From Jesse's Dad -
This review is from: Swallowed by Life (Kindle Edition)
Having lost my 10 year old son, Jesse, to Burkitt's Leukemia just over a year ago, Swallowed by Life by Ada Brownell echoes some of the very questions that I was asking after my son's death. I highly recommend it to those who are grieving and those who wish to come alongside someone who is grieving.
I especially enjoyed her thoughts on the person being more than just the body. This is illustrated wonderfully by examples of body parts and organs being removed, cells and tissues constantly being replaced, and yet, the person we are remains.
I also appreciated her take on Heaven: a child enjoys playing with toy cars, but an adult drives a real car. A child can't imagine giving up the toy car, whereas an adult realizes that driving a real car is far superior to playing with a toy car. So it will be in Heaven. We will find that all of our earthly pleasures where but a training ground for their Heavenly counterparts.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
LIFE QUIZ
Questions
1. Your body developed from ____ cell.
2. Your body now has about _____ ________ living cells.
3. These cells are constantly ______ and being __________.
4. When God designed you, and loved you, He made you more than a
_______.
5. Our skin is rebuilt in ______ days.
6. Cells ______ to replenish themselves.
7. About ________ die every minute.
8. When God created Adam, He made him a living _______.
9. It is the Spirit of God that
gives us a ________ and ________.
10. When sin came into the world and brought death, God promised a
Redeemer that would give us back ___________life.
11. For nearly _______ years, prophets wrote and preached about the
coming Messiah.
12. The Bible says, “Greater love hath no man than to
__________________
for a friend.
13. ___________did that for us.
14. God loves me just as __
______.
Choose from these answers:
Messiah
Dying, replaced
Body
Seven
One
Eternal
Lay down his life
Life
Jesus
Soul
I am
Divide
75 trillion
4,000
© Ada Brownell 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Mama Liked the Chicken's Tail
THE CHICKEN’S TAIL
By Ada Nicholson Brownell
When
I was growing up, our family went to church most Sundays knowing dinner was
still running around in the chicken pen.
Whether
we got out at noon or 1 o’clock, the family tackled the necessary chores to put
dinner on the table. Dad or one of my brothers caught the chickens. Mom put
water on to boil and went to the cellar for vegetables and fruit. My older sisters, four of them until they
started getting married, peeled potatoes and helped prepare other side dishes.
Dad or a brother killed the fryers, dunked them in boiling water, plucked the
feathers, and over an open flame burned off pinfeathers.
Mom washed and cut
up the chickens, immersed them in flour, salt and pepper, and slithered the
pieces into the frying pan. The aroma
filled the comfortable two-story house.
I helped set the
table and fill the glasses.
Often
friends, relatives, preachers or missionaries joined the 10 of us for dinner.
After someone prayed, Mom glanced around at each child and said, “FHB.”
Translation: “Family Hold Back. Don’t take all the food before our guests have
some.”
Since
I was the youngest, I usually got a meaty “wishbone” which you don’t see when
you buy a cut-up chicken today. Mom always ate the chicken’s tailpiece.
“I like it,” she’d say with a smile.
It
was a bony piece, and none of us liked the idea of eating the “last piece over
the fence.”
Years
later, after I became a mother, I understood why Mom loved the tailpiece. It
was because she loved us and wanted us to have the meatier parts.
Sacrifice
is just part of love. Jesus gave us that
example when he sacrificed Heaven and came to earth to suffer and die so that
we could have eternal life. “We love Him
because He first loved us” (1 John 4:19).
I’ve
always been a little like the chicken’s tail piece—last in many ways, and not
the most beautiful and desirable. But
Somebody loves me anyway.
###
Saturday, June 23, 2012
LOST IN A SNOWSTORM OR GOING DOWN IN QUICKSAND?
My nephew, lost with his brother-in-law while tobogganing, had no idea which way would lead them out of the white mountainous area and back to the car. His desperation almost led him to burn the toboggan for one last bit of heat before they died. But his buddy insisted the toboggan was the only way they would get out and sure enough they kept climbing hills and sliding down the other side until the vehicle came into view.
