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 |  Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
A Texas Sunrise  A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge. This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby. Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog. I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh. For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
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| I wrote so many notes yesterday, that I'm having a bit of trouble reading reading my own handwriting. Early on in my struggles with back and neck pain, I started losing strength in my left arm and hand. And I'm left handed! My writing today looks nothing like it did just ten years ago. And sometimes I do have trouble reading it. While I'm getting my notes organized and trying to remember what my chicken scratch says, why don't you do this. Write down five things that are important to you. You can work on that a minute while I figure out my notes. .......................................................................................................................................................... ...................................................................................................................................................... Oh, are you finished? Got your list? Good. We'll use that in just a minute. Here goes: Part 3 - Building Character - Trust in God The pastor reminded us that last week's sermon was about truth decay.  This sermon was about trusting God, what happens when we don't, and how to be more trusting.Now grab your list. What was the first thing you wrote down? Whatever it is, that's what you worship most. Hopefully, it was God, although lots of folks don't put God first. Many folks put God in a box and bring him out when they need Him. Sound familiar? That's a genie, not God! Psalms 5:11 Let those rejoice who put their trust in you. If you have placed anything or anyone at the top of your list, other than God, you have built an idol to that thing or person. Augustine defined idolatry as worshiping what ought to be used and using what ought to be worshiped.  Mistrust = the result of missing the only reliable source of trust - God.Discouragement will keep us down. We get discouraged when we expect ANYTHING OR ANYONE other than God to meet our needs. Habakuk 2:15 NIV Of what value is an idol? For he who makes it trusts in his own cration; he makes idols that cannot speak. Isaiah 44:20 NLT The poor, deluded fool feeds on ashes. He is trusting something that can give him no help at all. Yet he cannot bring himself to ask, "Is this thing, this idol that I'm holding in my hand a lie?" Domination will keep us down. 1 Corinthians 12:2 GN ...you were controlled by dead idols, who led you astray. Do you exist for God, or does God exist for you? Distrust = the difficulties in trustig God.You don't trust somebody you don't know! Psalms 9:10 NCV Those who know the Lort trust him, because he will not leave those who come to him. How do you gain trust in God? Get to know Him. Read the Owner's Manual! God didn't edit the Owner's Manual, He wrote it!!! Did you know that if you read the Bible just 15 minutes a day, you can read the whole Bible in a year? Or if you stopped watching TV for three hours a night and, instead, read the Bible, you could read the entire Bible through once a month????! Hmmm. And we say we don't have time??? You can't know somebody if you have misinformation. Popular myths about God's character: 1) Heavenly Killjoy People think that God is out to keep us from having fun. It's not true! 2) Celestial Santa People also think that God is just there to give us what we want. That's not true either. He is not a magical catalog of stuff. You can't just push a button and expect God to provide whatever it is like He's a vending machine. There are other myths about God. These are just two of the most popular. And you know what? Dad's not happy when we misrepresent Him. Entrust = our motivation for giving God a chance.We can trust God to be candid. God IS truth. He cannot lie or misrepresent truth. Hebrews 6:18 TLB He has given us both his promise and his oath, two things we can completely count on, for it is impossible for God to tell a lie. We can trust God to be caring. God IS Love. 1 John 4:16, 18 NLT We know how much God loves us, and we have put our trust in him. God is love...Such love has no fear because perfect love expels all fear. The best demonstartion of God's love for us is....Jesus. Fears of non-believers: 1) no freedom Wrong! We have freedom to choose. Just not freedom from consequences. God allows us to make really dumb choices, but we cannot escape the consequences of those stupid acts. Do we have freedom? Check out the TV shows any day of the week. Things don't shock us like they used to 30 years ago. America has forgotten how to blush. We have the freedom to do wrong and to be evil. 2) no fun Wrong! No one has more fun that a sober Christian! 3) fanaticism. Wrong! The American Heritage Dictionary defines fanaticism as, "excessive, irrational zeal." A Christian might have zeal, but it's rational. He knows the character of God and is excited about it! We can trust God because He is in control. He has the Will, the Purpose, and the Strength to carry out His Will and Purpose. It doesn't matter what our opinion is of God. What matters is WHO GOD REALLY IS. What is Truth? I love how God works. Our small groups are NOT following the pastor's sermon series right now. Or so we thought. Each small group has chosen something to study this time, rather than all studying the same thing. We're studying the book of 1 Thessalonians in my small group. So far, we've only gotten through Chapter 1. And don't you know that last night we talked about idols? |
Last week, I took a nap on Sunday afternoon and ended up missing my small group. I'm NOT going to make that mistake this week.  But I am tired. Some days this stupid fibro and fatigue stuff make it hard to do more than one activity per day. I wonder if I should look for a small group on another night besides Sunday. Hmmm.Last night at dinner, Tiff said the prayer before our meal. There was nothing new about that. She often offers the prayer. When she does, she usually recites something that she knows. Lots of adults do that, or they repeat what they've always said as a prayer before a meal. But last night, Tiff made me proud. She offered a real and heart-felt prayer, one of her own words to Dad. I'm sure He was pleased as well. Hey, and she even thanked Him for her step-mom - ME! How cool is that? Tomorrow, I'll post sermon notes. Here's a bit of a teaser: Last week our pastor spoke about truth decay.  This week, his series on building character continued and talked about trusting God.We learned: That America doesn't blush anymore.That, if instead of watching TV for 3 hours a night (the average for average Americans), we read God's word for 3 hours a night, we could read the entire Bible through once a month!!! Just 15 minutes a day and we can read through the Bible in a year.That folks spend $1.7 billion on the psychic hotline. Can you imagine??????Check here tomorrow for more ...like how some folks think of God as a Heavenly Killjoy ...or ...a Celestial Santa. |
