Are You a Warrior?

Sometimes you read something that makes your heart go thump. One of my Brothers on Facebook, Pastor Levi Webb, posted the following. As a Christian, and a biker, I couldn't help but ask for permission to re-post this on my blog. How many of us feel the same way? How many wish they did? ARE YOU A WARRIOR? read....





The Lord Jesus Christ is my commanding officer. The Holy Bible is my code of conduct.
Faith, Hope, I ama warrior in the army of God. Love, Prayer, and God's word are my weapons of choice.

I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience, and tested by fire.
I am a volunteer in this army. I will either retire in this army or die in this army; but I will not get out, sell out, be talked out, or pushed out. I am faithful, reliable, capable, and dependable.
If my God needs me I am there.

I do not need to be pampered, petted, primed up, pumped up, picked up, or pepped up.
I am a warrior. No one has to remind me, write me, visit me, entice me, or lure me.

I am a warrior. I am not a wimp.

I am in place, saluting my King, obeying His orders. His Kingdom.

No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards, candy, or give me hand outs.
I do not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for, or catered to. I am commited.
I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around. I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.

When Jesus called me into this army, I had nothing. If I end up with nothing, I will still come out even, I will win.

My God will supply all my needs. I am more than a conqueror. I will always triumph because I can do all things through Christ.

Devils cannot defeat me, people cannot disillusion me, weather cannot weary me, sickness cannot stop me, battles cannot beat me, money cannot buy me, governments cannot silence me, and hell cannot handle me!

I am a warrior. Even death cannot destroy me.
For when my Commander calls me from this battlefield, He will promote me to a captain.
I am a warrior. In an army, I am marching, claiming victory.
I will not give up, I will not turn around, I am a warrior, marching.. Heaven Bound!!!

There are 4 Kinds of soldiers. Which are you??

1. Active Duty: serving the Lord 24/7-365
2. Reserve Status: Serving only when called upon, only twice a year (Christmas/ Easter)
3. Guard Status: Backing up the active duty group
4. AWOL!! Absent With Out Lord

May the Love and Peace of our Lord Jesus protect and guide you all the days of your life.
God's word is perfect.

Pastor Levi Webb
Footsteps in the Sand Ministries

cheap to eat

I’ve not posted much lately. Either too busy or just no inspiration.
Since the economy is what it is, and there’s many and I mean many struggling to make grocery money, I decided to post a couple of recipes. These are cheap, quick & most of all easy.

Trail Tater Surprise

1 medium size spud/person, 2 slices bacon/person, Cavender’s Greek Seasoning, cheddar cheese.
Family of 4 for about 6 bucks. The 6 bucks should get enough spud, cheese, and bacon to do 2 meals
Fry bacon until crispy not burnt, remove from skillet, add sliced taters & fry in bacon grease seasoning with Cavender’s.
When taters are soft & done, remove from skillet and serve, crumble bacon and shred cheddar cheese over top.

Yeah, it’s high starch & cholesterol but hey it’ll keep you alive and is tasty as well as filling.



Zach’s Ghetto Spaghetti (aprox. 60 cents/ serving or less)

1 pkg Ramen noodles, small can tomato sauce (with meat if you can afford it)
Boil the water ,add noodles but leave out the seasoning pouch. drain off, add ½ can of tomato sauce

Here’s the key to this recipe: refrigerate the remainder of tomato sauce for next meal (or hide in a cool place if refrigerator isn’t handy). Season with salt, pepper, or hot sauce if you can find it. (salt & pepper can easily be obtained at convenience stores in the little packets. Keep the seasoning packet for when you don’t have any noodles then you can boil a little water and have some broth.

Same Kind of Different

Recently I finished reading " Same kind of different as me" by Ron Hall & Denver Moore. While most of the books I've read lately are either the Bible, or enlightening books to improve worship, prayer, evangelism, stuff like that.

My mother-in-law gave me this book to read, thought I'd like it. I did.

