Power of Almighty G_d!/Pleasant Memories of Abe

When I think of the power of our omnipotent G_d, I shudder.  When I consider smart alecs and the things they say about sacred and holy things I am in great angst.  If they ever experience the effects of a Cyclone, Hurricane, Avalanche, Tornado, Tidal Wave, or the like, I wonder if they could possibly remain unaffected.  If they had half a brain, a sand particle of discernment, would that not get them to think about eternity, and to whom they will stand before in judgment? Would their "agenda" not change?  A true blessing is one who does not have to have a catastrophe in order to know the power of the Almighty.  One can simply look around, all over the world, to see what G_d is capable of as far as disasters are concerned. We are not promised the next second of life, nevermind the next day. Probably millions of young people, who thought they had forever, found out, some to their happiness and some not, that they did not have forever.  Their soul was required of them right then. Our souls may be required of us at any moment, and that is why I implore you not to start laughing until you figure out where you will spend eternity.  Once your relationship with your Holy G_d is dealt with, then there will be time for partying.  My handsome, young, cousin left this world unexpectedly at 21 years old.  My mother left this world when she was in her early twenties. Not everybody gets to call themselves an old bat or old coot or an old bag.   Some never make it to their twenties, and are snatched out of the world to their rude awakening.  All else is useless if you have not addressed your soul salvation.  Seek and ye shall find.  Don't stop seeking until you have accepted Christ, and understand that his blood has atoned for every sin you have committed, and is powerful enough to cover your sins, no matter what.  When I was young I thought I was going to die at the same age as my mom (23), I didn't. Then I thought I might die the same age as Jesus (33), I didn't. Then I kept feeling like I was going to go to Heaven before I got 60 years old (my age now), but I didn't.  I felt this because of a visitation from the Holy Spirit approximately 12 or so years ago. Not that He said I would die, but he gave me some promises which seemed that they would be fulfilled in death rather than life. Anyway, here I am, still alive, but I take not one second of my life for granted.  What I mean by that is, if I care for someone, I tell it to them while they live.  I don't wait until I am filing around their casket to tell them what they meant to me.  I also make sure, after I tell them, that they understand what I mean, and why I say it.  I make sure I get a verbal response from them, and I push until I do.  Those who have gone to Heaven that I cared about, knew how I felt.  When I do go to their funerals, I have little regrets.  When they lived, I said I LOVE YOU.  I made sure I apologized for anything and any way I might have failed them, so I would not have to live with regret.  Having control of one's ego, like Moses did, is so important that many cannot fathom it.  Our ego is a ghastly impediment most of the time.  I want to be secure enough in myself that I never feel it is skin off my muffet to tell someone how I feel while they are still in their right mind, while they remain in this earthly realm, and while I can still get to them to communicate.  Any of those things cannot be counted upon, or taken for granted.  Beloved, if you love someone, whomever it is, don't wait 'till tomorrow to tell them how you feel.  I have an envelope in my top kitchen drawer, under my coffeepot, from a beloved Jewish man who valued and loved me, and I felt the same about him. He knew that I loved him.  He sent me this letter, handwritten - a rarity nowadays -, and I received it the same day I got word he dropped dead of a heart attack on a pleasure outing in San Francisco on a trolley.  This man served in WWII, was discharged presumably in California, met his wife whose daddy owned a furniture store, married her, and went to work at the store.  What I adore about him, one of the many things, is that when his father-in-law started to dictate to him how he would live his life, he prompted said "You don't tell me how to live." He left the store, and if I remember correctly went to work at another store. Well, when the inlaw realized he was dealing with a man, not a milksop, he begged him to come back.  He did, and became a megamillionnaire.  G_d does indeed remember his covenant with Abraham and he blesses the Jews.  This man never got egotistical - I mean never.  He was raised in podunk Augusta GA (as it was then, but is not now).  He went to war and fought.  He came back and did the honorable thing - got married and went to work.  When challenged - he stood up like a man. Yes, indeedy.  I was fortunate enough to meet his wife before she died (she had Alzheimers and was barely cognizant of her surroundings, but at least I got to meet her). This man went out of his way and flew back to Augusta to see his relatives, at least once a year or more, it seemed to me. I always got included when he would take his girlfriend (whom he met after his wife died) out to dine in Augusta.  She recently died of cancer in California, so all are dead, but my wonderful memories live on in my heart and mind.  This man, when we would find ourselves alone at the table, would say (knowing I was poor) things prefacing them with stuff that would not let me feel bad or awkward since he was a millionnaire.  He never forget that he started out on Broad Street in Augusta.  He was able to go all over the world with his lovely girlfriend, who was a widow.  She added so much to his last years, and I am thankful he had her.  This man lived well. He adored his wife, he fought for his country, he stood up like a man and asserted himself as a husband, made a lot of money, got to enjoy it, and sent me a letter, cheered me up, and went to Heaven (in my humble opinion). All glory to G_d, Amen, Carol