Category Archives: God’s creation

“Let me in!” – in Catspeak

~Eowyn

Creation: The amazing woodpecker

woodpeckerA woodpecker (l) and the holes it drills in trees (r)

Woodpeckers are found worldwide, except for Australia, New Guinea, New Zealand, Madagascar, and the extreme polar regions. Most species live in orests or woodland habitats.

The diet of woodpeckers consists mainly of insects and their grubs taken from living and dead trees, and other arthropods, along with fruit, nuts and sap from live trees. Ecologically, they help to keep trees healthy by keeping them from suffering mass infestations.

There are about 200 species in the Woodpecker family. Sadly, many are threatened or endangered due to loss of habitat or habitat fragmentation. Two species of woodpeckers, the ivory-billed woodpecker and the imperial woodpecker, have been considered extinct for about 30 years.

This video by Exploration Films asks how the woodpecker could have become a woodpecker via evolution (h/t FOTM’s Trail Dust):

We humbly ask Richard Dawkins and other evolutionists to please explain how, through the evolutionary process of incremental adaptations to the environment, a bird somehow “grew” all the following and so became the Woodpecker:

  1. the thickest skull of all birds (so as not to get a headache from pounding and drilling);
  2.  a very long (10 inches!) tongue with barbs to extract bugs from the deep holes it drills in trees (see #1);
  3. just the right kind of glue on its very long tongue (see #2) which sticks to bugs but not to the bird’s own beak;
  4. a solvent in its mouth that dissolves the glue (see #3) so that it can swallow the bug but not swallow its own very long tongue (see #2);
  5. closes its eyes during drilling (see #1) because if it didn’t close its eyes, the force of the drilling is so great its eyeballs would pop out.

One last question for evolutionists:

Please explain how the remarkable and most unique European Green Woodpecker “somehow” incrementally, via evolutionary “adaptation” to the environment, grew a tongue that grows from the back of its throat, goes down the throat, out the back of its neck, up over the top of its head, comes out of a hole in its eyes, goes in and through its nostril, then comes out of its beak!

European Green Woodpecker

~Eowyn

Sunday Devotional: Salvation is from and also for the Jews

Salvation came from the Jews

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In his book, Salvation is from the Jews (a quote from John 4:22), Roy H. Schoeman, a Jewish convert to Catholicism, explains the critical salvific role played by Jews and Judaism. From pp. 20-21:

…three of the roles that the Jewish people were called upon to play in salvation history — first, to give themselves completely to God, resulting in a uniquely intimate covenant between them and God; second, by their loyalty and virtue to bring blessing, and eventually the ultimate blessing of the Redeemer, to all of mankind; and third, to foreshadow prophetically later salvation history in their own history.

Yet this does not exhaust the role that the Jews were to play. The Jews were also to host the Incarnation itself, to be the people among whom God would become man. If God were to be on a uniquely intimate basis with the Jews and eventually to incarnate among them, they would have to be free from all involvement with other deities, free from all spiritual pollution. Hence the severity of the restrictions in the Old Testament against any form of idolatry or sorcery, both of which establish ties between the practitioners and fallen spirits. This purity, and the development of virtue and piety among at least some of the Jews, would have to reach its ultimate fruition later in producing an individual of such devotion and virtue that she could give her flesh to be the flesh of the God-man, that she could be His human mother. This individual was, of course, the Blessed Virgin Mary.

Salvation is also for the Jews

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I love St. Paul because he, though a Jew, was the apostle who most championed the bringing of the gospel — the good news of Jesus Christ — to non-Jews or the Gentiles. Christians through the ages and throughout the world have St. Paul to thank. (See “The saint whom Christ struck blind”)

In a powerful passage in his Letter to the Romans, however, St. Paul specifically addresses unbelieving Jews. That should be a reminder to us, however difficult, that we are to pray for, not curse, them.

Romans 11:13-15, 29-32

Brothers and sisters:
I am speaking to you Gentiles.
Inasmuch as I am the apostle to the Gentiles,
I glory in my ministry in order to make my race jealous
and thus save some of them.
For if their rejection is the reconciliation of the world,
what will their acceptance be but life from the dead?