| My son's dad used to throw the words, "I promise" around way too much. Many times, it was because our son asked it of him. "You promise, Dad?" "Yes, I promise." His dad was never good about putting God first, then family. His "projects" always got in the way, the ones that were going to make him his millions. I'm sure he'll go to his grave trying to make his millions. I wonder how much closer he might have gotten if he had remembered the really important things. Anyway, those projects got in the way, and sometimes he would just forget about the promises he had made to our son. In Derek's early years, there was a pained look that his eyes took on when one of his dad's promises was not fulfilled. Later, his eyes took on a harder, colder look when his dad promised anything. Derek learned not to trust his father's word. I've been going through a few books I have about God's promises today. Thankfully, our Heavenly Father is nothing like my son's father. God actually does keep His promises. We can take comfort in God's word, knowing that He meant it when it was written and still means it today. Mark 11:24-25 NIV Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins." Joshua 1:9 NIV Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go." Luke 1:50 NIV His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation. Matt 6:31-34 NIV So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Luke 6:38 KJV Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again. ********** I had been a Christian for many, many years before anyone ever suggested to me that a prayer journal is something every Christian should have. I was in a group of women, most of whom had been in the church for many years. Our speaker was also a women. She asked who had prayer journals. Many of us did. Some even had places in their prayer journal for praise reports. But none of us had ever thought to tie these two things together - our prayers and our praises. None of us believed in coincidence. And we all knew that when God answers prayers, He can answer, yes, no or wait. But no one had ever suggested to us to put a column in our prayer journals for God's answers. Well, duh. By changing that one thing, by including God's answers to prayers, it was easy to see that sometimes something that we prayed about months (perhaps years) ago had come to pass. In God's timing. God's perfect timing. |
| I have always loved reading the quotations of wise men and women. They don't have to be the most famous folks on earth, although it seems that most are famous. Some of the wisest words can be found in the book of Proverbs. Have you ever just poured over Proverbs? Prov 10:4 NIV Lazy hands make a man poor, but diligent hands bring wealth. Prov 10:9 NIV The man of integrity walks securely, but he who takes crooked paths will be found out. Prov 10:12 NIV Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers over all wrongs. Prov 11:12 NIV A man who lacks judgment derides his neighbor, but a man of understanding holds his tongue. There are other wise words, of course. It always amazes me when people who claim to be writers, here and on other sites, also proclaim that they have no time to read. How can one be a writer who does not read? Here's what some wise folks say about reading: Reading is essential for those who seek to rise above the ordinary. We must not permit anything to stand between us and the book that could change our lives. ~ Jim Rohn The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them. ~ Mark Twain The things you read will fashion you by slowly conditioning your mind. ~ A.W. Tozer About writing: What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers. -Logan Pearsall Smith About giving advice (or reviews?): Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind. ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great. ~ Mark Twain About being an artist or being creative: An artist cannot fail; it is a success to be one. ~ Charles Horton Cooley The very essence of the creative is its novelty, and hence we have no standard by which to judge it. ~ Carl R. Rogers Thinking: The talking of the soul with itself. ~ Plato Use what talent you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best. ~ Henry Van Dyke Words – so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become, in the hands of one who knows how to combine them! ~ Vathaniel Hawthorne Put it before them briefly so they will read it, clearly so they will appreciate it, picturesquely so they will remember it and, above all, accurately so they will be guided by its light. ~ Joseph Pulitzer We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." -Aristotle Saying these kinds of things gets me into trouble, but it's really what I believe. This is Kenzie. Kenzie says: "I don’t think true writers ever write anything bad, not if we allow the heart and soul to be the writer of our words." Kenzie says: "If you dream of being a writer, you already are one! The words are merely being held prisoner in your mind. Release them!" And because I think we need reminded of this now and then: Our Constitution was made only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate to the government of any other. ~ President John Adams, Oct. 11, 1798 Some links you might like: Online Magazines http://onlinenewspapers.com/magazines/ Newspapers and Magazines http://www.allyoucanread.com/ A Publisher http://www.wordwright.biz/html/submissions.html The Vocabula Review http://www.vocabula.com/ The Poetry Market E-Zine http://www.thepoetrymarket.com/  |
| I have shared this before, but it relates to my Thursday ponderings. I started working at a mid-sized newspaper in Texas about six weeks before Sept. 11, 2001 and immediately I wondered why I was there and if I had done that stupid thing I had done before. You know...charging ahead before God had revealed what He wanted me to do. There was so much fussing in the newsroom and God was so obviously absent from the employees and from the news, that I found it hard to go to work some mornings. That's when I began - again - waking very early in the mornings so that I could watch the sun rise and listen to the birds as they began their morning worship. I enjoyed watching the squirrels romp. And my spirit was quieted enough to join the chaos I knew I would face each day. I was glad that that I had the newsroom to myself each day for about two to three hours. I was able to review and plan what I needed to do without interruption, at least from other employees. But I soon realized that the longer I was there, the more the newsroom phone rang in those early morning hours. Even the receptionist noticed it. When I first started at the newspaper, I was the editorial assistant. A big part of my job was reading all of the letters to the editor and recommending to the managing editor which ones we should print. He also read them all, but he and the publisher soon came to trust my judgement on what should be published. Yes, we disagreed sometimes, but I won more than I lost. It was also my job, once we had decided upon letters to be published, to contact the writers to make sure we had their permission to print. Most letters had to be edited. People - like me! - tend to use far too many words than necessary, and we did have a limit to the number of words allowed in each letter or guest column. (Guest columns were allowed more words than regular letters to the editor, but still had a limit.) Before I arrived, the managing editor did all the editing of the letters, and he often angered the writers by how he did that. After I started, I was allowed to edit some, and I