First of all this book is one of the most powerful Non-Fiction books I've ever read, and while this blog will not be a "book review", it is however, a report on the authors, and some of the comments they had made during an event last night.

I will tell you now. This book is about a very wealthy selfish white man, a very mean homeless black man full of wisdom, a Saint of a lady who caused these men to cross paths, and a city that was changed by that explosion.

Last night I attended a fund raiser for Victory Mission, a homeless shelter here in Springfield in which the authors of this book were speaking. Since I had recently read this work of art, and was so moved by the book, I had to attend just to hear these men and their story.

Ron ( the rich white guy) did most of the speaking re-telling the story of the book along with a few extra details that weren't in the book.

Denver ( the mean, wise black guy), spoke short and last, but his words rang with truth and hope. for instance:

At first when they were talking about this book, they were getting invited to all of these bible study groups.

Denver: Do all white folks go to bibles studies?

Ron: Well yes, many of the folks in churches do

Denver: When we gon go to some bible doins? Seem like they all studyin, but none of'em doin.

and then stuff like:

Denver: This book (Same kind....as me) ain't the Bible, how come ya'll read this book before ya read the Bible? makes sense, huh

later more:

Denver: Sometimes, to help someone outa the pit, ya have to get down there yourself

later:

Denver: B I B L E, Basic Instruction Before Leaving Earth

then more wisdom:

Denver: Folk think they're different, everyone think they unique, better or worse, they all special. Well let me tell ya somethin. We All homeless 'til God calls us home.

When he finished ( and when you read this book you'll understand) he sang. Denver doesn't sing a hymm, or anything rehearsed with set words or phrase. He sings a prayer of praise, from the heart as it hits him that second, in a raspy ol' voice of a black sharecropper. With his years of hard living, I found it difficult to undestand his words. So.. I closed my eyes and listened, allowing myself to feel his song of prayer...... keep me humble Lord.....outa this pit......

the words became clear as I prayed in my heart with him... all was clear, all was right.... all was for Him... ......

and it was good

A Specticle of Myself

Old age sometimes sneaks up on you , or just flat out ambushes you.

I really need to get my eyes checked. The reading glasses aren't cutting it anymore and I guess vanity keeps me from carrying them on a regular basis. I am now to the point that if I forget, my wife has to read the menu for me when we go out to eat, because the dim lighting and small print makes everything look Hebrew. Then it gets worse. The ones I have aren't strong enough so when I do read, sometimes the words just don't sound right. For instance, last week at church we're standing and singing and due to the glare from the lights on poor pitiful not strong enough glasses the word was glorify and I'm singing clarify, you get the point.

Then it all came to an embarrassing head about a week ago when......

Did you know that it's okay for women to go to the restroom together, sit next to each other, and even sleep in the same bed together?..... there's a post in the future on Men's ettiquette...anyway

It was a nice 60's and I needed to run into Springfield. My ol' scooter hadn't been run for a while and I thought I'd give Brother Jeffrey a ring and see if he would like to get out for a bit and roll some thunder. He of course, said "yes". Well, the mission was to head to "Redeemed Books", great place to get used books, theology, sermon's, research books, just all around a cool store.

Here we are rolling up on a couple of Hogs, strolling into the store, and heading to the section to see how many copies of the " Barbarian Way" they have. I realized then that I neglected to bring my glasses.

So... Here we are two guys clad in leather jackets and my partner is having to read the titles and backs of these books to me because I can't read squat. I found myself trying to back up far enough to read the print, then when I get far enough away, the print is too small to read.

This my friends, is nothing more than tragedy run amuck. There was a nice guy there with his daughter, you know the folks, long uncut hair, beard, the little girl had a pretty yellow dress that went down to the ankles. They both looked at us, well okay, they stared at us as Jeff, read to me in the middle of this store.

After a short while we found nothing that would suit our fancy so we started to leave. While on our way out. Jeff looks at me, points, and says "here's the Dwayne section" it read: "LARGE PRINT" and yes, I could read that.

As stated above.. there will be a future Blog Post on Men's ettiquette...