For the gifts and the call of God are irrevocable.
Just as you once disobeyed God
but have now received mercy because of their disobedience,
so they have now disobeyed in order that,
by virtue of the mercy shown to you,
they too may now receive mercy.
For God delivered all to disobedience,
that he might have mercy upon all.

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In His peace and love,

~Eowyn

Ghost Sex

It could be a goat.   :)

It could be a goat. :)

A professor at the Auburn University was giving a lecture on Paranormal Studies. To get a feel for his audience, he asks, ‘How many people here believe
in ghosts?’

About 90 students raise their hands.

Well, that’s a good start. Out of those who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you have seen a ghost?’

About 40 students raise their hands.

That’s really good. I’m really glad you take this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?’

About 15 students raise their hand.

Has anyone here ever touched a ghost?’

Three students raise their hands.

That’s fantastic. Now let me ask you one question further…Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?’

Way in the back, Ahmed raises his hand.

The professor takes off his glasses and says ‘Son, all the years I’ve been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost.

You’ve got to come up here and tell us about your experience.’

The Middle Eastern student replied with a nod and a grin, and began to make his way up to the podium. When he reached the front of the room, the professor
asks, ‘So, Ahmed, tell us what it’s like to have sex with a ghost?’

Ahmed replied, “Shit, from back there I thought you said “Goats.”

Bye for Now,

~Steve~                                                     H/T  I_Man

Angel over Cape Coral

“For he shall give his angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.” -Psalm 91:11

Angel over Cape Coral, FL 8-2014

The above picture of a unique cloud formation was taken by a Huffington Post employee and uploaded to HufPo on Tuesday, August 12, 2014.

The picture and story were also shared on UK website The Daily Mail, where some commentors expressed skepticism while others saw the divine. A California woman wrote on Twitter: “The figure could be a build up of clouds or Maybe of God in robes and his angel gabe.” (Source: Christian Today)

Florida seems to have more than its share of interesting cloud formations.

Last month, driving on I-75 during a Florida rainstorm, musician Joe Zuniga captured this awesome pic of a square-shaped pocket of sunlight surrounded by stormy clouds.

storm clouds over FL, July 2014

Zuniga told Fox13, “I was actually on the phone with my sister. It was her birthday. I told her I had to call her back. I had to take a picture. It had been storming really badly in Florida, and it looks as if [God] parted the clouds. They looked almost like something spiritual coming through the storm, and the Lord has got your back. It was very peaceful.”

Then there was the angel in the clouds above southern Florida on March 13, 2013. Here’s one of many pics taken by residents:

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~Eowyn

Mulder the Cat knows how to open doors

~Eowyn

The Mystery of the Walking Bear

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A hungry black bear was seen walking upright on its hind legs through a New Jersey neighborhood.

Ian Bohman took this video one early morning, of the bipedal bear walking through a quiet Oak Ridge cul-de-sac, stopping to peek into a garbage can. He commented under the video on YouTube: “It just walked by like I wasn’t there.”

Bohman believes the bear was forced to walk that way due to an injury. Indeed, if you go to the 0:38 mark in the video, you’ll see that the bear’s front right leg clearly is wounded or amputated.

ABC News reports, Aug. 7, 2014, that Bohman said the bear is “kind of famous” in his hometown, having been spotted before prowling for food and walking on its hind legs.

An expert told ABC News that the bear is likely walking upright as a result of an injury. Kelsey Burgess, from the New Jersey Department of Fish, Game and Wildlife, said, ““More than likely it was a car accident. He was banged by a car. … Bears can walk on their hind legs very well. It’s just they don’t choose to do so unless they’re forced to.”

Oak Ridge is located in an area of northern New Jersey, where bear sightings, according to Bohman, are relatively common. This particular bear, he says, did not look well: “When I saw it, it did look a little skinny and it was sad seeing it looking into an empty garbage can.”

Local residents have even nicknamed the bear Vinny.

It turns out state wildlife officials have been monitoring the bear since residents first reported sighting it in June. They say the bear’s a juvenile under 3 years old, weighs about 250 pounds, and walks upright because its two front paws are injured. More than likely it was a car accident.

