This contains entries to Take up Your Cross, Space Blog, Blog City PF and BC of Friends |
"Prompt: Where is a place that God feels most present to you?" God feels present to me all the time. However, I take issue with feeling God. Yes. We all like to feel the presence of God. The peace and love is overwhelming. However, this leads us to depend on our feelings. "I know God because I've felt Him." This is a dangerous place to put ourselves in. I don't believe in God because I've felt Him. I believe in Him because my faith tells me He is there. God is real to me whether I feel Him or not. God is very displeased when I base my belief in Him on the "real good" feeling I get at church. That real good feeling is not God. It is an emotional frenzy brought about by a combination of the music we play and last night's dinner! God wants me to believe in Him based on faith. Hebrews 11:6 says that without faith it is impossible to please God. What then is faith? Hebrews 11:1 defines faith as trust in something you can't see or prove. Feelings "prove" something to us and are not part of faith. Faith knows that God has its back whether it feels God's presence or not. Man, you have to be careful of that alien grog! It will reach out and touch you! I think half the crew was out sick due to the party we had last night. Somebody spiked the punch with alien grog and we were out of it! However, the sensors picked up a star. The ship automatically took orbit and we managed to scrape together a landing party. ~HarvestSilverMoon~ writes Dog or
My best cure for alien grog or anything else intoxicating, is to avoid it to begin with. I am a recovered addict with nearly 13 years of sobriety. I know I cannot drink or use anything without a prescription. I do use mind-altering substances daily but I take them as prescribed and do not get high on them. I have narcolepsy so I take an amphetamine to combat it. I also have bi-polar disorder so I take a medication to combat it. However, I do not abuse either of them and make sure the nurse gives them to me. The last time I drank I drank 17 White Russians. The bartender was making them doubles to try to get me drunk. My wife was my designated driver. Well, we got pulled over for a taillight. The officer asked if she had been drinking because he could smell the booze. She told him she was driving me. He asked how many I had drank. She told him and he just about croaked. He asked me to let him breath analyze me, assuring me he would not arrest me. Since I had known him all my life I did so. I blew a .359, which should have killed me. Keeping to his word the officer let me go, but told my wife to call when I passed out so he could try to treat me for alcohol overdose. That was his mistake because I overheard him and never allowed myself to pass out. He drove to our house twice to check on me and asked my wife if I had so much as spit on the sidewalk so he could arrest me. I never did get treated but I never drank or used again. |