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There’s Only One You

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

One of my recent tweeps is @AngelaMaiers. Her Twitter bio says “I believe these 2 words can change the world – #You Matter.” Reading this brought to mind my favorite book to read to my daughter when she was a preschooler.

The name of this fantastic book was There’s Only One You. It’s point was to give children a feeling of identity and self-worth.

I haven’t seen or heard about this book in over 35 years now, and I don’t recall the author’s name, so I may never find it again. Google found a book titled Only One You by Linda Kranz, but it must not be the same book, because it lists a publication date in 2006. We had this book in the early 1970s, and I couldn’t find any listing for it.

You know how we all tell kids, “You look like your Aunt Fran” or “You could be your Uncle Fred’s double?” We’re always telling kids they look like so-and-so. This is a natural thing just about all of us do, but it may confuse a young child about his individuality.

This book made a big point of the fact that each child is a unique individual. As you read it to your child, you were telling her she was NOT like her aunt or uncle or mother or father or anyone else. She was an individual and the only one like her in the entire world.

I may be straining at a point here, but a lot of kids grow up to be teenagers and ultimately adults without a real sense of who they are and how uniquely they were made. I think at least some part of this may arise because of how we keep telling them as children how much like some relative they are.

I may resemble my grandfather or have the same need for relationships my mother always had or talk like another relative—but I’m not really like any of them. I’m just me. An individual distinct from every other individual on the planet.

I think my daughter understands these things about herself, and I think at least some part of the reason she does is that her mother and I used to read this book to her frequently. Like most children’s books, it was long of pictures and short on words, but the words it did include were powerful.

It’s important that we give our kids and grandkids a sense of belonging, a sense of family. To that extent, it’s fine to tell them they look like so-and-so or the walk like so-and-so. This may make them feel secure, especially if that relative is someone we can respect and lead our children to respect, but we must be careful to nurture in them a sense of their own unique worth.

God doesn’t make clones. Even identical twins are not really identical. Each has his or her own personality, character, mannerisms, and so forth. Let’s be sure our children understand that about themselves.

Have you ever heard of this book? If you have, I’d love to know where to get it.

Do you encourage your own kids with regard to their individuality? How do you do that? My readers and I would love to know.

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Let’s Never Forget

If you abide in Me and My word abides in you, then you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.

Tomorrow marks the eleventh anniversary of the heinous attacks against the World Trade Center and the Pentagon and the thwarted fourth attack that ended up in a field in Pennsylvania. Let’s all stop to remind ourselves how fleeting our freedom is and how easily it is attacked by the destructive forces of Satan’s armies of evil.

Let’s all honor the memories of those killed on that horrible day by lifting up their families in prayer. Let us also pray that nothing like this is allowed to happen again.

Sometimes I hear people say that as Christians we should forgive and forget. We should not condemn these terrible, cowardly acts but should put them in the past and move on.

We need to differentiate between our positions as Christians and as citizens. As Christians, we are called upon to forgive sinners. But as citizens, we are called upon to be diligent in pursuing the welfare of our nation.

Yes, we should forgive any sinner who confesses and repents of his sins. No matter what those sins might be. However, even God doesn’t promise to forgive those who neither confess nor repent of their sins. See my post on 1 John 1:8 & 9 for more on this subject.

Since none of the perpetrators behind this atrocity have been even the least bit repentant, I see nothing in God’s word that says we should forgive them. The same goes with this army major at Fort Hood who massacred all those people. These jihadists claim to be acting in behalf of the god Mohammed told them to worship, and they see no reason to repent. As long as that’s true, I see no reason to forgive.

Even if we do presume a Christian obligation to forgive, that obligation would be from individual Christians to individual sinners. As a nation—and as citizens thereof—we have no such obligation. In fact, we have an obligation to hold suicide bombers who survive their missions, saboteurs, mass murderers and other who commit atrocities against our nation accountable for their actions.

We also have an obligation to try to protect our nation and its citizens from future attacks by such people. If we have to use mild forms of torture such as waterboarding in order to gain the intelligence needed for that protection, I think we have both the right and the duty to do so.

What do you think about our rights and responsibilities with regard to defending our nation? Let us know.

Have a New Testament passage or concept you’d like to see discussed here? Maybe something you’ve never quite understood. I’d love to hear from you about that, too. I’ll try my best to explain it.

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Pairs of Terms – III

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

Before we tackle today’s grammar lesson, a brief announcement: Heaven Sent is now available in paperback. Click here to order a copy.

Today is the third post in the series on misused word pairs. These are words which are frequently substituted for each other even though they don’t have the same meaning.