usually got the task of editing anything from pastors, churches or Christians. At first, folks didn't trust me to edit their letters any more than they did the managing editor. They really wanted to do it themselves. But try as they might, they usually could not get their 750 word letters down to the required 300 words or less. Often, they would be ready to give up rather than have their words and message destroyed. Then, I would gently ask if I might try. I would work on their letters, then email a copy to them, and they would usually be pleased (and surprised) with the result. These folks, many of them regular letter writers (have you ever noticed that? Letters to the editor are often written by the same people over and over again...), were the ones also calling me early each morning. Even with these affirmations, though, I still wondered what purpose I served and why I had thought God was all for me working at the newspaper. One thing that our newspaper did not publish was poetry, even though we got at least three or four poems - about current events - each week. I had the task of letting people know that we just could not publish poetry. Sometimes, the poems would have been ideal for addressing a particular issue, but the editor and publisher stood firm on this rule. Then came Sept. 11, 2001. I arrived a bit later than I should have that day. I had trouble getting out of bed, and when I did I turned on the news. I really didn't want to leave my living room, then, but knew that I had to. I sped down the highway to work and, as usual, turned on the newsroom TV's as I entered. I beckoned the people in the classified sales department through the glass that separated us, knowing that they would want to see the news being shown. Shortly after they all stood behind me watching the New York scene, the second plane hit. Thirty minutes later, the managing editor arrived and asked that I contact every reporter and photragrapher whether or not they were scheduled to work. Even before they all gathered, he had me calling banks and government offices to see if they had done anything to change their security measures. Naturally, they wouldn't really share much about that. Everyone in the newsroom became reporters that day, even our part time file clerk. We all gathered quotes and information from local people. As a mid-sized local paper, we didn't try to compete with larger regional or national news media. Our focus was on how this affected the local people and businesses. As I spoke to one small town local mayor, she and I prayed together over the phone. I noticed that the newsroom noice quieted as we prayed and when I hung up the phone, the reporter behind me said, "Hey, I'm a Christian. How come no one wants to pray with me? Why is it that whether you call a banker, the post office or one of the town halls, you end up praying? Here, call this business and see if the owner prays with you." And so I did. And, yes, we prayed too. It was then, I think, that I figured out why I was working in the newsroom at that time and place. So why am I pondering about this today? Well... Even though we had a hard and fast rule about never, ever publishing poetry, that changed for a while after 9/11. The poems started coming in and we started publishing them every Sunday. For weeks, we printed two full pages of poems every Sunday. Without ever telling the public that our policy had changed, the poems just started coming in droves. Without much discussion in the newsroom, we decided that our readers needed to vent and share in the only way they felt they could. And many who had never written a poem in their lives, did so after Sept. 11 and submitted them to the newspaper. When tragedy occurs, people write poetry. When President Kennedy died when I was in the 6th grade, I wrote a poem about it. When the Challenger accident happened, I wrote a poem about it. When kids were shot at Columbine, I wrote a poem about it. (I don't have any of these.) When Sept. 11 happened, I wrote a poem about it. "Tumbled Towers, Humbled Hearts"  When the Columbia accident happened, I wrote a poem about it. "Shuttled Home" So why couldn't I write one about the Virginia Tech massacre? Is it because I cannot cry? "The "eyes" have it" |
| And to think that it showed up in Kenzie(kin's) mail.... You remember? "And to think that it happened on Mulberry Streety?" Oh never mind. I was not online or one WDC much today, 'cause I was making sure my computer was in tip-top shape. Or as tip-toppy as it can be. I was supposed to be doing an interactive online survey at 6 p.m. and wanted to make sure my computer was as good as it could be. I polished and tweaked and everything. Of course, way too many people logged in for the survey and instead of spending 90 minutes and getting $30, I'll get a few bucks for trying. Oh well. Anyway, at some point I realized that I could use hubby's computer while mine was doing scan disk and defrag and whatever other hoops I made it jump. There sure were a bunch of emails in my inbox. I pondered that a minute, then realized that it was newsletter day and I subscribe to a few. But there were also quite a few emails from one particular writer. Five to be exact. Those emails all had the same subject too. Re: Review of item #xxxxxx. I pondered that for a minute. Wondered if this person, whose handle was not familiar to me, actually responded to a review I did 5 times or if he/she hit the button too many times. Or, maybe he/she was just using the reply button instead of typing my name in the "to" line. I just didn't know. I kicked back and started reading. My chair - well hubby's chair, since I was using his computer - was tilted back a bit and I was settling in to get comfy and read my emails here at the friendly WDC place. But as I started reading, I leaned forward right about the time that the kitty thought she would join me on the chair. We both almost toppled over. And why, you might ask? Because of what I read in the first email. My, my, this person must have had me confused with someone else. Yep, that must be it. 'Cause this guy had sent me a downright nastygram (as Budroe   says). Well, actually, 5 nastygrams. The first was a bit nasty, and by the time he had typed the last one (5 in about 65 minutes), it was really, really bad. He called me names (*itch and *nal *itch), told me that I had no idea what good writing was and said I had no sense of humor. (Moi? Come on.)I looked at the few lines I had sent as a review. Then I read his work again, since I really didn't remember it. It had been a few days... You know, some folks think that I send blanket good reviews to everyone, but that's just not true. This guy would tell you that. If something touches me, I'll say that. If I think it needs work, I'll say that too. This one needed work, in my opinion. And it was titled a joke and I could not find any humor in it. Rather, I thought it was mean and mean spirited and said so. Even so, those of you who know me by now, know that I said that as kindly as I knew how. And yet this person shot off 5 emails to me, each one worse than the last. Sigh. I thought about responding, but really didn't want to get into a back and forth with this guy. I also didn't want anyone else subjected to the abuse I received. So I reported it as harrassment, since the dude had sent me 5 emails in 65 minutes all about the same one writing of his and one review of mine. Y'all can report harrassment too, if you get any.
