My Cadillac For Your Camel

What Makes Something Valuable?

CAMEL'S IN DESERT

We all live by a value system of some kind. Each possession, each day, and each person in our lives has a different value, and sometimes that value changes. The title of this article is a joke, of course, poking fun at the truth that most value is relative. But what makes it relative? What, in the final analysis, determines an item’s value?

There are millions of affluent citizens of several nations who value their Cadillacs — or a number of other expensive automobiles with big gasoline engines — as one of the most important and life-enhancing items they could own. On a roster of possessions that represent the most positive assets in life, those glossy, high-powered autos head the list.

But let that Cadillac owner find himself stranded in the middle of a blazing desert: sand blowing into every nook and cranny, including his engine — no roads of any kind — no gas stations.  Suddenly, a slow-moving, bad-smelling, comically-proportioned camel is worth a whole lot more to that guy than the Caddy, and he’d gladly make a trade. Value.

By the same token, a woman who finds herself happily married to a kind, thoughtful man will value that man highly — more highly than any of the other people in her life. Her next-door neighbor may be married to Attila the Hun, and she finds herself valuing her time away from him with others much more than she does him.

The woman who’s wished all her life for a huge two-story home with five bathrooms, and who has the money to care for that house and hire help — as well as be free to stay home and enjoy it most days — will value that house highly. But the gal who struggles to make ends meet by working three jobs and going non-stop from sun-up to sun-down will value a one-bedroom apartment that is easy to clean and maintain with no extra fuss.

So what is it, really, that gives something its value? It seems that it is the owner of that ‘something.’  The person to whom the thing belongs and for whom it fulfills a purpose or meets a need is the one who imbues it with its value.

Well, I, for one am thrilled to realize that truth. Because I know for sure to whom I belong.  And I know for sure — because He told me Himself — what service I perform and what needs I meet for Him. Nor am I an isolated case. There are millions more just like me — yet unique at the same time — and bearing equal value in the eyes of our owner.

My owner is the God of the universe, the Creator of all things — including me. His Word tells me clearly (Revelation 4:11) that all things — including me — were created by Him for His pleasure. And, in fact that is my number-one job: to give my Heavenly Father and the Lord Jesus Christ pleasure. Surely, I am assigned to do other things: to love others; to teach them what the Word says about Jesus and how He, as God, came to save us from our own sin and rebellion; and to show by my whole life the true nature of God. But those assignments do not substitute for God’s original purpose in creating me: His own enjoyment of a family just like Him.

But not only does He own the whole human race because He created us. When we rebelled against Him and turned away, breaking our relationship with him completely, with no hope to get it back, God came in the person of Jesus Christ and paid the supreme price to buy us back into His possession. He made us the first time (an easy and delightful experience for Him); He bought us the second time (a gut-wrenching, horrific, thoroughly bloody experience for Him).

But you know what’s really interesting to me?  The Word of God tells us in Hebrews 12:2 that Jesus faced all of that sacrifice for us — laying aside the privileges of Divinity and re-defining Himself in human flesh, living a life never once stained by sin, and taking our sin and the horrible shame, beating, crucifixion, and separation from God that we deserved — because He saw something beyond that sacrifice that would give Him so much joy that it far surpassed the evil He would have to endure.

Now, tell me please, what joy could the Lord of the universe – Creator of all things — what possible joy could He have been missing that made such a horrific sacrifice necessary? The only thing He was missing was a relationship with man. Since man, by his own volition, had irrevocably broken that relationship, nothing could restore it at that point. The only hope was if God could find a way to “re-create” the human race — to make them righteous enough again to fellowship with Him.

The triune Creator had everything else He could possibly want, but not one of those things could give Him the joy that His relationship with us could give. Dear friend, it was for man — for you and me — that He longed. It was for you and me that He made the decision to suffer such agony and death.

So how valuable are we? Is there anything in the universe that could be bartered for you and me? Is there anything that can be offered to Jesus Christ in exchange for His relationship with us that would tempt Him to give us up? Not on your life, my friend!  He already made that choice, once and for all, when He laid down everything else for us.