When we went exploring near our home in Colorado picking asparagus and hunting arrowheads my brother often spoke of quicksand. I’d heard Daddy warn about it, too. Given Colorado doesn’t have much swampy land the risk wasn’t great, but we did have many ponds, drainage ditches, canals and the mighty Colorado River. I’ve seen the stories on television about people who fell into quicksand. The more a person struggled, the deeper down they went. Rescuers often threw a rope to a person being sucked under because if they got too close, they would sink, too. Sometimes they had to tie the other end of the rope to a horse in order to pull the person out.
David, the Psalmist, wrote of sinking into the mire, but he spoke of spiritual mire. “Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in deep mier, Where there is no understanding. Where the floods overflow me. I am weary with my crying; My throat is dry, My eyes fail while I wait for my God.” He wrote of enemies who would like to destroy him and then he begins to confess: “O God, You know my foolishness; And my sins are not hidden from You. Let not those who wait for You, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed because of me.... I am the song of the drunkards.” Finally he prayed, “O God, in the multitude of Your mercy…Deliver me out of the mire and let me not sink..let not the pit shut its mouth over me.”
Often David mentions his enemies. Today Satan is our worst enemy and he likes to trap us in the soggy mire of life’s temptations and problems. Quicksand has been known to swallow up buildings or at least make them fall over. Jesus spoke of the foolish man who built his house on the sand. The home fell and great was the fall of it. But the wise man built his life on the Lord Jesus Christ and His Word, and when the storms came, or the underground rivers that cause quicksand, the wind and rain didn’t affect that house at all.
Today I thought about people the Lord has rescued from sin, but then they jump back into that life that can destroy them and perhaps those around them. Why would someone turn away from the vehicle ready to take him from the cold, severe snowstorm and certain death? My nephew certainly didn’t.
Why would someone jump back into quick sand after being rescued? This weekend is Easter where we celebrate the Resurrection of the One who will rescue from sin and death anyone who wants to be saved. The Apostle Paul wrote about how it’s done: “If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.
” Other places Jesus added “And come. Follow me.” Have you been saved and are you committed to following Jesus?
When we went exploring near our home in Colorado picking asparagus and hunting arrowheads my brother often spoke of quicksand. I’d heard Daddy warn about it, too. Given Colorado doesn’t have much swampy land the risk wasn’t great, but we did have many ponds, drainage ditches, canals and the mighty Colorado River. I’ve seen the stories on television about people who fell into quicksand. The more a person struggled, the deeper down they went. Rescuers often threw a rope to a person being sucked under because if they got too close, they would sink, too. Sometimes they had to tie the other end of the rope to a horse in order to pull the person out.
David, the Psalmist, wrote of sinking into the mire, but he spoke of spiritual mire. “Save me, O God! For the waters have come up to my neck. I sink in deep mier, Where there is no understanding. Where the floods overflow me. I am weary with my crying; My throat is dry, My eyes fail while I wait for my God.” He wrote of enemies who would like to destroy him and then he begins to confess: “O God, You know my foolishness; And my sins are not hidden from You. Let not those who wait for You, O Lord God of hosts, be ashamed because of me.... I am the song of the drunkards.” Finally he prayed, “O God, in the multitude of Your mercy…Deliver me out of the mire and let me not sink..let not the pit shut its mouth over me.”
Often David mentions his enemies. Today Satan is our worst enemy and he likes to trap us in the soggy mire of life’s temptations and problems. Quicksand has been known to swallow up buildings or at least make them fall over. Jesus spoke of the foolish man who built his house on the sand. The home fell and great was the fall of it. But the wise man built his life on the Lord Jesus Christ and His Word, and when the storms came, or the underground rivers that cause quicksand, the wind and rain didn’t affect that house at all.
Today I thought about people the Lord has rescued from sin, but then they jump back into that life that can destroy them and perhaps those around them. Why would someone turn away from the vehicle ready to take him from the cold, severe snowstorm and certain death? My nephew certainly didn’t.
Why would someone jump back into quick sand after being rescued? This weekend is Easter where we celebrate the Resurrection of the One who will rescue from sin and death anyone who wants to be saved. The Apostle Paul wrote about how it’s done: “If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.