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| Last night on our local news there was a short piece about the fact that some people food is now contaminated by that wheat gluton the pet food had. It seems that some farmers fed the pet food to pigs. Supposedly, the amount that people would actually get from eating the pork isn't much. But they still made the farmer stop selling his pigs for us to eat. Hmmm. My sister called late last night to let me know that our brother was in the hospital again in Pittsburgh. It's one of his routine visits to have his fluids drained. He's an alcoholic whose kidneys and liver don't work well anymore, and when his fluids back up his belly grows and grows. It looks like he's swallowed a water melon. I talked to him late this afternoon. Now...my brother started doing drugs and drinking booze in his early teens. But he started lying about everything before he went to kindergarten. Why is that important? Because he told me that he was also in the hospital about a month or so ago because he was bitten by a rat. My brother is mostly homeless. He has lived in abandoned cars, under bridges, in cardboard boxes. He says right now he's living underneath a porch somewhere. I think it's the porch of the bar where he hangs out. He has no money, but he does some cleaning and runs (literally) a few errands for the owner and is paid in booze. The local restaurants also pay him to do insignificant errands, so he eats at least once a day too. Supposedly, brother Bill lay down for the night last month and put his hand under the pillow and felt something furry. He scared the rat as much as it scared him and it bit his forehead. Bill said that he walked to the police station, where they called for an ambulance for him. This kind of thing could happen to a homeless drunk. No doubt. But with my brother's reputation for lying, it's hard to tell if it's a true story or not. About 6 months ago, he called his daughter supposedly from the hospital after a heart attack. She informed everyone in the family, but the hospital said he had not been there in months. So, you just never know with him. I finally got my hair cut. I've been in Cincinnati for 2 1/2 years almost and this is only the third time I've had it cut. The first two times, I went to those cheapo places and really hated the cuts I got. So my hair had gotten waaaaaaaaaay too long - for a 55 year old - and terribly unruly. I finally discovered that one of our church members worked as a hair stylist and everyone said she was wonderful. Well, she is. She also works in a pretty fancy place. My hair cut cost $30 plus tip. I had something else to write about, but I have totally forgotten what it was. I blame that on fibro fog, of course. It has nothing at all to do with getting old. Don't even go there. Grrr. Today my stomach/digestive system decided that it hadn't been bothering me for a while and decided to fix that. My stomach feels like there's a real war going on in there. Seriously. I can feel the stomach juices just a-sloshing around in there. Burning pain. Grrr. |
| You've heard it before. I can't believe it's Monday. Where did the weekend go??? I have a mini-rant while I'm thinking about it. Not long ago, I received an email from a newbie asking how many gift points one had to pay someone for a review. That whole idea - HAVING to give gp's when someone reviews - has been bugging me for some time. I remember the first time I saw someone actually put that in writing in a "how-to" piece. I think it was how to get seen and reviewed more, and it mentioned that WDC etiquette said that one should reward those who take the time to review one's work. Who said? I guess I'm a rebel on some level and I HATE it when someone decides I have to do something, especially when it doesn't make sense. I'm not saying that you should never send gp's to a reviewer. But I do wonder about HAVING to do so. Reward good reviews if you want, but the amount given should be up to you. But should you reward that reviewer who is sending the exact same review to everyone, just so he/she can get system rewards? I think not. A thoughtful review, a helpful review, one that points out things that don't work or that do might warrant a few gift points as a reward. But not a short cookie-cutter review. That's my opinion, anyway. On to the sermon notes.... I find it rather..."interesting" that our pastor began a sermon series about building character right before the shooting at VA Tech. His sermon on Sunday actually adressed some of the things that seemed to be issues with the shooter. There are lots of margin notes this week! For instance: People today think, "They caused me to do it!" The pastor said that, and as he did, I remembered that when I was in high school and college, many said, "The devil made me do it!" Comedians even said that in their routines. But back then, we weren't talking about someone else causing us to be violent. Perhaps making us participate in a sit-in or peace march. Perhaps "making" us try some drugs. But never "making" us inflict harm on someone else. The world has certainly changed. Other margin notes: There's a difference between having rights and having responsibilities. Between entitlements and obligations. Between choice and commitments. We focus too much on one side and not the other side (on rights instead of responsibilities, etc.). Do we think Frank Sinatra was a theologian? That his song, "I did it my way" should be our mantra? 1 Cor 10:12 NIV So, if you think you are standing firm, be careful that you don't fall! If you have been responsible, God will bless your sox off! We receive blessings for just being responsible. God is interested only in your character. That's the part that lives on into eternity. This is our temporary home. We all have an eternity coming - in one place or the other. Read Proverbs! The definition of fool is irresponsible. Fool is mentioned over and over (as is the wise one - the responsible one). Temptations are bad and come from Satan. Inspirations are good and come from God. The average American spends $1300 for every $1000 he earns. The biggest problem with marriages today is finances. Til debt do us part. If you're not hungry for God's word, it's because you're filling up on other things. The pastor used food as an example. If you're filling up on chips, when it's time for dinner you're not hungry. If you eat too much stuffing, there won't be room for turkey. We're supposed to be hungry for God's word. If we're not, it probably means we're reading other things, watching news, filling our minds and our time with things other than God things. On to the fill-in-the-blanks... The mentality of our culture: I demand it. I have my rights.I didn't do it. I'm a victim. I blame him.I deserve it. The world owes me.Galatians 6:5 (MSG) Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best you can with your own life. Motivation for responsible character God is observing.Hebrews 4:13 (NCV) Nothing in all the world can be hidden from God. Everything is clear and lies open before Him, and to Him we must explain the way we have lived. Romans 14:12 (NLT) Yes, each of us will have to give a personal accounting to God. People are affected by me.1 Corinthians 10:24 (GW) People should be concerned about others and not just about themselves. I am rewarded for it.Deuteronomy 28:2 (MSG) All these blessings will come down on you and spread out beyond you because you have responded to the voice of God, your God. Matthew 25:29 (NKJV) For to everyone who has, more will be given. Models for responsible living I must save my money.Proverbs 21:20 (TLB) The wise man saves for the future, but the foolish man spends whatever he gets. I must nourish my mind. (Remember garbage in, garbage out.)Proverbs 23:7 (ASV) For as he thinketh within himself, so is he. Proverbs 15:14 (NLT) A wise person is hungry for truth, while the fool feeds on trash. I will admit my mistakes.Proverbs 28:13 (TLB) A man who refuses to admit his mistakes can never be successful. But if he confesses and forsakes them, he gets another chance. 2 Corinthians 5:21 (NIV) God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. Our pastor suggested that we remember these verses above, about admitting our mistakes and claiming the righteousness of God. He suggested that we write the words, "I am the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus" somewhere where we can see them. After we have confessed and vowed to forsake our sin, of course. I am the righteousness of God in Christ Jesus. I have lots I should/could do today. House wifey stuff. Cleaning. Plus I still have things I brought back from Texas that need to have homes somewhere. Hopefully, someone is coming to look at one or two pianos this weekend. Pray with me that the man buys at least one (two would be better!). It would really help our finances. |
| I've mentioned my dry eyes and the fact that I cannot cry. And how painful it was last week that I couldn't cry when I wanted to over the tragedy at Virginia Tech. A few years ago, I wrote about the callouses on my eyes.