Remember, He didn’t just decide to come down to earth for a moment in time and go through the motions. He came down to go through the reality of taking on our sin, taking on our separation and banishment from the Father God, taking on our death. His only hope was in the eternal Word of the living God, who had spoken that He would raise Jesus up with new life once the legal price for sin had been paid in full. Had that Word failed, Jesus would never have seen Heaven again, and we would be lost and undone — without God and without hope — forever.

But He did see Heaven again. He came up out of that grave with eternal life to offer anyone who would accept the sacrifice He had made. (John 3:16-18, 1 John 5:11-12). So when we accept His sacrifice and accept Him, that new life comes into us and we are “born again.” (John 3:3-5). We become “a new creation: a new species,” created in the righteousness of Jesus Christ Himself. (2 Cor. 5:17).

Yes, it’s easy to identify Jesus Christ as our owner — twice over. He created us; then he paid for us. A critical reader will stop here and note the fact that I am repeating this point for the third time in this article. And he would be correct. I am repeating this astounding truth so many times because this world has a way of draining it right out of us. It’s so easy to give mental assent to what we’re discussing here but miss the power of it as a reality in our lives. So once more I will remind all of us:  He laid everything on the line — Heaven, His eternal throne, His own life — for us. And therein lies our value.

It doesn’t matter how we feel about it. It doesn’t matter what we think. And it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about the situation. Our worth is set for eternity, and no one — absolutely no one — is going to get Jesus to trade us for anything else at all..

WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique

Exif JPEGA good friend, who is also of Cherokee ancestry, has an enormous Native American doll collection.  This is my absolute favorite!  And I do think it is a truly ‘unique’ doll. 

 

Happy Birthday!

BIRTHDAY CAKE 1Happy Birthday to “Sandra Conner … By the Book”!  Yes, it has been one whole year today. I know that because February 1st is my personal birthday as well.  I had not deliberately planned to begin my third blog on my birthday, but it worked out that way.  As I was posting my “About” page for this site last year, I thought how appropriate it was that I was giving birth to a new extension of myself on this particular day. 

So mainly I just want to say, “Thank You!” to all of you readers out there who have made this blog an adventure and a great joy this past year. So many of you have become friends whom I cherish, and several of you are brand new acquaintances I am genuinely pleased to meet and will hopefully get to know very well in the near future.

BALLOONS VERTICLEI do appreciate the connections and communication with so many creative, talented people.  It’s the creativity in each of us that fosters, nourishes, and edifies the creativity in one another.  I have had the privilege this whole past year of being the recipient of your encouragement, your stimulation, once in a while your correction, and always your affection. That blessing adds greatly to my happiness as I celebrate this birthday.

I also want to specifically thank my life-long friend Terry Valley for the artwork that serves as my header photo this week. Terry is a professional photographer and graphic artist, and he created this piece and sent it to me for use on my blog.

Well, I’m ready for a party. I hope each one of you has a day as happy as mine.

 

Friday Fictioneers — February 1 — As It Was In The Beginning

Well, I am waaaaaaay out in left field on this week’s challenge.  It was fun getting here, but I don’t have enough words to get back.  This piece is definitely “stream of consciousness” writing.

Here’s the photo prompt that Rochelle gave us — courtesy of Claire Fuller, who created the sculpture and took the photo.

/copyright-Claire Fuller

AS IT WAS IN THE BEGINNING

“Well, now, let’s have a look at this piece that has you so distressed, Maryann,” said Professor Rousseau, lifting the scarf that covered his student’s newest sculpture. His gasp of pleasure was audible. Then for several minutes, he stood silent. Finally he spoke, never taking his eyes from the work.

“Tell me again what you told me on the phone.”

“I … I sculpted the man’s head yesterday. I could feel it wasn’t finished, but I couldn’t seem to do anything else with it. So I went to bed. This morning, when I went into the studio to take another look at it … the woman’s head was there as well … and his hand on her head protectively … as you can see.”