” Other places Jesus added “And come. Follow me.” Have you been saved and are you committed to following Jesus?
Friday, June 15, 2012
A loud instrument
We were at the
altar call in a Wednesday evening service. I was playing a song of dedication
softly on the organ.
Suddenly
the organ leaped to full volume. I
nearly fell off the bench and the pastor had a wide-eyed, surprised look in his
eyes as he turned to look at me.
The
chunky high heel of my right shoe had slipped off the volume pedal and the
shoe’s toe was stuck holding the pedal completely down. Finally, I had enough
sense to take my hands off the keys to stop the deafening chord.
Our
wonderful pastor smiled, then went on with the invitation while I got my foot
out and reached down with my hand to remove the shoe.
That
was only one of the times I embarrassed myself during ministry.
In
a church ministry preparation class someone said, “Be sure and examine your
motives. If you only want ministry
because you want the rewards and applause . . . .”
I
started laughing. “You won’t find a
bunch of people lining up to shake your hand and thank you for the great job
you’re doing when you teach a Sunday school class, especially one with a bunch
of rowdy little boys,” I said. “You
won’t be given fame or fortune for many jobs you do for the Lord. After about 40 years in various types of
ministry, I’ve had almost as many embarrassing moments as I have people telling
me how wonderful I am.”
It doesn’t matter who notices, or even if we make mistakes, or embarrass ourselves -- if we
have properly prepared ourselves and done our best.
But another thought comes to mind.
In many parts of the world people risk their lives to tell others about Jesus and how He died to forgive sins so that anyone can live forever with Him. He sees. He knows. He even watches the sparrows and counts the hairs on your head, the Bible says.
Those delivered from the brink of hell because someone ministered are thankful, as I am for the people who brought the full gospel to our house.
If you desire to ministe, it's not even necessary to embarrass yourself, as I did that day when my shoe stuck.
Incidentally, I didn't let that embarrassing moment stop me from using my talent to minister.
“Let
us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint
not” (Galatians 6:9).
© Ada Brownell 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Mysteries of Life
In the morning, take a good look at
your egg before you fry it. The mystery of life lies before you. If the egg was fertilized,
before you broke it there was enough information there to boggle your mind.
God put DNA into the clear and golden slime of a
chicken egg that blueprints the breed,
the ability to eat and digest food, the machinery to make more chickens,
what color the feathers will be, how big the chicken will grow, the cluck and
the crow, and beady little eyes that see—all sorts of wonderful things, just as
he put amazing things in the eggs that became you and me.
Life. What a mysterious gift.
We see life everywhere, but we have difficulty grasping what it is.
Scientists appear to have found ways to define death; they have more trouble
with life.
The abortion rights and pro-life groups are at loggerheads over when life
begins—whether it’s when the egg is fertilized with the sperm, when the egg
attaches to the uterine wall, at a certain trimester, or at birth.
I interviewed the director of an agency that dispenses morning-after
pills who said a woman isn’t pregnant until the fertilized egg attaches to the
womb. The morning-after pill causes the woman’s uterus to shed its lining,
preventing a fertilized egg from attaching and living. Abortion advocates say
because the egg isn’t fastened to the womb, it’s not an abortion.
Other developments surround life. Human pregnancy was reported from
artificial insemination in 1799. In 1952, frogs were cloned from tadpole cells.
In 1970, mice embryos were cloned, then other cloned animals soon followed.
Sheep embryos were cloned in 1979 and cattle in 1980. An adult sheep, Dolly,
was cloned in 1997.
Cloning is the
process of making an identical copy of something asexually with DNA fragments, cells, or organisms. In 1993, George Washington
University researchers cloned human embryos, but there are no documented cases
of a living human produced through cloning.
Test-tube babies, though, are somewhat common today. The first test-tube
baby, Louise Brown, was born in 1978 in Britain. A frozen embryo from test-tube
fertilization produced a girl named Zoe in Australia in 1984. In 1986,
surrogate mother Mary Beth Whitehead, who agreed to have an embryo implanted in
her uterus so that another couple could have a child, refused to relinquish the
baby girl and sparked a landmark court case.