You know what else? Last year when I went to the eye doc, I had just developed a skin tag on my eye lid. The doc it an eye wart and said he'd be glad to take it off for me. I was rather insulted that he said I had an eye wart. Gross. Besides, with him putting plugs in my tear ducts to help my dry eyes (no, I cannot quite figure that one out either), I didn't really have the money to do the cosmetic thing and get the eye wart off too. So, it's been there ever since. The stupid thing even got a bit dark so that to cover it up I would have had to use a dark eye shadow color. Not my thing or my color. So, it's been there for the world to see. This morning when I was washing my face and getting ready to put on some make-up, there was something sticking to my eye lashes. I picked it off and realized that it was that stupid eye wart. Yep. The thing just dropped off. I guess that proves that the doc's term - eye wart - was on target. Warts do fall off. Guess that's all for now. I'll share sermon notes tomorrow. But here's a hint: isn't it amazing that our pastor started a new sermon series last week about building character - just before the VA Tech horror? This week's heading was "Whose Responsibility?" One of my margin notes was quoting the pastor, "They caused me to do it!" But that reminded me that back when I was in high school and collge, we used to say, "The devil made me do it." Even comedians said that. We were usually talking about peaceful things, though, not violent acts. The world has changed. Continuing tomorrow. |
| Right. Well sort of. Someone must have been praying that I might be able to cry. That's really sweet of you, but would you mind being a bit more specific? Today as I rode down the street, some tears trickled of the sides of my eyes. I wasn't thinking sad thoughts, but there they were. Tears and driving don't mix well. Besides, there weren't enough to flush my eyes. Just enough to make them sore. I don't feel much like blogging today. Why, you ask? I dunno. The answer that comes to mind is, "I don't wanna. You can't make me. I'm going out to eat worms." Did we really say that???? You know, there's one thing in my portfolio that has not had much activity. It's the only thing with a passkey and no one has ever asked for it. But I did provide the key in my blog entry one day. It appears that it's only been viewed and rated one time, and that's because I specifically asked someone to take a look at it. Much to do. I'll share more tomorrow. |
| The whole point of mentioning psycho cat yesterday was to tell how she woke me. But I forgot to mention that. Yesterday, I didn't have to get up to pick up Derek from work since it was one of his off days. Hubby doesn't wake me on those days, but often the animals do. Before we got Opera, Piewacket would usually wake me about 15 minutes after Jim left for work because she was lonely. She's not so lonely with the kitty around, but now Opera wakes me. Yesterday, she woke me even before hubby left for work. Grrrr. I'm not sure - since I was SLEEPING! - if she jumped from the floor to the bed and landed on me or if she was in the window behind our bed and jumped down from there and on me. One of her claws ended up inside my nose, though, and I emerged from the bedroom to greet hubby with a tissue stuffed up my nose. It was bleeding a bit. Last week (or was it the week before?...time goes so fast) she did the same thing only her claw gouged my cheek. That's still tender to the touch. Stupid cat. Whether she's jumping from the floor to the bed or from the window to the bed, she really could find a place to land besides on me! Or if she insists on jumping on me, she could keep the claws in. Grrr. Anyway, that's why I started to write about Opera yesterday. And I forgot.  If you're a regular visitor, you know that I usually share my sermon notes on Mondays. Hubby thought it might be helpful to actually see what I'm talking about when I write about fill-in-the-blanks and margin notes. This image is small, so you can't actually read the words. But it does show that the printed part with places to fill in the blanks is in the middle, and my scribbles are all over the margins.  These notes go with this entry: "MONDAY! - Updated at 10:20 pm" Yesterday, Pass it on sent me this beautiful daisy sig. I guess I had been the highest bidder in an action some time ago and I think I had dropped the ball by not telling what kind of sig I wanted. We finally got that all straightened out and this is the result. I guess that's all for now, although some thoughts might emerge from the fog later.  |
| Our younger cat really is strange. I wonder if she'll ever grow up. She runs around the house like a....well, like she's nuts sometimes. My son thinks she's totally lacking a brain, 'cause she doesn't appear to be able to learn some things. I'm not sure. She has learned the things she wants to do, just not the things she shouldn't do. It's like having a terrible two around who doesn't get any older, though. A bit tiring. But she really is good at purring - LOUDLY - when she thinks she has maybe gone a bit too far. Then she crawls up into my lap and looks at me with such sweet, innocent eyes and turns on that purring motor. Boy does she know me. I can't get angry when she's like that. So. Is she stupid? Probably not. I'm avoiding TV and news media today. It's not that I don't want to know what's going on about Virginia Tech. But, one of my fibro problems is dry eye. Last year, my eye doc put some plugs in my eye lids (although he didn't finish the job 'cause we haven't finished paying for what he did do), to try to help the situation. From what I've learned, though, it might be a lost cause. Folks with fibro can get dry eye. Folks on the medications I take can get dry eye. Folks who have worn contact lenses for 40 years can get dry eye. Add all of those factors together, and it's no wonder I have it. And having dry eye has been down right painful these last few days. I never knew how physically painful it could be when you want - need - to cry but can't. It's like all the emotions have just bunched up inside of me and have no where or no way to escape. By avoiding watching any more news coverage, I have somewhat avoided adding to the pain. My poor son is having trouble with his hands. It's been mostly pain, but now he's losing feeling in his right hand. His dominant hand. Turns out that at work he spends at least 3 of the 8 hours using a (retail) scan gun. I've used those myself, but never for that long in any one day. I can't imagine using one 3+ hours a day every day - for two years. He's been searching the internet and thinks it might be carpal tunnel. He's worried about the cost of treating it and if surgery might be necessary, etc. I think I eased his fears a bit on that. I think since it's a work related thing that it might be covered by worker's comp. I hope so for his sake. I was doing some searching last night and discovered that this church has one of my writings on its web site. I half-way remember them asking if they could use it. I've had at least 5 churches ask to use my writings in the past few years. I've always said yes. http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache:TTHPTLMMRzQJ:www.westsideupc.org/%20Marilyn... I guess that's all for today. My computer acted up most of the day. For some reason, my DSL was showing that I had a connection, but it wouldn't actually let me view any pages with Internet Explorer. I finally had to uninstall and reinstall my Netgear. Then when I re-booted, it insisted on starting in safe mode. I used scan disk and it discovered some errors. Then the whole process started over again, with not being able to connect to anything. Perhaps I wasn't supposed to be online much today. And now I'm tired. Nighty-nite. |