Officials say the bear not a danger to people and they have no plans to capture or relocate him.

But why can’t state wildlife capture-and-release the poor bear so as to treat its injuries?

UPDATE:

The presence of the cub indicates the bear not only is a real bear, instead of a man in a bear suit, but a Mamma bear. That means she — already thin — must forage for food for both herself and her baby, while severely handicapped. And winter is coming . . . .

If I lived in Oak Ridge, NJ, I would organize a citizens’ initiative to treat her wounds and provide nutritious food for her and her cub.

PLEASE, everyone, you can help by leaving a comment on the ABC news article page (click here) and the two YouTube videos’ pages. To get to the YouTube pages, just click the word “YouTUBE” in the bottom right corner of the video.

~Eowyn

A message for apathetic Christians and Conservatives

If you are one, this message is for you.

But since you are a reader of FOTM, likely you’re not.

Please send/forward this to your politically apathetic friends, family, and acquaintances. For doing nothing is surely America’s road to Hell.

~Eowyn

“Cherish, therefore, the spirit of our people, and keep alive their attention…. If once they become inattentive to the public affairs, you and I, and Congress, and Assemblies, Judges, and Governors, shall all become wolves.”
–Thomas Jefferson, letter to Edward Carrington, 1787

Plato on apathy

The One-Talent Fatalist

By RoseAnn Salanitri
TPATH (Tea Party Advocate)
August 11, 2014

As someone who is considered to be a grassroots activist, I often find myself talking “politics” with many who are interested just for the sake of conversation. It can be a frustrating calling when those who agree philosophically and morally remain apathetic. These represent a large percentage of the population that claim to have conservative values and often identify themselves as Christians. They are the people who attend church on a regular basis, sit in the same pew week after week and maybe volunteer once in a while or even on a regular basis for worthy causes.

Yet somehow, they have spun a comfortable cocoon for themselves where they are surrounded with others who believe and live as they do – others who manage to go on with their lives and tune out the rest of the world. They believe that they are doing their part by merely recognizing our woes but do not think that they are being called to action.

This week our local tea party hosted a tent at our State Fair. While I met many patriots who were frustrated but engaged or willing to be engaged, I also met many who knew the troubles facing this nation and were able to turn a blind eye to their responsibility to fight and defeat the escalation of these troubles. Most of them seemed to be fatalists, who believe these things are destined, and therefore we human beings should accept our destiny and our inability to change the inevitable. This article is being written for them.

If these fatalists are Christians, they should pay attention to the Parable of the Talents, as recorded in Matthew 25:14-30. Not only is this article is being written for them; it can be argued that Christ told this parable for them as well.

In the parable, Jesus is telling a story whereby the kingdom of heaven is compared to a rich man traveling to a far country who entrusts his goods to three of his servants as follows: to one he gives five talents; to another he gives two talents; and to another he gives one talent. At the time the parable was told, a talent was a very large sum of money represented in either silver or gold. In 1915, it was estimated that the silver talent was worth approximately $2,050 and the gold was worth approximately $30,750. Christ continues by telling us that the servants who were given the five and the two talents invested what they were given and returned a nice profit to their master. However, the servant who was given one talent hoarded that talent and when the master returned, the servant proudly gave the master back the one talent he had initially received.

In the parable, Christ commends the servants who returned more than they received but calls the one that returned only what he received “wicked” and “lazy.” As extraordinary as it may seem, the servant who returned only what he was given suffers the same fate as sinners and is thrown into the “outer darkness” (see Matthew 25:30). I shudder to think that so many who consider themselves to be “good” Christians are considered by Christ to be “unprofitable” and deserving of the same fate as the most detestable sinner.

Is it reasonable to compare this lazy and unprofitable servant in the parable to the fatalists of today? Consider that Christ was comparing the rich master to the kingdom of God. It is unlikely that Christ told this parable to instruct His followers to invest and earn lots of money to donate it to the temple priests. It is widely believed by Bible scholars that the talents represent gifts or (ironically) talents that we are blessed with to profit the kingdom of God. For those who understand how the kingdom is being assaulted and are content to wring their hands and shrug their shoulders in apathy, they may be unpleasantly surprised on Judgment Day. They are not using their talents to profit the kingdom of God and therefore are truly useless and wicked servants – no matter how “nice” a person they may appear to be.