The Professor smiled. “Aaahh, yes. I can see that the words of the Original Artist still hold true: “It is not good for man to be alone.”

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To join in the fun visit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ site here:
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/

WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Love

 

MY FAVORITE VALENTINE:

MONKEY VAL PIC - with text

MONKEY VAL PIC - flipped, text

MONKEY VAL PIC 2 - with textPhotos are borrowed with permission. Text is mine. Couldn’t resist the chance to use them for this challenge.

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http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/01/25/weekly-photo-challenge-love/

 

Friday Fictioneers — January 25 — A Place That Knew Him

Well, Friday Fictioneers is rapidly becoming a habit.  There are such wonderful writers out there who take part in this challenge. It’s an honor to be able to work with them on the same material each week, and it’s a privilege to see how wide and far-reaching the creativity can be when so many talented people look at the same photograph and set their imaginations free.

Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields is the hostess of this challenge, and if you’d like to join in the fun, you can find out all about it at her site:  http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/23/25-january-2013/

Now on to the challenge for this week:  The photo is the work of Renee Homan Heath and is copyrighted to her.  You will find my story below the photo.

Copyright-Renee Homan Heath

A PLACE THAT KNEW HIM

This weathered boardwalk felt familiar to him. So familiar that his feet tread the boards firmly and deliberately, as if they knew exactly where he was going and what he’d find at the end.

Yes … he definitely felt he was headed for a place he knew – a place that knew him.

He stopped beneath the palm, scanning the white beach, enjoying the way the turquoise waves teasingly caressed it. Yes … familiar ….

Just a dozen more steps now … and he would remember. He knew it. All the memories he’d been futilely chasing since the accident would coalesce at this shoreline.

He would remember!

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Jake Sprinter’s Sunday Challenge: Simplicity

I haven’t been able to get to Jake’s challenge the past couple of weeks, but yesterday I came across this photo I took from my front porch some months ago and thought it would be “simple” enough to fit the theme.

The Moon At Sunrise

Exif JPEGHop over to Jake’s place and join in the fun:
http://jakesprinters.wordpress.com/2013/01/20/sunday-post-simplicity/

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Wood

A Marquetry picture made for me by my dad. He has always loved working with wood and has created furniture, plaques, toys, pictures, and multitudes of other items.  Some of you will be familiar with Marquetry, but for those who are not, it is artwork created out of pieces of inlaid wood of various kinds. There is no paint used.  All of the color comes from the natural colors of the wood itself. My dad personally carved each piece used in this picture. It’s one of my favorites, but it was hard to get a good photo because of so much light reflection in the room.  I think this is clear enough for you to enjoy.

Exif JPEGVisit Cee’s site to get all the details of the challenge and join in:
http://www.ceephotography.com/2013/01/22/cees-fun-foto-challenge-wood/#comment-12205

Bob’s Frameable Keepers Challenge — Comin’ Round the Bend

Well, it’s “Lingering Visions'” fault.  I saw her photo for this challenge, and it was so beautiful that I had to stop and gaze at it.  That’s when I realized she was talking about Bob and his challenge. I hopped on over to Bob’s place, and the site itself is a work of art and inspiration. I decided to offer my own contribution this week.  I call it “Comin’ Round the Bend,” and it shows a most colorful rock formation on top of the Blue Ridge Parkway — in Southeast U. S. It was a very cloudy day, and you can see a rainstorm just starting to move in — which I think adds to the power of the picture. But within minutes, we were enveloped in the storm cloud itself. Hope you enjoy this.

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To enjoy Bob’s site and take part in the challenge, visit here:
http://pacificnorthwesttravelerdotcom.wordpress.com/2013/01/20/bobs-challenge-frameable-keepers-week-3/

 

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups — Week #74 — Freezing

Julia’s new challenge this week can be found at this link:100 WORD CHALLENGE LOGO
http://jfb57.wordpress.com/2013/01/21/100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups-week74/

The prompt is the phrase:    “… the extreme weather meant …”

Here’s my contribution:

FREEZING

“Dr. Corbet, from the U.S. Natural Disaster Center, is at the news conference to bring us up to date on what the extreme weather meant this past week. Dr. Corbet, what’s the latest report?”