| When I first arrived at the church office last week and was being shown around by one of the other volunteers, I noticed all the colored paper stacked in a corner. Bright shades, lots of them. I remembered a church in Texas where folks actually left over colored paper. Some thought it was too expensive to use. Others said they would specify on their tithes (checks) that it was for colored paper. Seriously, they fought over colored paper and some folks left with all the fussing going on. I said something about that to our pastor and he commented that every church has their "colored paper issues." Perhaps we all do. Something was really bugging me the other day. I realized that some Christians have this idea that if they came to know Jesus in a particular place, ministry, or church that everyone should come to know Him in the same exact time, place or way. In the UM church, it happens when someone attends the Walk to Emmaus or Disciple Bible Study or Lay Speaker Training. Each of those are good. I've participated in each one and have found each one to be helpful in different ways. I also know that each one does help folks get closer to God. But that doesn't mean that any one of them is better than the other. Frankly, the best way to get close to God is to read His word, to pray and to listen. It always has been. But these other programs are great in helping us grow. So are many others. Someone used the term "faith transference" when talking about this. If one has been a member of the __________ (fill in the blank) church, one may come to believe that particular church is the only one teaching truth or the only one close to God. The same thing happens when people discover their own Spiritual gifts. However they made the discovery is what they push on others as the one and only way to that discovery. It's all amazing to me. Perhaps that's because I was blessed with sitting with my grandmother and discussing matters of faith. Since she had only a seventh grade education (and made sure she reminded us of that), she had a very simple way of looking at life and faith. She passed on her wisdom to us, but in very simple terms. The answer is always Jesus. The answer is the Bible, God's instruction manual for the people He created and loves. The answer is God! If we find Him in a particular Bible study, that's great. If we discover Him and get closer to Him because of a particular ministry, that's wonderful. But it's not the Bible study or ministry that was the key. The key was always Jesus. It's Jesus we find when we go looking. Of course, He was never very far away. We're the ones who get lost. Yesterday, as the news droned on and on about the tragedy at Virginia Tech, I kept thinking about my grandmother and couldn't figure out why. Grandma died on March 16, 1980. Then I realized that my grandmother, my mom and I had sat glued to the TV after President Kennedy was killed. I'm sure that's why she kept coming to mind yesterday. And just for fun, a place to play...and make weird poems. Just fill in the blanks. http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/newpoem.htm Some contests: http://frostfoundation.home.comcast.net/wsb/html/frostsite1215/contest.htm http://www.tjmfpublishing.com/contest.htm http://www.utmostchristianwriters.com/poetry-contest/poetry-contest-rules.php http://www.dancingpoetry.com/poetrycontestrules.html http://www.rockandsling.org/contest.htm http://www.janetteowens.com/new_page_7.htm |
| Oh my. Like many in the US, I have been watching the developments of the shooting at Virginia Tech. They've been releasing information about the victims today. I don't have the names in front of me. The TV is on in the next room and I've been listening while praying and pondering. One professor survived the Holocaust. Yesterday he saved the lives of some of his students. One of the professors was a top researcher for Cerebral Palsy Some of the students who died were seniors, ready to graduate. They might have been world-changers. We'll never know. So far, there is not a lot of information being released about the shooter. He left a note "railing against debauchery and rich kids." He was a loner, they've said. He was a loner. Doesn't that sound familiar? How much recent devastation has been caused by loners? That made me think of the responsibility Christians have to love and cherish and embrace our neighbors. Loners are our neighbors. Do we do enough to help make those who are loners feel welcome and a part of our world? Or do we worry more about invading their privacy? If they seem to choose the life of a loner, do we then put them on our daily prayer list, knowing that God can reach people even when we cannot? Everyone around the world is showing sympathy and compassion for those who were injured and for the families of those who died. We need to include the family of the young man responsible for this killing in our prayers as well. But maybe, just maybe, we need to look around our neighborhoods, our businesses, our schools to find other loners. A word or an act of kindness might be all he/she needs to help balance his/her world. ********* For some reason, the events of yesterday and the continuing news coverage today reminded me of my own inadequacies. I was drawn to Proverbs 31. I Googled that, and found an excellent study, one that says, "If you consider the qualities of a virtuous woman in modern English, it may surprise you to find out you are more like her than you thought." Gail Millman writes, "We are not just "women of works." We are women under grace. God's grace (see 2 Timothy 1:9). We can't do everything and we can't be everything to everyone. And we shouldn't be driven by such unrealistic expectations. Many women today are trying to do too much and they don't leave enough room for God or the appreciation of His creation. What we do, what we accomplish, what we achieve, are all good "works." But God is looking at something far more valuable. He's looking at our hearts. And He loves us no matter if we are enjoying a lazy day or moving so fast that dust swirls in our wake. He loves us when our kitchen is tidy and the beds are made. He loves us when the sink is chock full of dishes and the floor is sticky. He simply loves us for who we are—His creation." Here's the link to read the whole thing: http://www.christianity.ca/family/women/2004/01.002.html ********************** I just got an email message about the 56th Annual National Day of Prayer on May 3. This year, the theme is America, Unite in Prayer. How appropriate, don't you think? 2 Chron 7:14-15 NIV "...if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land." Check here to see if there's an event in your area. http://www.ndptf.org/home/index.cfm |