In a nation where godlessness is steadily increasing – both morally and in the hallowed halls of government – those who are willing to stay in their comfortable cocoons are more to blame than the ungodly that are launching the assaults. It has been widely reported that only 25% of Christians vote.

This places them in the untenable position of being onlookers who stand with their hands in their pockets as the “one nation under God” becomes one of the many nations dedicated to the proposition that all men and women are their own gods. Yes, Mr. Obama is a problem; and Nanci Pelosi is a problem; and Harry Reid is a problem; and a do-nothing spineless Congress is a problem – but we have a greater problem. Our real problem is fatalism – for surely the 75% of Christians who are content to live in their silken cocoons could change the fabric of ungodliness in America in the span of one election cycle. However, they will continue to cling to the excuse that they are powerless, and in so doing have condemned themselves to powerlessness – and unfortunately, they have condemned the rest of us as well. May God have mercy on their souls, for surely I will not.

Marine’s near-death experience of Hell

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No doubt you’ve all read about near-death experiences (NDE).

Only a minority of NDEs are hellish, including Bill Clinton’s in September 2004 when he had a quadruple bypass surgery, wherein he found himself in a dark hellish place; only the faces of Chelsea and Hillary brought him solace. As he recounted in an interview on ABC’s Primetime Live: “I saw, like, dark masks crushing, like, death masks being crushed, in series, and then I’d see these great circles of light and then, like, Hillary’s picture or Chelsea’s face would appear on the light, and then they’d fly off into the dark.”

Most NDE accounts that I’ve read, however, are of Heaven and of encounters with the divine in the form of the purest, most brilliant (but not blinding) light. From those accounts, it would seem that Heaven is the destiny for most of us.

That is not so, according to a U.S. Marine from Louisiana named Shawn Weed who had a frightening 8-minute NDE of a terrible place — the vestibule to Hell.

Below is his account as transcribed and summarized by Michael Brown of Spirit Daily, followed by Weed’s 1+hour-long video.

Shawn Weed with his military ID card

Shawn Weed with his military ID card

MARINE CLAIMS HE ENCOUNTERED HORRIFYING DEMON DURING ‘DEATH’ AND WAS RESCUED BY ARCHANGEL

To recount: on a break from the Marines and relaxing (“chilling”) with two Marine buddies (one a corporal, the other an S-2 intelligence agent), Weed and his friends were goofing around taking pictures of a noose that was placed over his neck when — caught from behind by one of the men, who thought it would be even funnier to tighten the noose a bit — Weed was suddenly unable to inhale, unbeknown to his colleagues, who had snapped a few photographs of the “gag” and thought Weed was prolonging the stunt.

He was anything but.

Weed found himself unable to breathe. Desperate, the Marine had tried to loosen the noose strangling him. That proved impossible. Suddenly, he found himself there in the room, but in an entirely new way, now staring at his own body in the same room as his Marine buddies, who took an appallingly long while to notice that he was unconscious and in trouble. His spirit had left his body.

With equal suddenness, Weed next found himself out of the room and in a totally unfamiliar otherworldly place with darkness so thick and solid black it nearly had a texture: a vast region or plane that seemed to have no ground or floor, and yet with something that he was standing on, like air but hard, a place he didn’t recognize at all: no light, no wind, no sound, standing on nothing, as if in a giant warehouse. The only light was a dim light coming from his own form. He felt stuck despite trying to stride forward to find an exit. “I had no clue,” he says, “where I was.”

“I began to realize that I was standing in-between two parallel planes that stretch on forever and there’s no walls, there’s no doors, there’s no windows, I’m trapped in between these two parallel planes, and there’s no way out.