“Unfortunately, the reverse-magnetic dome forming around the earth is growing thicker and cutting off more sunlight every day. We’re getting hourly reports now from our scientists in all sectors. As of one hour ago, thermometers in New York registered 40 below zero, Fahrenheit, and thermometers at the equator registered zero.”

“So you’re saying ….”

“I’m saying the human race has about 3 weeks to live.”

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WP Daily Prompt: Breaking the Law

ME ON CHAIR AS A KID - CROPPED
Lawbreaker, 2nd Grade

It was during the first few weeks of second grade.  I remember it well.  It’s not that I haven’t broken the law since then, of course, but when I read the words to today’s prompt, this was the incident that came to my mind.

I was always a good student. And prided myself on being obedient as well. But one bright, sunny day, when all feelings were running free and easy, several other classmates and I returned to our classroom right after eating lunch. We had intended to get some things from our desks and go on outside to play, but, for some reason, we just started running around and playing tag right there in the room. Before we knew it, we were running at pretty full speed and evidently making a good deal of noise, because one of the teachers stepped into the classroom and called us to order in no uncertain terms.

Oh, the chagrin!   I had been caught disobeying the rules!  I just did not do such things!  How could I stand it?  But those feelings were quickly shifted to the back burner when she commanded each one of us to go to the chalk board at the front of the room and write our names on it so that when our own teacher returned from lunch, she would know exactly where to dispense punishment.

I didn’t even try to imagine what the punishment might be, because it didn’t matter to me at all.  I was already being punished in the worst way possible by being forced to write my name on that board — because I knew that my boyfriend, Joey, would see it when he came in from recess — and that was the worst shame I could imagine bearing!

But I was an intelligent little lawbreaker, and I had been so anxious to learn to read and write in my earliest years that I had taught myself to write in cursive even before starting school.  None of my classmates had learned cursive yet, so I came up with the bright idea that if I wrote my name on the board in cursive, Joey would not be able to read it. Of course, having broken one law already, I did not want to be caught again, so I dutifully asked permission of the attending teacher to write in cursive. 

I still worried that Joey just might be able to read cursive after all, but finally decided that I had done all I could do about avoiding the shame. So I obediently removed myself to the playground for the rest of the noon recess, and when we returned, we received a fairly light lecture from our own teacher. 

I never did learn if Joey deciphered my name. If he did, he was gallant enough to never bring it to my attention. Of course, at the end of that school year, my family and I moved to another state. So I can’t really say for sure if breaking the law interfered with my chance for a happy future with Joey or not.

When Is ‘It’ A Baby?

Exif JPEGBefore I formed you in the womb I knew you, and before you were born I consecrated you,” said the Lord to the prophet Jeremiah. (Jer.1:4, NAS). Obviously, the Lord Himself considered Jeremiah a human being worthy of being consecrated to the work of God’s kingdom long before he came out of his mother’s birth canal. There are numerous passages of scripture that verify that God believes the being growing inside a mother’s womb is a real person from the time of its conception. But for many in the world’s society today, the Biblical references aren’t enough to convince them of the sanctity of the life of the unborn. 

They believe only hard, cold, scientific facts. So what are those facts? What does medical science and genetic research have to offer by way of understanding the pivotal question on which abortion decisions hang: ‘When is it a human being?’

