End Times – The Depravity of man

Great read from my friend “Partnering With Eagles”  End Times – The Depravity of man

In speaking truth to power, there are days when news items I find on the web are so egregious, that they defy any sense of normality.

We are to observe the signs of the times; that some couldn’t see the truth if it hit them in the face, (willfully deluded) is a significant part of this.

One of the signs are scoffers –

2 Peter 3:3-4 King James Version (KJV)

Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts,

And saying, Where is the promise of his coming? for since the fathers fell asleep, all things continue as they were from the beginning of the creation.

I have often referred to Matthew 24; as an outline of the end times.  The most recent glaring examples? The abandonment of virtuous conduct; a state of immorality accompanied by widespread apostasy, has swept over a country whose liberties were founded upon, and recognized by the founding fathers, as coming from our Creator:

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Talon’s Point of the Day: July 15th, 2018 “Jesus Aint My Homeboy”

In the rush to appeal to this world’s thinking and vernacular, the Church has reduced the importance of the sacrifice of Christ and of Christ himself through how we speak of him. So in defense of all that is holy let me make this abundantly clear…

Jesus is not my “homeboy”. He’s not my “boo”. He’s not my “bro”, “bud”, or “pal” (though he is of course my friend). On the contrary Jesus is my Savior. We are in no way equals. We never will be. Jesus earned the right to my worship and complete humility before him with every piece of flesh torn from his body by the Roman cat of nine tails, by the nails driven through him, by every drop of blood given for me.

By all means lets personalize his great love for us. The intimacy between us and our Lord is, or should be, deeper than anything that can be experienced between a man and woman. Yet, when we define him in such casual terms we denude him of the glory he has earned, and he deserves so much better.

Talon’s Point of the Day is meant to be concise yet thought provoking. If you are impacted feel free to share the point with others, with or without citation.

Wisdom from the Web: July 4th, 2018

Years ago I started reposting short statements from others I found on the internet dubbed  “Wisdom from the Web” which I haven’t kept up on. Today I came across a good specimen though I won’t show it specifically because the person chose to use the phrase “libtard” in their comment which I found unnecessary, and well ironically unwise. However their point was truly wise and concise. It went something like this,

“If you’re enjoying the 4th of July today remember, it’s because past citizens made sure they were armed” – Unknown

Yes, when they first took up said arms they weren’t US citizens because of obvious reasons, but when they finally laid them down they were citizens of a new, and temporarily free people.

The remnant of liberty we still enjoy and acknowledge on this day is thanks to their willingness to “trust God and pass the ammunition.” If we fail to do either we will be the generation that observes the flame of liberty to die from lack of oxygen.

Breath freedom deeply my friend. Thank God every day for his mercy and be prepared, as every generation must be, to defend it with your life, fortune, and sacred honor

Talon’s Point of the Day: June 29th, 2018 “Pepper”

Today I say goodbye to some “one” who has been a faithful friend and comforter during some of the darkest periods of my life. The “one” isn’t a person though she was more human than most humans I’ve ever known. She’s my beloved dog “Pepper.”

She entered my life when I was at a rescue center trying to make arrangements for another dog. I had already tried to adopt a boxer that turned out to be dying from distemper. After doing everything possible, even the absurd, to try to keep Nugget alive I was forced to bring her back to be euthanized. It was then that a homeless woman arrived and begged me to take her dog so she wouldn’t have to give her to a place that couldn’t promise they wouldn’t put her down if they couldn’t find a home for her. Watching the despair in the eyes of a woman who was already suffering great hardship I could not turn her pleas away. Pepper was certainly not my choice, but she was God’s and I thank Him for knowing better than I what I would need.

Of course I share many of the same wonderful memories other pet parents do, playing in the yard, days at the beach, watching as she patiently let the babies tug on her ears and tail, or stand on her while she tried to lay in peace and take a nap. One of the great memories will always be the simple routine of coming home after a long day, walking in the door, and being met by a ball of fluff, tail spinning at high speed, excited that I’ve finally come home (in stead of wagging her tail back and forth she would spin it in circles.)

Later, during a period when God, in his mercy, was allowing everything, and I do mean everything, to be stripped away to allow me to see how completely I need Him, she was the one thing He allowed to remain in my immediate life, for awhile. Then, eventually even she would leave me. But through the deep generosity of my Dad and his wife, who would later take Pepper in when I could no longer give her a home, I was blessed to at least keep her from the same fate that the homeless woman feared years before.