Let’s talk about the words between and among. Again, we have a pair of words that are NOT interchangeable, even though most people frequently use them as if they were.

Between is a preposition used to connect or separate two people, places or things. Examples:

We divided the cookies between Jennifer and me.

The truth lay somewhere between her version and his.

The Missouri River runs between Omaha and Council Bluffs.

Among is a preposition used to connect or separate three or more people, places oe things. Examples:

Mother divided the cookies among the four of us.

We had enough money among the three of us to pay the toll.

There was great camaraderie among the teammates.

We never use between when we’re talking about more than two people, and we never use among when we’re only talking about two people.

Let’s all learn this simple rule of word usage so we can write more intelligent and coherent prose.

What grammatical misuse bothers you? What particular area of grammar would you like help with? I’d love to hear and help.

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Demons of Technology

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

As usual, I was among the last people on earth to get a smart phone. I think there are three tribesmen in the jungles of Brazil who still don’t have them, but I finally do. I’ve even learned to make phone calls on them, although that, apparently, is not the primary purpose for having one.

Most people I know text, work their emails, read books, watch movies, play all sorts of games, and do just about everything except talk on them. I text now and then, glance at my emails once in a while, and make or receive two or three phone calls a day on mine—well, on a busy day.

The main reason I bought it was to use the Android GPS on a recent vacation. Sorta like the time years ago I bought some motivational course because I wanted the tape recorder that came with it. By the way, all my decisions are rational. I never do anything on impulse. Ever . . .

Anyhow, the primary function of my smart phone is to weight down my shirt pocket. I know, I could carry it in my pants pocket, but by the time I retrieve it from there, whoever called me has made three more calls.

So why would this phone, which I use so rarely, run out of juice and need to be recharged in the middle of the day. I knew when I got it that, unlike my old cell phone, which needed a charge maybe once a week, this one would need to be charged every night, but this fool thing wouldn’t even last that long.

I took it to the AT&T store where Chris, the friendly and helpful manager, told me it was because I left my navigation function on and that it sucked juice out. He showed me how to turn it off. (Okay, laugh that I had to be shown.) That made it last much better than before. It would make it to mid-afternoon without a charge.

After putting up with this for a while, I went back to see Chris again. This time he called someone in his company’s technical department. When he got off the phone, he told me that my Pantech Burst had a normal battery life of around eight hours before it had to be recharged. There was nothing wrong with my phone—just with my expectations.

*Censored* *Smoke escaping from ears*

Should I accept that or see about going back to my old dumb phone? I really gave this serious consideration, especially since I didn’t take much advantage of the features and capabilities of this one.

A couple of weeks ago my twelve year-old nephew was at our house while his mother, my wife and their older sister looked at family photos. Nick decided to join us men in the den rather than listening to all the cackling in the kitchen.

Like most kids his age, he sat playing with his smart phone most of the time. At some point during the afternoon I mentioned my gripe with my phone and he piped up and told me I needed Juice Defender.

Juice Defender?

Yep. He told me it was a free app I probably just needed to activate.

I should have handed him my phone right then and asked him to do it for me, but I missed that opportunity. I couldn’t find it among my apps, so I looked it up online, but I couldn’t download it from there. Back to Chris at the AT&T store.

Chris wasn’t familiar with the app, but he found it on my phone and activated it. It was free.

I don’t know what kind of magic hocus-pocus this app provides, but all of a sudden I find that my phone uses less than half the battery juice it used to use. I still have to charge it every night, but it’s usually only down about fifty per cent when I plug it in instead of being totally dead.

You’d still laugh how little I understand about it, but at least it holds a charge decently now. If you have this problem with yours, try Juice Defender. It saved mine from the junk heap.

Finally, after having this phone for two months, I’m almost happy with it. I wonder, though—why do they put the volume control on the side where your fingers naturally fit when you hold it? Apparently I turn the ring volume down all the time, and then I can’t hear it when it rings. *Sigh*

Do you have problems with any of the devices modern technology has placed in our hands to make us feel foolish? No? Then you’re almost certainly under fifty and likely much younger than that.

Tell us about your struggles with or victories over the demons of technology.

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The Incarnation of Jesus

If you abide in Me and My word abides in you, then you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.

Today’s post may cause some controversy. To me, the word is very clear on who Jesus was and who He is, but a lot of people don’t see this the same way I do. To find out who Jesus was, let’s look at the first five verses of the book of John.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things came into being through Him, and apart from Him nothing came into being that has come into being. In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.

