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As I move throughout my day, little ideas present themselves, and I think to myself "oh, yeah, that would make a good blog post, I need to rememebr that." Do I write it down? No. Do I sit down and blog it? *sigh* Nope. My friend Lissa says not to worry about posting things right away, just get them wrotten first, then play with it till it's ready to be digested and processed by anybody bored enough to read this.
I shall now attempt to write something.
We now live in Jacksonville, FL., in a very upscale neighborhood. My husband has a good job, and the Lord has blessed us with a nice home in a neighborhhod of nice people, except maybe that young NFL player who just bought a house around the corner. Jury's still out on him......
The kids go to a terriffic public school. We went to a Science Fair dinner a few months ago, and were VERY pleasantly surprised to see a framed plaque on the wall in the Cafetorium (that's what they call them here) which read "In GOD We Trust"....Wow. Cool. It's in all of the kids' classrooms, too. The frank and unabashed conservatism here is so refreshing, a lovely change after living in that overcast, overpriced liberal hell known as Washington State. When neighbor kids come over to play with my kids, and I tell their parents that we have guns in our house, I am never met with shock and revulsion. The usual reply is, "Oh yeah? What you got? Can I see it? Do y'all hunt?" I love it!! It seems like most of my neighbors go to a church of some type, even if it may bot be the best church to go to.
We found a great, traditional, Bible-Believing, Independent Baptist church. Berean Baptist has been here for a very long time. The pastor has been here for 30 years, and every Sunday, we attend Services in the Jack Hyles Auditorium. When we walked in for hte first time, and I saw that sign, i knew we'd be right at home, and we are. Each church has its foibles, and this one is no different, but it's such a blessing to go every Sunday and hear the Lord's word read from the right Bible, and preached in the right way.
We attended another church at the invitation of one of navyman's co-workers. This church can be described as a "mega church". We went to services in a brand new auditorium, saw two people baptized, heard their videotaped salvation testimonies via a huge screen, and saw what seemed to me to be the equivalent of a hollywood show on the stage. The music was appealing in a wordly sense, the people who did specials surely belonged with a major record label, but where in all of this spectacle were the hymnals? Where was the sound preaching? Why did some of the girls look tlike they were going clubbing, and not to church? I'm not saying that we should all look like FLDS ladies, in ankle-length dresses and long johns; in fact my ieas about appropriate dress are considered rebellious by some, I'm sure. (LOL)
We have laughingly dubbed this church "Baptist Light". I'm sure those people are saved, and serving, and doing what they should, but I also know that there's better out there.
In a world hurtling toward Armageddon, I think that maybe the time has come to be thankful that people are saved, and that even though these people may not be attending a church that uses the "right" Bible, and plays the "right" music, they are still saved from a life apart from Christ. By saying this, I am not advocating any church that doesn't preach from the KJV, and I still know that the only way to Heaven is the the shed blood of Jesus Christ, and that a one-world-religion is wrong. But I am still thankful that people are still going up at altar call, still getting right with God, and still going to Heaven.
There, I'm off to a good start. I shall now exit my soap box. Hopefully, I've brought my devoted readers up to speed, and maybe even got some angst off my chest.
See you soon.
