Have you read or seen The Harbinger? I just saw an update. It seems that the “Tree of Hope” has diedand been quietly removed and destroyed. Pastor Cahn, author of The Harbinger, says this is a sign that “America is approaching a day of judgment.”
Harbinger “Tree Of Hope” Dies At Ground Zero In New York
The NABRE (Catholic translation): “‘Bricks have fallen, but we will rebuild with cut stone; Sycamores have been felled, but we will replace them with cedars.’ So the Lord raises up their foes against them and stirs up their enemies to action.” – Isaiah 9:9-10.
These are verses Isaiah 9:10-11 in the Protestant translations. They’re off by one, because the verse labeled Isaiah 9:1 in the Protestant Bibles is called Isaiah 8:23 in the Catholic translations. The verse numbers match again starting with Isaiah 10:1. I haven’t got a clue why this is, but I’ve seen something similar happen in Psalms.
Also, Pastor Cahn has a new book coming out September 2:
Read more @ Harbinger Author Says Loss of ‘Tree of Hope’ A Warning – Aug 9, 2014
What will be will be. I remember when I was about 6 I had such a crush on Patti Page every time I saw her on a variety show (remember those?).
I have no idea where I’m going with this,but it never stopped me before.
Chrissy:
Here’s what Project Veritas and James O’Keefe were talking about
Christians are the most persecuted religious minority group in Iran. Iranian believers, especially those who convert from Islam to Christianity, are routinely imprisoned and labeled as threats to national security.
Since 2006, a secret television station known as Mohabat TV has been beaming the Good News into Iran from multiple secret locations and gaining souls for Christ.
Iranian authorities don’t like it one bit, but as we’ve seen in the past, “the blood of martyrs is the seed of the Church” (Tertullian, 2d century Christian).
A Mohabat spokesman says the harsh treatment of Christians is reportedly fueling church growth as new Christians in Iran risk arrest, torture and death to spread the Good News to others.
Exactly 365 days from today I will officially be a senior citizen. I will be :
Old enough for Medicare.Yes,that wonderful government program most Americans of my age end up in,where you can wade knee-deep in government bureaucracy for everything from eye drops to an artificial hip.
Old enough to appreciate that as my time grows short each day is a gift from God
Old enough to remember when a family had two parents,one car,one television with three channels and one telephone.
Old enough to know there was a time when you had a problem with a kid at school you waited until after school and went to the playground,took a couple swings at each other,then went and played.
Old enough to remember that aside from your house and your car you paid cash for everything.There were no credit cards.
Old enough to know at one time unless you were very old,very young or infirm you had to work to eat.Welfare carried a stigma.
Old enough to remember when the senior citizen vote was coveted because they voted in larger numbers than most demographics.That was before electronic voting,where thousands of precincts tally hundreds more ballots than they have registered voters.This is strictly the domain of democrats and nothing is ever done to change it.now they count on super majorities of blacks,Hispanics and other special interest groups to stay in power.
Old enough to remember when if a schoolgirl got pregnant,the family was shamed into taking her out of class,not having daycare for 15 year old mothers.
Old enough to regret the four decades I smoked cigarettes and the fact I don’t have as much time as I should have to enjoy these:
Old enough to joke that if my kids are waiting for me to pass so they can inherit all I have,they’ll be sorely disappointed.Every dollar I ever made I spent.Some on liquor and wild women,the rest I just wasted.
And I’m old enough to have loved and lost.And losing sucks.
and old enough to know the number of friends you have makes no difference.I never had more than a handful.But the friends I have,on these boards are as true as any I’ve ever known.The irony of the fact I’ll never meet or hang out with any of them is not lost on me.
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