What does this mean? Who was this Word? Since verse 3 says all things came into being through Him, we must be talking about Jehovah, the Creator of the heavens and the earth. It goes on to say nothing came into being apart from Him. He created it all.

Under the Old Covenant, He was life, and that life was the light of men. It shined in the darkness, but the darkness didn’t comprehend it. The Ten Commandments and the Mosaic Law could not save mankind from his own sin. But as always, God had a plan.

God the Father would take Jehovah and, through some process we can’t hope to comprehend, reduce Him to his essential nature and character. Verse 14 says, “And the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth.”

Stay with me here. The Word was Jehovah, but the Word became flesh—became Jesus. Look in an exhaustive concordance, and you won’t find the name “Jesus” in the Old Testament, nor will you find the name “Jehovah” in the New Testament. Jehovah of the Old Testament ceased to be when He became Jesus of the New Testament. The two cannot coexist, because they are different forms of the same person. Jesus could not exist while Jehovah was the God of Israel under the Old Covenant, and Jehovah could no longer exist as such once He became Jesus.

In case these thoughts are not radical enough, let me go a step further and state that when Jehovah surrendered Himself for God to reduce Him to His raw essence and character and place that essence and character in a sperm and place it in the womb of Mary, He also gave up His creative powers.

Sound over the top? Look at John’s words again. According to verse 3, all creative power was resident in the Word as Jehovah. But a few chapters later Jesus Himself says in John 5:19, “Truly, truly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of Himself, unless it is something He sees the Father doing; for whatever the Father does, these things the Son also does in like manner.”

By His own testimony, He does nothing in His own power. He does only what He sees the Father doing. Under the Old Covenant, He had all power vested in Himself, but under the New Covenant, He is totally dependent upon God the Father.

We sometimes think of Jesus as some sort of avatar who descended from heaven for a few years to serve as an example and then went back to His old position, but that’s not what happened. The Second Person of the Trinity underwent a permanent and everlasting change when the Word became flesh.

Further evidence of this is found in a word search. The name Jesus does not appear in the Old Testament, and the name Jehovah does not appear in the New Testament. This is not an accident. Jehovah of the Old Testament became Jesus of the New Testament.

To me, this makes the sacrifice much greater. In fact, to me, the sacrifice made at Jesus’s incarnation was much greater than that made at Calvary. It was not a temporary sacrifice for thirty-three years. He didn’t go back and resume His position as Jehovah and His powers as Creator. When we meet Him, He’ll still be Jesus. He’ll still have scars where the nails pierced Him when they put Him on the cross.

You undoubtedly have an opinion about this. I want to hear from you, but I ask two things first. Please give this concept some prayerful thought before excoriating me, and secondly, please keep any comments civil.

Have a New Testament passage or concept you’d like to see discussed here? Maybe something you’ve never quite understood. I’d love to hear from you about that, too. I’ll try my best to explain it.

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Pairs of Terms–Part 2

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

Today is the second post in the series on misused word pairs. These are words which are frequently substituted for each other even though they don’t have the same meaning.

Some years ago—has it really been over thirty?—I wrote a short story parodying the international oil situation and Jimmy Carter’s “excess profits tax.” In that story I used one of today’s words when I should have used the other. You can imagine my embarrassment when a lady I showed it to corrected me.

Today’s terms are imply and infer. They sound sort of like they should be good substitutes for each other, because they both have to do with conveying meaning without actually making a positive statement of that meaning. The difference between the two words has to do with who is doing the conveying.

The speaker or writer implies, or makes implication. Joan implied she had been to the state fair before. Joan said something conveying that impression, although she didn’t actually say so.

The hearer or reader infers, or draws inference. Hal inferred from what Joan said that she’d been to the state fair before. Hal received the impression, although Joan did not actually say so.

We rarely used imply incorrectly. No one says I implied from her conversation . . . But I hear and read a lot of statements such as She inferred that she had been there before.

This is really an easy one. We just need to remember that the person making the statement implies and the person hearing or reading the statement infers. Remember that little rule, and you’ll never confuse these two terms.

Let’s all learn this simple rule of word usage so we can write more intelligent and coherent prose.

What grammatical misuse bothers you? What particular area of grammar would you like help with? I’d love to hear and help.

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I’m From . . .

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

After reading blogs by Jenny Hansen and Sharla Lovelace about “Where I’m From,” I decided to write my own.

For openers, I’m from a time before you were born. If that statement isn’t true, you’re old.

When I was born, Hitler was terrorizing the world, with help from Hirohito and Mussolini. Few people used airlines, we rode trains from place to place, and no one had televisions.