“From that point I became very scared but before I could even think of another thought I was snatched off of my feet by a very, very large demon. And of course for me, I didn’t know what had happened. It was like getting hit by a truck and having no clue that it was ever coming. This thing had come upon me so fast and caught me with such complete surprise and was so big, I can’t possibly begin to describe what it feels like to be in the grips of something that big.

“I had this shooting pain from my head to my feet, like a bolt of electricity but not stopping. And I had this pounding sensation, this hurting, pounding sensation from my left shoulder and I saw these fingers that came down to roughly to the bottom of my chest. The depth of its hands went from the side of my neck the breadth of my shoulder. That was the width of its hand. The color of its skin was black and red. I don’t know if it was red with black shadows moving across it or red with a black oily substance like a cloud moving beneath the skin so it makes it have a perception of moving while standing still, like the sky with clouds moving. I was watching these giant red fingers with blackness moving through them and this thing was crushing my left shoulder.”

“This thing had me and was just smiling at me, waiting for me to look at it. When I looked over my shoulder, this thing was grotesque. It sounds even more crazy, but it was like thirteen feet tall. Anything you want to know in this place you can ask it in your mind and the answer is given to you and when I thought how big it was, ‘thirteen feet’ came to me. All I know it was huge, ripped through with muscles. No hair, no beard. Just completely hairless and humanoid in shape — two legs, two arms, one mouth, one nose, two ears. The differences were this: where our eyes are white, its were yellow, and where our irises are green or blue or brown, its irises were gold and diamond-shaped like a snake’s. It had a really wide flat nose and gleaming white teeth, perfectly shaped like a human’s. The only thing strange about the teeth is where we have the canines, it had two tusks coming out of its mouth like a boar, a wild pig.

“The thing picked me up like I weighed nothing to it. And it was taking me along for a ride. I only looked at its face for a second. That’s all it took. As a man, I’m not afraid of any other man on the face of this earth. I will fight any man, I don’t care how much bigger they are than me. But this thing? There was no fighting it. It was far too big. It was like it weighed three or four thousand pounds. You could take one of me and put another on top of me and you still wouldn’t be as tall. This thing had me by the shoulder and was moving at a very fast velocity. It felt like a hundred miles an hour and it had complete control. There was nothing, nothing at all, I could do to get away. I had seen that face for only a second and it was enough to scare me. I’m pretty sure it would scare anyone.”

All hope drained from Weed. It seemed like it was all over. “I think that the strength of hope is with God and without God and any hope you don’t really have a reason to live and to fight and you don’t have any strength whatsoever,” he says in the video (which you can view below). “Without hope you don’t have strength. After hope left me, and it was taking me wherever it wanted to take me.” The thought came to him that they were headed from the “outer darkness” (what he later wondered is what the Bible calls “Abraham’s bosom”) toward the fiery part (the “fire and brimstone”) of hell.

This confused Weed.

He was no saint. He was indifferent (or what the Bible says about being “lukewarm”). He “drank like a fish,” many nights, and smoked some cigarettes; slept around. Who knows what else.

But he didn’t consider himself a “bad” person. He was no murderer. He’d never molested a child. He occasionally went to church.

And so he found it “mortally appalling” that he was “being taken to hell” — by a towering demon.

Sounds preposterous, until you watch and listen to Weed tell it.

Fantasy? Like a comic book drama?

If so, it’s one that makes this tough-looking Marine weep at several junctures.

That crying begins when he describes (starting around 52 minutes into the video) how he was rescued — by an angel.

“I was just an average guy,” he said. “I never pictured myself as bad.” As he thought of such things he saw a pinprick of light.

“As I was thinking this to myself — that I’m not such a bad guy — that’s when that light appeared,” he says, “and I looked up at it — like a star far off in the night sky, something so tiny and insignificant and far away that it couldn’t possibly help me.

“Then it moved off to the left a little bit and went back to the right. It moved and I wondered, ‘What is that?’ and I began focusing on it and it came rushing at me like — the only way I could describe it — the speed of this thing was like a bolt of lightning.

“It came at me so fast that one second it was just a tiny little star in the night sky and the next there was blinding white light and his hand was reaching down to me and it was an angel [here he begins to weep].

