Come to Peace Now; Fewer Regrets Later

ap_ap-photo1501-640x436 We are in the last days. I’m fully convinced of that.  Anyone paying attention to the goings-on here in the United States as well as the rest of the world will likely consede that things are declining quickly. Earthquakes, volcanoes, rioting and looting because of the still-relevant racial issues going on all over the country (likely the world but trying to keep this in “my own backyard”) are once more coming to a head.

sn401c_sg_0010b Whether things end like they’re described in the Bible or another way, the decline of society and civilization (or should I say UNcivilization) has progressed to a place where it would take a miracle to return to normal, assuming “normal” was ever anything other than a term used to keep people in their place.

riot42 This is not to say that I believe in anarchy because I certainly don’t. On the contrary, I would rather we sat down and held actual communication over a giant bowl of good herb. tumblr_inline_mlbqz7nWWu1qz4rgp

stock-photo-muslim-protest-and-protestors-with-picket-signs-1041110  I believe the government has no right to tell me what to do when that law violates what I believe to be the law of God, or at the very least, the BLESSING of God. WP_20150312_027 These days, that line has been monumentally blurred, maybe even obliterated, because the God that I believe in is apparently a different God than much of the world believes in, if they believe in one at all. Does this make me better than them? Hell no, of course not! It just makes me who I am and life experiences have helped shape me into the person I am.

right-way-wrong-way1 Nowadays, morality is what man says it is; what society dictates – God’s definition, to most people, is completely moot because man’s desire to have their own way supercedes what he wants and says and even more, no one is qualified to speak for a God who’s been around since the beginning, I don’t care what kind of degree some man hands you or how many hours you study. I’ve never studies Hebrew or Greek but I can tell you that I imagine that the more you study about God the LESS you know.

4219b439833fc71ca821413e836c6847 All of that is not true of myself – I’m well aware I am not God, nor do I want to be – and I have no problem with God telling me what to do because he’s been around forever and I have not. The most recent issue(s) today are the gay agenda and the race-related police killings leading to all kinds of anger and hatred. Both have been thrown into everything. Nothing is sacred or pure anymore, especially not love. What you do with your time and in your bedroom is your business but when you start messing with me and impeding on my right to believe and saying nasty crap to me, I will say something whether it’s taboo or not. Isn’t it funny how one-sided tolerance is? I’ve been tripping on that for quite some time now.

Hands on a globe --- Image by © Royalty-Free/Corbis As I stated earlier in another forum, I will add here, because it’s totally relevant to this blog: “There’s no hope left for America beyond the individuals who still love God and their fellow man. The best we can hope for anymore is to teach our children right from wrong, teach them to stand on their own two feet and treat their neighbors with respect and in the end, trust that we taught them enough.”

images Come to peace now. I am talking about inner peace; outter peace is temporary at best. If you come to peace now, you will have fewer regrets later because, in case you’ve missed it, bad things tend to accumulate (like a snowball going downhill) and you’re (and  I’m) going to need to be spiritually fortified in order to make it through. Choose your friends wisely- you’re going to need ALLIES in the days and months and possibly years to come.

God Speed. Go in Peace.

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Come to Peace Now; Fewer Regrets Later

Long Absence stems from family tragedy

On July 8th, I got up at the normal time, 5 am, prepared for the day and kissed my husband goodbye for the day. I gazed at our five year old, splayed out sleeping his beautiful little head off next to Daddy. 

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I went to work that day as always and at 10 pm, I was with my friend heading back to my family. As we turned the corner to my place, there was a crime scene going on; police and ambulances and stuff all over the place. 

We couldn’t get through, so we turned around and went to my place a different way. I went into our empty apartment and took a shower, wondering where my family was. Raphael is a creature of habit and would NEVER have Ishaq (our son) out after dark so I was already a bit unsettled. After my shower, I sat and wondered where my family was some more. A knock of the door brought the first real sense of impending disaster. Looking out the keyhole, every hair on my head stood as I saw the police and several other people were standing outside my door. 

I  opened the door and my life changed forever. It was told to me that my son and husband had been coming from the store and had been hit by a car. Ishaq was killed. Raphael was in surgery, having had his leg nearly torn off. It had been amputated. 

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It’s been 5 weeks since this event took place. Raphael and I are not the usual suspects. We loved our son with every breath in our body and that hasn’t changed because he went home to be with God. We laugh; we cry. We live and plan for Raphael coming home so we can just be ourselves. Raphael is in good spirits. He’s loving and caring and wants everyone around us to be the best they can be and to know they’re valuable. 

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We need your prayers. We need financial help. A fund has been set up by a friend to raise money to help us move forward. I will be taking Raphael home and taking care of him. Through the Independence Center, I should be able to be trained and paid to care for him at home. We were on public assistance and I had acquired a part time job just before this happened. Obviously I had to quit to deal with the aftermath. Cash aid is only for people with children and so obviously with Ish’s death, that changed. Until I am getting paid to help him,  we will need help. 

There’s been considerable coverage by local news channels. If you feel comfortable and charitable, please consider helping us. 

 

http://www.gofundme.com/Ishaq-Hammed–Family

 

 

 

Long Absence stems from family tragedy