I am from Daddy Ringtail and Amos & Andy on the radio, Grapette, Fleer’s Double Bubble (with a comic strip in each package), and Nash (left) and Studebaker (right) automobiles.

 

I’m from several moves before my dad got out of the army at the end of WW II and settled in Fort Worth to open his pediatric practice. I’m from homes whose only airconditioning consisted of huge attic fans that sucked outside air through open windows.

I’m from the trees in the yard we kids would climb and the vacant lot next to our house where several of us neighborhood boys played football.

I’m from gathering at my grandmother’s house along with my mother’s siblings and their families for Christmas and other holidays and from a kitchen full of women working on meals while the men played dominoes and we kids made life miserable interesting for all of them—and from eating a whole pan of cinnamon rolls my grandmother set aside and undercooked for my dad and me, one of several pans she got up at 4:00 am to set out to rise.

I am from heading out to the small-town golf course with my dad and my uncles when we had family gatherings and then returning for my grandmother’s wonderful fried chicken and homemade rolls and the pecan pies my other grandmother made when she joined our gathering.

I’m from annual visits among my first cousins, a practice our mothers carefully engendered even though they had to deal with a 300 mile geographic separation—and from riding trains to Big Spring, Texas, by myself starting at age five to go to some of these visits. Actually, I rode to Wichita Falls younger than that on trains my grandfather was working on.

I’m from attending a Methodist Church every time the doors were open, even though the pastor who served throughout my school years wouldn’t have known Jesus if He’d walked in the door and from seriously questioning Christianity throughout my teen and early adult years because of this.

I’m from a father who was never really comfortable expressing love and a mother who couldn’t refrain from expressing it—from warm, enveloping hugs from her and more distance from him, although I never doubted his love for me.

I’m from a maternal grandfather who would hold me and play with me on his bed although he was dying from heart trouble and a paternal grandfather who knew and loved—and was loved by—every neighbor for blocks around but who could never stand up to my overbearing paternal grandmother.

I’m from going around and drinking from everyone’s coffee cups after people left the table and from pulling up a chair to watch as my parents played bridge with their favorite partners.

I’m from riding my bicycle to the golf course with my golf bag on my shoulder nearly every summer day and loving the smell of the freshly mown grass and walking through the spray from the irrigation sprinklers to cool off.

I’m from hearing every teacher I ever had tell me I should be more like my big sister who never misbehaved and always did her homework and made A’s (love you anyhow, Barb) and from a little sister and brother who were always pains in the rear (although I’m sure I never was).

I’m from riding city buses alone and wandering around the neighborhood with no fears of child predators and from building tents from card tables and blankets and from sleeping outside in the backyard on palettes and trying to scare one another with ghost stories.

I’m from the days when cars were pretty and didn’t all look alike—the ’57 Chevrolet Impala, the ’59 Ford Thunderbird, the ’58 Cadillac deVille (most beautiful car ever made).

 

I’m from stopping at Lone Star Drive-in for their wonderful greasy french fries after a movie—or just cruising through to see who was there.

I think I’m from a bygone era.

This is fun. Leave a comment with some reference to your own youth. I’d love to hear from you.

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Authorly News

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

We interrupt our normal Monday Christian posts for an important announcement. Well, important to me, anyhow.

My first novella, Fancy is now available for both Nook and Kindle. It’s about 28K words and sells for $2.99 both places. It’ll be on iTunes and KOBO in the next few days also.

Fancy is a fourteen year-old girl who is orphaned by the death of her father in the early stages of the Civil War, having already lost her mother at the birth of her baby sister. She takes over the operation of the family farm and plants a cotton crop.

Her pastor, whom she never particularly liked anyhow, is a recent widower and begins to target her with his “charms.” She spurns him continually throughout the book.

As if she needed more problems, an unscrupulous neighbor manages to steal her farm with the help of a forged deed.

See how she deals with these problems and watch for the surprise ending.

The cover, shown above, is by Steena Holmes. Formatting for e-publishing was done by Angela Wallace. I can give both of these ladies a hearty recommendation.

This is the first of six novellas following her life and growth over a fifteen year period.

If you buy and read Fancy, I’d appreciate your favorable review on Goodreads or on the website where you buy it. If your opinion is unfavorable, I’d appreciate your critique in and email.

Within the next week or so, both Fancy and Heaven Sent should be available in paperback through Amazon.com. Heaven Sent will be available for Nook as well as on iTunes and KOBO the middle of next month.