| By now, we know that the groundhog is just a-laughing and a-laughing. Not only didn't Spring arrive early, it almost looks as if it will never arrive. Or maybe those few days of warm weather were Spring and Summer combined and now we're heading back into Autumn and Winter. That's how it feels! I know the birds are confused. They were building nests, now just a few of them can be heard in the trees. Did the others fly south again? I wouldn't blame them! On a happier note, Daizy May  has started a blog. Be sure to check it out:http://www.writing.com/main/books/item_id/1242039 Okay, I promised to share my sermon notes from yesterday. So kick back a while, 'cause here they come... As usual, some of the notes I made in the margin (as opposed to the ones in the fill-in-the-blank part of my note page) are things I want to remember or chew on. We are a nation of characters, not of character.Secular magazines are realizing that people are searching for something spiritual, for God. That's evident in the focus of front page stories. Our pastor's power point display showed at least 15 fairly recent magazine fronts. (Sorry, I didn't get which magazines, nor the titles.)Marriage is not cool unless you're gay.When you play Scrabble, there are rules. It's the dictionary. If it's not in the dictionary, it's not a word. Real life has rules too. The real rules, the only ones that don't change, are in the Bible. That's our instruction manual, made by the Creator. What better instructions can there be than by the Creator???Okay, on to the real sermon notes. The sermon was about building character. Cause of character deficiency Convinience and pragmatism: truth decay. Is it easy? Does it work? I don't care if it's true or not. Individualism. These aren't new things. They're already addressed in the Bible. See Judges 21:25 NCV. "In those days Israel did not have a king. Everyone did what seemed right." I live for me. I judge whether or not I'm right or wrong. You can't tell me what to do. Materialism. Romans 1:25 NIV "They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator--who is forever praised. Amen." Some think God is unnecessary. Others think God is only one slice of life. They attend church, then leave God at the door, worrying more about material things than spiritual ones. Relativism. Ephesians 4:17-19 NLT "Live no longer as the ungodly do, for they are hopelessly confused. Their closed minds are full of darknesss; they are far away from the life of God because they have shut their minds and hardened their hearts against him. They don't care anymore about right and wrong." In today's world, people insist that there are no absolute truths. My truth may not be your truth, according to "those folks." By lowering standards, there is no guilt. Fifty years ago, everyone knew exactly what was right and wrong. Today, the number one source of morals is the TV and media. (Yikes!) Cost of character deficiency Proverbs 29:18 TLB "Where there is ignorance of God, crime runs wild; but what a wonderful thing it is for a nation to know and keep His laws." Isiah 5:20 NLT "Destruction is certain for those who say that evil is good and good is evil; that dark is light and light is dark; that bitter is sweet and sweet is bitter." Cure for character deficiency Proverbs 2:9 TLB "He (God) shows how to distinguish right from wrong, how to find the right decision every time." We have choices in where to seek our guidance. 1) internal source - I 2) external source - they 3) eternal source - God When we are different than the character of the Creator, we are wrong. When we are the same, then we are right. In the long run, our pastor's sermon series is going to point to something about which he feels rather strongly - that small groups are what will keep our church growing and thriving and will help each of us grow stronger in our faith and closer to God. He reminds us - often - that we need God and each other. And he's concerned that it isn't just folks out in the world whose behaviors are less than godly, those of us within the church suffer the same maladies. He's convinced that the only way we can bring others into the Chuch is for us to treat each other kindly and to show love within the Church. John 13:34-35 NIV "A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." I forgot that I also made a quick note after the pastor's closing prayer. I was reminded of a short online conversation I had with someone not long ago about her pastor who insisted that prayers should be full of thee's and thou's. Our pastor, as he spoke rather familiarly to Dad called us all a bunch of goofballs. Hmmm. ******* And if you're looking for something of mine to read - besides the blog - I did write something these past few days and finally posted it today.
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| Went to church this morning, of course. When we got home, I realized that I had left my sermon notes on the table. Did I mention that at our church we don't have pews? We have round tables with chairs around them, so we can drink coffee, eat donuts and take notes easily while listening to the sermon. Hubby is always good, though. Instead of eating sweets, he munches on fruit or crackers and cheese. Anyway, I didn't have my sermon notes. I went back to the church and discovered that all the tables had been cleared of any "junk" left on them. There were full trash bags all over the place, and I could see that most of them had some bulletins (and most likely sermon note pages, whether full or empty) in them. I really didn't want to dig in the trash. Then I noticed one lonely bulletin on the table in the back of the church. Guess what! It was mine. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Dad. He knew I had taken quite a bit of notes, especially those margin notes and that I would want to share them. I'll do that tomorrow, though. Okay? Check back tomorrow to find out all about it. Cliffhanger. Oh yeah, I was going to mention that I posted two "new" items here yesterday. Well, one wasn't too new, but new to here. It's something I used to do at Easter for kids. I know, I know. Easter is over and gone this year. But I just found this piece of information in storage when we went to Texas, then I misplaced it again after we got back. When I found it again, I wasn't going to take any chances. I posted it right away. Now it will be there for next Easter. Here's that one:
Then there's this one:
And now...I have to go and check on hubby's laundry. Hey! Budroe says we're supposed to be celebrating my birthday all weekend. So, let's party!Oh yeah. About that chilly part. It is COLD. And windy. And I'm told that there have been some snow flurries too. Poor Angela's Niece needs Praye says they've had snow in Atlanta today. What's up with that????? |