In vitro fertilization is common today for infertile couples who can
afford the expensive procedure, and often the births are multiple.
All this work with living cells,
yet humankind has not been able to adequately explain life or create it. We
always have to start with something living, such as sperm and eggs, a seed,
tissue, or a cell.
According to Pasteur’s law of biogenesis, if ‘life comes from life,’ then life’s information must come from its
parent’s information.
“Biologists have long sought the laws that govern life, but it is only
now that we see the molecular detail that these laws have appeared. What we
discover is not a naturalistic phenomenon, but intelligent design,” says Alex
Williams of Creation Ministries International in his article, “How Life Works.”
The Bible says, “The Lord God formed
man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of
life; and man became a living soul” (Genesis 2:7).
According to the Stanford School of Regenerative
Medicine, the human body is estimated to have about one hundred trillion cells,
a living community, with each individual cell having an assigned place to
occupy and a specific role to play. Eventually something happens, even with all
those living cells, that causes a person to die. Without life, every cell in
the body dies and decays.
Death came because of sin (Genesis 3), but God
promised a Redeemer. “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only
son that whoever believes in him will not perish, but have everlasting life.”
That’s why I wrote the book, Swallowed by LIFE. “While
we live in these earthly bodies, we groan and sigh, but it’s not that we want
to die and get rid of these bodies that clothe us. Rather, we want to put on
our new bodies so that these dying bodies will be swallowed up by life” (2
Corinthians 5:3–5 NLT).
Jesus said, “Whoever lives
and believes in me will never die” (John 11:26).
Do you believe?
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
LIFE AND "THE MORNING AFTER"
When President Barack Obama’s Health and Human Services
Secretary Kathleen Sebelius’ announced employers, including religious
organizations, must provide women’s reproductive services through insurance, the
national debate quickly shifted from the morning-after and abortion pills, to traditional
contraception.
In media terms,
that’s “spin” and the truth about the morning-after pill vanished.
Obama is trying to
make us think businesses and religions can opt out of the requirement.
Regulators now solicit public input on how to implement the mandate—an
appearance of openness while doing nothing.
I visited Planned Parenthood as a reporter, probably in 1994
or 1995, when I first heard of the “morning-after” pill being used in the
United States.
The way I understand it, when the Food and Drug
Administration wouldn’t approve the abortion pill RU-486 for use in the United
States, Dr. Carl Djerassi, who helped develop the first oral contraceptive pill
and founder of Planned Parenthood, decided a large dose of birth control pills
would keep a fertilized egg from attaching to the womb, and thus he invented
the “morning after pill.” Planned Parenthood began offering the treatment for
women within 72 hours of unprotected sex, although the medication hadn’t been
approved for that use and women sometimes had significant side effects.
The morning-after
medication causes the uterus to shed its lining, preventing a fertilized egg from
attaching to the womb. The dosage also might cause a woman not to ovulate.
Planned Parenthood claimed until the fertilized egg attaches
to the womb, the woman is not pregnant, and that’s true. But invitro
fertilization shows a fertilized egg is pregnant
with life before implantation in the womb.
Certainly not everyone who takes morning-after pills has a
fertilized egg bursting to life and searching for a safe place in the womb. But
some do—and that’s the reason for the pill—to prevent another person from
entering this world.
Christians, among them Evangelicals, Catholics and many others believe “Thou
Shalt Not Kill” in the Sixth Commandment includes the unborn. People are
speaking out against the requirement, even after Obama transferred responsibility
to insurance companies.
The U.S. Catholic bishops noted the full range of
contraceptives approved by the FDA that would be available without any co-pay under
Obama Care included “drugs which can attack a developing unborn child before
and after implantation in the mother’s womb.
Yet, because of the world’s exploding population, population
control is a goal of many in government. The number of people on earth who need
food is worrisome, but it’s not a reason to kill—or to force people, especially
those whose conscience or religion forbids it, to assist with the killing.
If killing were the
answer to earth’s problems why do we worry about genocide in Syria, Ruwanda,
and other places? We know in our gut it is wrong and horrific.
I suggest our citizens learn self control where sexuality is
concerned, not population control.
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