I watched over time as she bonded to my dad as her “dad” but nevertheless she would always show me that she was my girl, sometimes heartbreakingly, like when I went to leave and she would try to get out the door to go with me, or just sit there and look at me with those sad, disappointed eyes.

Only God and I know how her love for me, even when I could do little for her, kept me from falling into utter despair. How she would sense my grief and stay close until my spirits would improve, even trying to lick my tears away at times.

Pepper, you were more faithful and compassionate than most humans I’ve ever met, including myself, showing the love that us fallen humans are rarely capable of. Though I cannot prove it, I believe some day when I reach eternity, part of what will make heaven just that, will be a fluffy black lab, tail spinning in circles, excited that I’ve finally come home.

It’s Just A Dog

As I prepare to put down one of the sweetest, most loyal beings down tomorrow I came across these words about the beauty of the love and life of a dog, and you’re right, it’s not “just a dog”

Mellific

I often hear people say those words; it’s just a dog. I can’t help but feel sorry for them.

They will never know the unconditional love a dog brings into your life. They will never understand that bond between you and your dog, that unspoken agreement, to love and protect each other with your entire being without question.

They will never understand that loyalty a dog teaches. The type of loyalty that says no matter how you are to me, I love you and will prove my love to you to my dying breath.

They will never understand unbridled joy. That simple joy a dog teaches us from things like a stick or bone or tummy scratch or praise.

They will never understand the warmth and comfort of that dog laying by your side when the world has walked out on you or given you reason to question it.

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Talon’s Point of the Day, June 24th, 2018 “Everyone’s Anchor”

There is a realm far more real and powerful than this physical existence. It holds certain rules that cannot be resisted for there is no means to resist this truth; that everyone, every man, every woman, every child, has an anchor they are bound to.

For the one lost in sin it is an anchor that is slowly pulling them under, and sadly most refuse to see it. In fact if they see it at all they think it is freedom from accountability. As such, when they eventually breath their last, they are pulled under by this anchor and enter the deep of eternity without God.

For the true believer in Christ there is also an anchor. Their chains to the sin anchor, broken by God’s grace have been replaced with a new chain and a new anchor. One that slows them and reminds them of their capacity and propensity to drift in their self will. One that keeps them from being swept away during the violent storms that come to us all. One that, if maintained in gratitude keeps them from being pulled away by every wind of doctrine. One, in a great paradox, reminds them that there is no freedom without Christ, without the chain, without the anchor.

May we all search our hearts this day. May we see the anchor we are chained to in it’s true light. For some of us our eternity is at stake.

Talon’s Point of the Day – May 19th, 2018 “Idols of Another Name”

I passed by a car show today and caught a glimpse of all the usual activities, people milling around, owners expounding about something about the vehicle or polishing some spot that’s not perfectly shiny and it struck me.

First let me say I’ve been to a few of these shows and have enjoyed looking at the restored beauties. The work put into their restoration alone can inspire metaphors to the love of God.

Secondly, I’m not about to suggest that owning and sharing a classic car with the public is in itself wrong. However I’m always left oddly sorrowful at some of the aspects of these shows. The pride in riches not the least. There is a distinct danger in my opinion that our material goods can become a source of pride and thereby become our own personal little idols.

I know I’ve touched on this subject before , and likely will again, but if we are not very careful our belongings, whether homes, land, cars, bank accounts, jewelry, clothing, even relationships, can easily become idols of another name.

If you’ve ever gone through a stage of life where it seems God has stripped you of everything be encouraged. Perhaps God wants you to see just how easy you and I can take idols into our live, even our hearts, and not even realize it.

Talon’s Point of the Day is meant to be concise yet thought provoking. If you are impacted feel free to share the point with others, with or without citation.

 

 

 

Mother’s Day Gold 2018

This last Sunday, Mother’s Day, we took some friends, including some moms, up to our placer drift mine in search of a little gold. The following video is just some clips pieced together but I thought I’d go ahead and post it here.

For those of you who have read my message to moms –>> Mother’s Day Gold, this little video might shed a little more light on the words chosen in that post. The mine you’ll enter used to be a river bed where the rocks were grinding together as they ran along the bedrock as the river raged. Anyway, I hope you enjoy a glimpse into the odd little world I call ‘having fun.’