The following scientific facts clearly chronicle the development of a fetus in the mother’s womb. The facts concerning viability are taken from an article in the New England Journal of Medicine, published in 1993:

Exif JPEG01 Days:  Conception takes place
07 Days:  Tiny human implants in mother’s uterus
18 Days:  Heart begins to beat
21 Days:  Pumps own blood through separate circulatory system with its
own blood type.
28 Days:  Eye, ear, and respiratory systems begin to form.
42 Days:  Brain waves recorded, skeleton complete, reflexes present

07 Weeks:  Photos show thumb sucking
08 Weeks:  All body systems present
09 Weeks:  Squints, swallows, moves tongue, makes fist
11 Weeks:  Spontaneous breathing movements; all body systems working
16 Weeks:  Genital organs clearly differentiated; baby grasps with hands,
swims, kicks, turns, somersaults,  (movements usually not
felt by the mother)
18 Weeks:  Vocal cords work; baby can cry.
23 Weeks:  15% chance of viability outside the womb if birth is premature.
24 Weeks:  56% of babies born at 24 weeks survive
25 Weeks:  75% of babies born at 25 weeks survive

In 1981 a Senate Judiciary Subcommittee held hearings on the following question: “When does human life begin?” One of the doctors who testified at those hearings was Dr. Hymie Gordon, then Chairman of the Department of Genetics at the Mayo Clinic. He said, “By all the criteria of modern molecular biology, life is present from the moment of conception.”

A similar testimony came from Dr. McCarthy de Mere, a medical doctor and law professor at the University of Tennessee. He said, “The exact moment of the beginning of personhood and of the human body is at the moment of conception.”

Dr. Jerome Lejeune, known to many as “the Father of Modern Genetics,” also testified (before the Louisiana Legislature’s House) that human life begins at conception. “At no time,” said Dr. Lejeune, “is the human being a blob of protoplasm. As far as your nature is concerned, I see no difference between the early person that you were at conception and the late person which you are now. You were, and are a human being.” He went on to point out that within three to seven days after fertilization the sex of the baby can be determined, and that each human being is unique – different from its mother – from the moment of conception. (All of the above testimonies can be found in the permanent records of their respective hearings.)

Dr. Lejeune, who passed away in 1994, is renowned throughout the world for his work in the field of Genetics, receiving the Memorial Allan Award Medal, the world’s highest award for work in that field. He is also the doctor who discovered the genetic cause of Down Syndrome and received the Kennedy Prize for that discovery.

Another medical doctor, an anesthesiologist Paul E Rockwell, shared this personal testimony in Handbook on Abortion, by Dr. and Mrs. J. C. Willke: “While giving an anesthetic for a ruptured ectopic pregnancy (at 8 weeks gestation), I was handed what I believe was the smallest living human ever seen. The embryonic sac was intact and transparent. Within the sac was a tiny human male swimming extremely vigorously in the amniotic fluid. …

“This tiny human was perfectly developed, with long, tapering fingers, feet and toes. It was almost transparent, as regards the skin, and the delicate arteries and veins were prominent to the ends of the fingers. The baby was extremely alive and swam about the sac approximately one time per second, with a natural swimmer’s stroke.

“This tiny human did not look at all like the photos and drawings and models of ‘embryos’ which I had seen … obviously because this one was alive! When the sac was opened, the tiny human immediately lost his life and took on the appearance of what is accepted as the appearance of an embryo at this stage of life.” 

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Anniversary

40 years ago this month, seven U. S. Supreme Court justices demonstrated their ignorance and inhumanity by passing legislation that made it legal to murder children as long as they were still abiding in their mothers’ wombs, and the murderers didn’t have to look them in the face at the time the deed was done. The case was referred to simply as “Roe vs. Wade.” 

Not only was this court decision sad enough. We also had a Congress full of legislators who had the constitutional right to pass a law that would have over-ridden that court decision, but who refused to even make the effort to do so. Our nation has reaped the rewards of both the decision by the court and the lack of action by the Congress. Is God punishing us?  No. Let me say that once again: No.  God is not judging us or punishing us.

How do I know that? The Word of God says we are living in the dispensation of His grace and mercy, brought to earth in the person of Jesus Christ, who told His followers clearly that He had NOT come to judge, but to save. He then commissioned His church to do the same. So God’s not operating as Judge right now. There will definitely come a day when He does judge the entire world, but for now mercy is the operating procedure of the day.