“My hand just reached up and grabbed this hand, my reflex was just to grab this hand. And as soon as I touched this hand all three of us were motionless and standing on this ground that you can’t see.

“This beast, this demon, still had me by the shoulder and instinctively I knew to stand still because I knew if I moved it would have ripped my shoulder and arm off and beaten me with it. It was just that massively strong. There was something in me telling me, ‘Don’t move. Don’t move.’

“I was just standing there looking up at this angel and this angel was like nine feet six inches tall and had brown wavy hair pushed to the back and had olive-colored skin, it wasn’t really white, it wasn’t really black, it was somewhere in between, but the light that was emanating from within it was so bright white that it practically overshadowed the color of its skin.

“I say ‘it’ because it wasn’t really a ‘he’ or a ‘she’ although the body was shaped like a ‘he,’ like a male, and when you looked at its face it’s like the most handsome man you have ever seen combined with the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. I mean, when you look at this angel, you think, ‘Wow, he is beautiful.’ I know this is a funny thing to say. In the vernacular, a man is ‘handsome’ and a woman is ‘beautiful.’

“But this angel was just beautiful.

“Its eyes were blue — I mean perfect blue. If someone took a piece of the sky and put it in its eyes, or a cup from the ocean, and put it in its eyes, there were no flaws in them. Just perfect. Just beautiful.

“He was shaped like a man with a chest and strong arms and an Adam’s apple, a strong man, more like a fitness-trainer strong, not body-builder strong like the demon with muscles popping from where they shouldn’t be. But you can tell this angel was there to fight and he had on a white robe cut in a v-neck in the front and gold along the edge of his collar like embroidered and this robe was kind of like a white Roman tunic that came just before below his knees and elbows and I was just blown away by it.

“I’m looking up at it and blown away by its brightness and beauty and at the same time frozen in place and you could feel [the] anger [from the demon] like heat and it looked around to see what had stopped it: It turned around and was ready to fight, make no mistake; this demon was ready to get down in the worst way — but as it whipped around, this angel — its speed was just incredible and it just rushed forward and with open palm hit this demon and had to angle its arm upwards at about the height of its head to hit this demon in the chest and it hit this demon with such power — I can’t describe the fierceness of it, the power of this thing. It hit this demon with such force that its hand was literally ripped from my shoulder and it had no clue what had hit him.

“By the time it turned its head it was already hit.

“And this demon was hit with such force that it literally folded up and flew backwards.”

The angel, allegedly, according to the Marine, then called Weed by a “long” mystical name.

“It called me this name to let me know more or less that I still had a chance to make it into Heaven, that I had a heavenly name, and that I squandered it, I wasted it, and if this had been my ultimate time, that’s where I would have stayed. When he called me this long name, it was a feeling of ‘home.'”

The name was just as quickly removed from his memory.

“It looked at me and it began to speak at me and its voice was like a waterfall. If a waterfall could speak, like a rushing sound. I understood it was converting my understanding to understanding its language. It didn’t descend down to my broken language of English. It elevated me up to understand its language and he looked at me and said, ‘Hello, my name is Michael’ [Weed weeps again].’ I immediately knew this was the Archangel of the Bible.”

The demon was trying to get back, claims Weed, and the angel “gave me a saddened look and he said, ‘Your time has not yet come. It’s time for you to go.'”

Immediately the Marine was back in his body, as immediately as he had left. Shawn opened his eyes; he came back to “life”; there he was, back in the room with his friends; lying on the sofa they had placed him on; he said it took twenty minutes to recover use of his body, as they tried to revive him (successfully, happily).

Weed’s message:

Devote life to God as much as you possibly can.

It’s not enough to say you believe. You must believe.

It’s not enough to not be a killer, or an abuser.

You must be holy.

“If that makes a Bible-thumping Christian, so be it,” says the Marine. “I’d rather be a Bible-thumping Christian than in the ‘middle,’ because I know where that gets you (Revelation 3:20). We don’t realize the reality of the place. I was at the doorstep of hell. I know for certain that it does exist because that’s where [before Michael] it was taking me.”


~Eowyn

Dogs welcome home soldier!

Scroll ahead to about the :48 mark…

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