A Timeless Thanksgiving Story: “The Travelers”–Redux

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Phyllis Beveridge Nissila

Five years ago I posted this story written by my brother-in-law Gene Taylor. I re-posted it two years later.

I think it’s time, again, not only because it is an ageless story of hope lost, then found, but also because in an increasingly polarized and polarizing world saturated with so much anger and violence this simple tale uplifts the spirit of anyone thinking darkness prevails. For the truth is, it needn’t, and all it takes sometimes is just one, even small, light to overcome it. 

May your heart be lightened today by what continues to shine here.

The Travelers: A Thanksgiving Story

By Gene Taylor

stock-photo-20399839-vintage-american-truckMy mother, Rosemary, was an angry person.  She didn’t know why and that bothered her, not so much that she cared about how her anger affected others but that it was a facet of her being that she was not in control of.

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“Blexit: In My Own Words”

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Blexit: In My Own Words

Breitbart reports:

When I uploaded my first video onto YouTube one year ago, I entitled it “Mom, Dad, I’m a Conservative.”

It was a two-minute satirical stab at the social exiling that many Americans face when they announce their conservatism to friends and family.

Soon thereafter I would discover that for black Americans, the punishment that awaits is far worse than any social exile: it is a full-court social lynching.

Search the name of any prominent black conservative and peruse the words written by liberal journalists:

Dr. Ben Carson is a “porch monkey”

Larry Elder is but an “Uncle Tom”

Kanye West is “in the sunken place”

Clarence Thomas is “a womanizer”

I have been branded a self-hating black, Nazi-sympathizer and rather astonishingly — a white supremacist.

The underlying sentiments are clear; black people are meant to think and act within the confines of what…

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Now that’s significant

The Lions Den

There is a plague in the land. There is a virus that attacks all good things, it has claws and fangs, and it is obvious on the WWW. Like a stealthily serpent it creeps, it moves having a singular purpose: to make life in general, and mankind in particular, insignificant. Ouch, and man oh man is this ever so true today.

When we hear so-called men of learning speak of unproven and unmeasurable trillions and trillions of miles, and guesswork of billions and billions of years, this is the rotten fruit of sinful men’s attempt to put man in the same category as sandpaper.

That’s right, in the worldview where God is not welcome in His own creation, man may as well be no more relevant than a single grain of sand used to make paper. Double ouch, for without design and purpose, life is merely insignificant. This is a…

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The Great I AM!

Revival & Reformation

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“For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily; and you are complete in Him, who is the head of all principality and power!” Colossians 2:9-10

One of the great tenets of Scripture, is the claim that Jesus Christ is completely sufficient for all matters of life and godliness (2 Peter 1:3-4)!

He is sufficient for:
creation (Colossians 1:16-17)
salvation (Hebrews 10:10-12)
sanctification (Ephesians 5:26-27)
and glorification (Romans 8:30).

So pure is He, that there is no blemish, stain, spot of sin, defilement, deception, corruption, error, or imperfection in Him! (1 Peter 1:18-20)

So complete is He, that . . .
there is no other God besides Him (Isaiah 45:5)
He is the only begotten Son (John 1:14, John 1:18)
all the treasures of wisdom and knowledge are in Him (Colossians 2:3)
the fullness of the Godhead dwells bodily in Him (Colossians 2:9)
He is heir of…

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What Kind of Love is This?

Absolute Truth from the Word of God

Gasping for every breath

And bleeding from merciless

Beatings

Yet with eyes of compassion

You asked Your Father

To forgive

What kind of Love is this?

In the Garden

In Your humanity

You asked Your Father

For the cup to pass You

But Your Deity cried out

For His will to be done

And not Your own

Where have Your faithful

Students gone?

In fear they have scattered

But You knew they would

Not understanding the words

You spoke to them

They mourned for their Master

Your eyes searched the crowd

For the one You loved

And for Your mother

In Your agony speaking words

To both

To care for one another

As the ground shook

From Your Father’s

Anguish

And darkness fell

Over the earth

You made

You gave up the Ghost

And the eyes of many mockers

Were opened

And knew who You were

And just as You…

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