You may have noticed new tabs at the top of this page. I’m in the process of updating my website. It’s a work in progress at the moment. Go ahead and look it over, but please come back later after I get it looking a little more finished.

Hope you didn’t mind this interruption of my regular programming today. Should be back to normal next Monday.

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More Pairs of Terms

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

The next few posts in our grammar series will be devoted to misused pairs of terms. Since I’ll be covering one pair at a time, these posts will generally be pretty brief, but that doesn’t make them any less important.

Today, we’re going to talk about the words we use to cover the interactions of two or more people. For some reason, this is an area we seem to get wrong more often than we get it right.

We’re going to talk about the terms each other and one another. These two terms seem to be misused about as often as they are used correctly. We often use them interchangeably, but they are not the same.

Each other specifically deals with the interaction of two people. Exactly two. Bill and I send each other Christmas cards. Ken and Barbie love each other. These are statements concerning the relationships or actions of pairs of people.

One another, on the other hand, deals with more than two people. The members of my writers’ group enjoy one another’s company. My cousins and I have always been close to one another. Statements concerning the relationships or actions of more than two people.

It is always incorrect to say one another when discussing only two people, and it is just as wrong to say each other when dealing with groups larger than two. Each other involves two, one another involves more than two.

Let’s all learn this simple rule of word usage so we can write more intelligent and coherent prose.

What grammatical misuse bothers you? What particular area of grammar would you like help with? I’d love to hear and help.

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Contact him at davwalktx@yahoo.com or tweet him at @davidnwalkertx

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How Amnesty for Illegals Hurts Honest Immigrants

We may not have it all together, but together we have it all.

Some time back, I posted a couple of blogs about a waitress at my favorite breakfast restaurant and her problems with Immigration and Customs Enforcement. At that time I was ambivalent in my feelings about her situation, because it dealt with her husband, who was not in this country legally.

As a strong supporter of law and order, I firmly believe those who cross our borders without going through proper legal channels or remain in our country on expired visas do not belong here. That belief conflicted with my compassion for this woman whose husband had been taken from her.

Since that time, I’ve learned a bit more about the situation. First of all, I learned that her husband was not deported. The two of them had decided they wanted to do things legally, and he had voluntarily returned to Mexico.

The second thing I learned, perhaps even more important so far as my feelings about the matter were concerned, was that this man did not sneak across our border illegally. He was brought across the border as a child by his parents. He had no say in the matter.

Knowing these things, I now see him as an innocent victim who is trying to do things the right way. He didn’t go whining to politicians about how they should pass a special law to ease his situation. He didn’t join some advocacy group to try to overturn our immigration laws and procedures.

This man did what the law required—he returned to the country of his citizenship, of his own volition, with the intent of applying through proper channels for admission into the United States. Before he could legally re-enter our country, he had to remain in Mexico for at least a year.

During that year, he made formal application to return to Texas. This involved a lot of paperwork red tape on both sides of the border, but he went through it. After many months of hearing nothing, he was finally notified in May that his application had been approved. He would soon be given instructions on how to proceed.

The smile on Anabel’s face the morning she told me about that lit up the whole restaurant. I figured he would be back any day and they would resume their lives of marital bliss. Week after week I asked her what the latest news was, and each time the sadness in her face and eyes tore my heart up. I quit asking, because I could see the pain my asking brought.

When I went to the restaurant last Friday, she came and sat in my booth for a moment, telling me she finally had news about her husband. He had received notice that he had an appointment for a hearing—in Mexico, of course—in late September, at which time they would decide what to do.

I’m livid. I don’t know the husband, but I know Anabel. She’s a sweet Christian lady who believes in right and wrong and law and order. She and her husband have tried to do the right thing here. They’ve complied with the law at every step of the way since he returned to Mexico.

Their reward for trying to do right has been nothing but a foot-dragging, lollygagging run-around. The year’s waiting period elapsed several months ago, and he’s still in limbo. Meanwhile, this dear lady is deprived of the loving support of her husband and left to raise her teenage children by herself on a waitress’s pay.

While my friend and her husband are trying to do everything according to the law, our wonderful President has rushed all the illegal aliens who have NOT returned to their home countries as they should ahead of this man and all the others who are trying to play by the rules. Is it any wonder that honest people get frustrated in trying to do the right thing?

Had any dealings with government red tape? Share your experiences with us. I love to hear from you.

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Book update: You can now look me and Heaven Sent up on Goodreads, and I will soon be putting it out in paperback form. I will also be publishing Fancy, the first novella in my series about a fourteen year-old girl orphaned by the Civil War.

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For more information about David N. Walker, click the “About” tab above.

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