However, God does not have to judge us or punish us.  There are two laws at work in this earth identified in scripture as the “law of sowing and reaping,” and “the law of sin and death.” Those two laws work all the time to bring back to the human race the harvest of what they have planted — be it positive or negative. We have planted death and destruction by the murder of millions of innocent children every year.  I say “we” because our citizenship as a whole has deliberately and repeatedly set into office people who have sworn publicly to invest their time and effort in furthering the agenda of the abortionists. The man or woman in the voting booth who purposely sets into office (empowers) the candidates who promise abortion are just as guilty as the doctors who perform the actual murder.

So what have we reaped? Our economy is in a state of disaster; our crime rate is through the roof; our drug traffic worse than ever. We have more people on welfare than ever before, and the number of sick, suffering, and dying people in this “medically advanced” nation increases significantly every year. Political candidates from all parties promise to “change” those conditions if we will put them into office, but they cannot change them. Legislators pass laws and Presidents issue executive orders, but they do not really change anything. Why not? Because the nation is reaping what it is sowing. And until we stop deliberately murdering innocent children, we will continue to reap a harvest of death in all the other areas of our society.

I’m not talking about children who die as a result of warfare. Abortion supporters in this nation try to hide behind that smoke screen. They point to war deaths and insist that those kinds of deaths are of more importance that abortions. They conveniently ignore the fact that millions more innocent children die every single year in sterile hospitals and clinics established in a land where there is no war than in all the wars this nation has been involved in for decades. I am deeply saddened to see children die as a result of war, but those deaths are a by-product of the efforts on both sides to put down an “adult” enemy who is seen as a threat to the peace and welfare of the other nation. That action is NOT in any way the same as the deliberate, researched, pre-meditated, expertly-executed murder of innocent children inside the wombs of individual women who are no threat to anyone else’s life or safety.

Of course, the experts at promoting abortion rights have worked for years to sell the public the lie that a baby in the womb is not really a human being. Those lies have been refuted time and time and time and time again by honest medical scientists (not to mention the Word of God.) Yet the abortionists still cling to the lie and work overtime to continue to insult our intelligence with it. This article is an attempt on my part to shine the spotlight on truth instead.

On January 22 of this year, thousands will point to the calendar and “celebrate” the 40th year of what they see as a landmark court decision and a step “forward” for this nation. I’m calling on every intelligent, reasoning, honest citizen of this country to wake up and use his good brain and his moral conscience to look at that date and recognize it for what it is. And this year, in recognition of the “anniversary” of that deadly decision, look abortion in the face and call it what it is: murder. Then go to work and DO something about stopping it. Help our nation come to a place where we celebrate life instead of death.

~~~

(Photos show a permanent hall display in Our Lady of Mt. Carmel Catholic School in my hometown in the U. S.)

WP Weekly Photo Challenge: Beyond

GATHERING SPACE -- CORNER OF BAPTISMAL - enlarged
OLMC Church
Copyright: Sandra Conner

Two doors stand at the end of this room — each beckoning you to move forward and find out what’s “beyond.”  Which one would you choose?

 

Friday Fictioneers – 1/18/13 – ‘Survivors?’

Below is my offering for this week’s ‘Friday Fictioneers’ Challenge from Rochelle. You can check out the challenge and learn how to take part at this link: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/01/16/18-january-2013/

ROCHELLE'S PHONE PHOTO
PHOTO PROMPT — Copyright Michelle Wisoff-Field

SURVIVORS?

She was about to polish the menorah when the phone rang.

“They’re coming!  They’re two blocks east of you!  Run!  Hide!”

Cold, paralyzing terror washed through her.  She screamed for Susan.

She came, still holding her crayons.  “What, Mama?”

“We have to leave, Honey.  Right now!”  Coats, scarves, her pittance of money . . . .

“But, Mama –“

“Right now!  Don’t argue!”  Trembling violently, she dragged Susan out the door.

She’d tried to believe it wouldn’t come to them.  “Oh, God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, please, please deliver us . . . .”