
Now that I think about it from this side of it. I know that the Lord was truly covering me with His protection because that could well have been the day I got fried like an egg on the summer sidewalk of downtown Galveston, Texas.
So I figure it's better to be a walking snowman rather than a crispy critter, and to this day I still have a healthy respect for lightning and it's crackling power.
Thank you Snow for a good prompt to draw this from my memory banks and making it feel a little warmer inside on a cool start to an autumn morning. Bring on the snow or rain, I'll be thankful for either one on this day and keep my head down in either case.
|Yesterday I reached another goal in my quest to jog for health, Rhonda, and various charity walks I walk in through the year.
I've created a hashtag on FB chronicling my attempts at jogging. Along the way I've posted a viedo or two and here is the latest video revealing the attaining of my goal of 1500 yards a week.
It's been enhanced by the tools on youtube so you should enjoy iit. I don't speak much in the first parts but then it picks up and closes with the capturing the milestone crossed.
|Prompt: September 23 is the first day of fall. What is your favorite thing about autumn? Write a story or poem about it.
I'm thinking the favorite thing is the leaves and the color changes they go through before they fall off and make room for next years growth spurts.
Autumn brings cooler days.
Unleashing the leaves that did cleave.
Tumbling down to the ground,
Unaware of the piles they will be raked into.
Mushed together in a big black bag.
Now there is room for more leaves to grow, until anew Autumn brings the winds of change.
Here's a video on youtube that Rhonda and I filmed a couple of years back.
|Prompt: What do you think about pseudonyms? Would you ever use a pen name on a published piece or would you rather use your real name?
I've always fancied using Copenator as my pheudonym. I really don't have an opinion overall about pen names, whether it's Joe Blow or the next Poet Laureate, it's a matter of if the words they publish speak to the hearts of their audience.
So the name you see on Learning To Cope; Words and Wisdom by Steve Cope is me, myself, and I. Considering I already have an E-book with my actual name, I wonder if I might confuse people when I come out with my next book of acrostics. Of course I use Copenator so much that it is synonymous with me anyway.
Thanks for a thought provoking prompt.
fellow B.C.O.Frs united!
|Prompt: Do you think our society has gotten too politically correct? Is there even such a thing as being too politically correct? Share your opinions on this topic.
I remember a time when PC, just referred to the computer you were using. Man in his infinite wisdom has gathered in a corner and decided they were going to control speech and boom we have political correctness.
Being politically correct has gone too far. It is now being used as a means of finding one more thing to be offended by and adding it to the list of PC no-nos. The concept is now hindering so many areas of our lives that no matter where you are, you see the result of "PC mania". Even football teams are being assailed to change their names to a more generic term.
I grew up watching the classic pig skin battles between the Cowboys and the Redskins; sometimes the Cowboy's won and sometimes the Redskins won. The players on each team never even considered that one day their names would become offensive to anyone. It is merely a name of two teams who have had a rivalry for decades and who still show good sportsmanship and the end of every game. It's the game of football that they love and no one worried about whether anyone else would be offended by playing Cowboys and Indians on the grid-iron.
Do children even play Cowboys and Indians anymore? Have their parents stopped buying cap guns and bow and arrow sets? We don't have children; nor is my wife able to with all of her medical maladies. This inquiring mind wants to know.
I don't think the original intention of PC was to hamstring people to the point that they are afraid of speaking their minds, for fear of offending someone or stepping on the toes of this group or that.
Here is a definition of PC. Description of the practice of using speech that conforms to liberal or radical opinion by avoiding language which might cause offence to or disadvantage social minorities.1
If you look at this definition you see that it is legalese. It's politically born and yet it is now spreading it's tendrils into the lives of the citizens who once had fun playing games and are now afraid of getting chastised for this or that from political groups who are stretching the definition to their advantage.
When I say PC, ninety-nine percent of the time I'm talking about my computer. It's the one percent that started the PC movement who is mucking things up. Oh wait mucking is too wimpy a word; however I will not print the colorful language word that so many people throw around.
Political correctness will eventually paint itself into a corner and collapse on itself, because it is becoming political weaponry and not a tool to help people think before they speak or act.
You are important to God; your loved ones; the WdC and Copenator out!
P.S. If you are offended by me calling you "beloved", I cannot do a thing about it, because the word "beloved" comes from my heart and that's the truth.
Serving Him by serving you,
servant in Christ
founder of Copenator's Crew
|Mary Wollstonecraft Shelly had a dream in the summer of 1816 that later became the story for Frankenstein. Have you ever said, done, or written something that you say in a dream? If so, what was it and how did you use it? If not, what kind of creation do you think you could come up with in a dream and why?
I mostly don't remember my dreams. I do remember one night having to get out of bed at 5 in the morning to write 2 pieces on abortion (one a song, the other a story), and after I did that, I returned to sleep and had the deepest sleep I've ever had. Whether it was a dream that started the writing, I cannot be sure, but it's as close as I've been to being inspired by a dream.
Oh wait I do remember another time that I was on a trip with a campus mission group (Baptist Student Union or BSU), and I was asleep dreaming and I was awakened to write a little piece that I later read to the group when they were awake. It was literally decades ago when I was in college (Mary Hardin-Baylor in Belton, Texas). I still don't remember the dream that sparked the awakening, but I do know it was inspired by the dream. Other than that, I think that's the only time.
We Are His Children is the name of the piece I wrote and if I can find it amid all the journals I have, I'll put it up here one day.
Thx for bringing back a good memory from my college days with this prompt.
|Prompt: Have you ever been to a palm reader or fortune teller? If so, what did they tell you? If not, would you be interested in doing it? Do you believe in this sort of thing? Why or why not?
No I've never been to a palm reader or fortune teller.
No I would not be interested in doing it because I do not believe in them.
I believe in the King of kings and Lord of lords, and His Holy Word condemns these practices and other things along with it.
I do not think they are able to predict the future. They may be able to make a good approximation, or come close in their interpretations by using the skills they have honed over the time they have done reading or fortune telling.
I will not participate in a practice that I do not hold faith in.
I will not condemn them; however; because I am not the judge of their actions.
In the end, they will have to face the one true judge, and that cannot be avoided.
You are beloved; important to Gpd; the WdC and Copenator out!
|DAY 1000: August 12, 2015
"Blogging Circle of Friends " is celebrating 1000 days today. Write a poem, short story or something about how to celebrate a 1000 anniversary.
One thousand days, oh what a milestone.
I remember when this was first formed and a lot of the blogs I have in here were a result of those earlier prompts. The founder of the group was always so open and caring.
I think a great way to celebrate 1000 days is to shoot for another thousand.
Or you could have a blog-a-thon where one person starts the blog and it just mushrooms into a day full of blogs.
Or we can have a 1 day raffle and all the proceeds would go to the group or contest leader who needs it the most. Maybe 5 % could go to the winner so the majority would go straight to the group.
I am thankful the group is still viable and dearly missed it when I had to leave the group due to no internet access or very limited access for long stretches of time.
Here's to 2000 days just 1k days away.
fellow B.C.O.Frs unite!!!!!