| What a wonderful birthday celebration I had yesterday. What sweeties you all are. And did you SEE how many comments there were on the birthday forum? Well over the 55 I wanted, especially if you count the comments made on the blog thing-ey. Thanks bunches! Okay, let's switch gears a bit. I had no intentions on being drawn into the Imus debates and discussions. Oh wait, I have commented on the entries others have made. But I never intended on writing anything about it myself. Today I have been a little confused. The words that guy used offended people, right? Well, what I don't understand is why those same words, said by that same guy are not offensive when they are used as news items. Today, I heard his voice spouting those words three different times. Yesterday the same thing. How many days has it been since the original incident? And those words have been repeated and repeated and repeated. How come no one is mad at the news stations for running that clip so much? That's what's been confusing me today. I'm probably one of gazillions of folks who would not have seen that clip or heard the comment at all without the news media playing it. Or without the fuss that was made about it. 'Cause I just never was a fan of Imus. Every time I have tuned in to hear/see him, he has been being offensive to someone.I have another prayer request of all those who do. Pray, that is. I've been in contact with a fellow who needs some part time office work. We talked, he asked for my resume, then we talked again. He wanted to know why I would be interested in part time office work...with my background and experience. I was honest about my fibromyalgia and how working part time is the only thing I could/would consider. The man read some of my articles on business and society (at http://www.ezinearticles.com) and wants to talk with me for sure. He said that we're on the same page about business ethics, employee and customer loyalty, etc. Turns out that besides the construction business he has, he also is opening up a coffee shop and gift store. Since I have retail management (and buying) experience, that's of interest to him. So is the fact that I can write...something more than a business letter. A few hours a week there, and volunteering at the church one morning a week just might make me feel a bit more useful. I'm sure not getting anything done in the way of housework. That physical stuff just doesn't love me anymore.Well, I'm a bit tired after all that e-partying. Or...I wonder if it was because our neighbors were partying outside (in 30 degree weather???) last night until after 1:30 a.m. I think they were celebrating my birthday and forget to invite me. The sure were loud. |
| Hey! If you haven't made it to my party - given by hubby, Angela's Niece needs Praye and Budroe , be sure and stop by there too. And, TexansBeatTheMiamiDolphinsBy3 put a birthday merit badge in my port. Wow! ![Merit Badge in Birthday
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I started discovering last week - rediscovering, actually - that birthday greetings come from some of the strangest sources. I didn't mind that Sonic and Baskin Robbins were some of the first to remind me I was getting a year older. Even though there aren't any of either of these establishments real close to where I live. I may still have to print out the coupons for freebies.That reminded me of what it was like to turn 50. I didn't much like AARP when they sent the first greeing to me a few weeks before my 50th birthday. I later found out that's what they do to everyone, so I didn't feel singled out. Much. I smiled when I opened an Easter e-card from an e-friend last week and found that he had also put an, "oh by the way happy birthday" message on that card. Then, yesterday I started receiving messages from some of the strangest places. Sites that send me information that I don't really want or need, but that cannot be considered as spam since I have had some "relationship" with them in the past. It made me wonder if my first contacts with them included an information form with my birthday on it. Others were more "business-ey" sites that I cannot imagine needed to know my age. And yet they were standing in line to offer birthday wishes. I suppose if these sites had offered birthday greetings in the past, I would not have found it so surprising. But most had not. So why now? My sisters (and I) are not real good about sending greeting cards. Actually, each one of us will spend time in card stores pouring over cards way in advance of birthdays. Then we forget to send them. It's not an old age thing. We've just always been that way. We surely didn't get this from our Mom. Mom was always good about remembering special days.Birthday greetings are starting to come in from friends, though. Perhaps I should go and read... Later gators. |
| Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship instructions: http://www.amylowell.org/instructions.htm The award for the 2008-2009 Scholarship year should be in the area of $49,000. The recipient must agree to spend the year abroad, as the will requires. Deadline: October 15. Applications may not be submitted by email. The winner of the Scholarship will be notified by the end of February, 2008. The Bechtel Prize for Educating the Imagination - http://www.twc.org/bechtel_prize.htm The Bechtel Prize is awarded annually in recognition of an exemplary article or essay related to: Creative writing education, literary studies, and/or the profession of writing. The winning essay appears in Teachers & Writers magazine, and the author receives a $3,500 honorarium. Entries selected as finalists for the Bechtel Prize may also be published in Teachers & Writers. The authors of finalist essays selected for publication in the magazine receive a small honorarium. Possible topics for Bechtel Prize submissions include contemporary issues in classroom teaching, innovative approaches to teaching literary forms and genres, and the intersection between literature and imaginative writing. The submission deadline for the 2007 Bechtel Prize is 5:00 PM (Eastern), Friday, June 29, 2007. Emily Dickinson First Book Award http://www.poetryfoundation.org/foundation/Emily_Dickinson.html - The Emily Dickinson First Book Award recognizes an American poet who is 50 years of age or over and has yet to publish a first collection of poetry. The Poetry Foundation seeks one book-length poetry manuscript to be published in the Emily Dickinson Poetry Series. The competition is open to any American citizen 50 years of age or over who has not previously published a book-length volume of poetry. In addition to publication and promotion of the manuscript, the winner will receive a prize of $10,000. Submissions accepted: May 15, 2007–June 15, 2007 Here's an interesting one. Are you a Christian with an opinion? Submit your opinions to a secular newspaper or magazine and it they are printed (with a Scripture reference included), then enter the Amy Foundation contest. Articles must be published between January 1 and December 1, then submitted to the Amy Foundation before January 31 of the following year. For articles published in 2007, the deadline is January 31, 2008. You could win up to $10,000. Here are the complete guidelines: http://www.amyfound.org/amy_writing_awards/amy_writing_awards.htmlAnd here is a list of previuos winners, with the publications where their articles appeared: http://www.amyfound.org/amy_writing_awards/amy_writing_awards.html Note: It's often easiest to have articles published in non-paying or low paying markets, but here's a way to be rewarded for those non-paying submissions. For some reason, I envision Budroe and PlannerDan entering the contest on this page. They want an essay about ethics in business, specifically about bribes. http://www.traceinternational.org/. Did I say/share this before?Entries must not exceed 2,500 words and must be original, unpublished work, submitted by May 1, 2007. First and second prizes of $10,000 and $5,000 respectively will be awarded and a collection of the best essays will be published in 2007. Topic for 2007: “Why Bribe?” In your essay, please respond to the following: “Can bribes be avoided? Extortion resisted? Do businessmen try? Do companies care?” Language should be simple and direct. Anecdotes are welcome. I think it was the part about anecdotes that made me think of Bud and Planner Dan. Now don't y'all forget about tomorrow. You know.....my birthday! |
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