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June 28 Ahoy, We be a' bloggin soon mates!Ahoy lads n lasses
Thank yee fer lettin me know me page es a bit out o'date. We be back now, and we be bloggin soon. Give ya sumptin ta look forward to, lol.
The Capt. December 09 Twaz Z Nite A'for ChristmasTWAZ Z NIGHT AFORE CHRISTMAS
Adapted by Zinger
Ferst Mate ta Capt. Jolly Roger
(Wit Apologies ta Clement Clarke Moore)
'Twas the night afore Christmas, when all o'er me ship Not a creature was stirring, not even Big Mick; The stockings waz hunged by the cannons wit care, In hopes that ol' Jolly soon wuld be thar; Z crew was nestled all snug in thar nets,
While little grey rats danced round wit no frets; And me n me wench ad just settled down for a nap, When out on the deck there arose a big chatter, I spranged from me net to see what twas z matter.
Away to the portal I ran like a dawg, Tore open the glass to stare though my grog. Z moon was in full and in all its glory Gave the luster of mid-day to help this story, But a miniature dingy drawn by eight mule deer, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knowed in a moment it must be Capt'n Jolly as St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; "Now, Nemo! now, Memises! now, Hermes and Demeter! On, Eris! On Poseidon! On, Eurydice and Artemis! To the top of the deck! To the top of the mast!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!" As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the mast-top the coursers they flew,
With the Brigit full of plunder, and Capt'n Jolly, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing: I needed no proof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the hatch Capt'n Jolly came with a bound. He was dressed all in black, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of plunder he had flunged on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just openin es pack. His eye patch -- how it twinkled! his scars how scary! His mug was like roses, his face was all hairy! The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a belly of grog, That shook when he laughed, but es eyes seemed ta fogg. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old pirate,
And I laughed when I saw him; he was a riot; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the hatch he rose; He sprang to his dingy, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a ballistic missle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night." Merry Christmas, Lads n Lasses
The Capt. November 26 Thanksgivin en San FranciscoAhoy Lads n Lasses,
Tis that time o'season when we celebrate two thangs: One es that we es alive n able ta eat Turkey on Thanksgivin. The second es that we es alive and livin en San Francisco, the greatest city en z werld.
So this Thanksgivin, we ere aboard z JollyRoger, docked at Pier 102, wanted ta send - ta all those who es unfortunate enuff not ta be en r fair city cause o thar duties fightin z war or just cause they can't b ere - a look at what a typical Thanksgivin day es like en r city by z bay.
As z day starts, we find ourselves among worldclass views that we take fer granted:
Thanksgivin en San Francisco es a day made up of several thangs. One is that we volunteer ta help others. We endure the crowded streets and complain about em (but that es part o et, too), we gather wit friends and special folks, we remember days long gone wit me brother, n we welcome new arrivals.
An after a guud supper, some o'us head down to z marina n take r sloop out fer sum scuba diving ta get Rock Cod fer supper after Thanksgivin, aye!
And then, et es z end o'z day, and another beautiful sunset az ta b endured! Happy Thanksgiving, mates, where ere ya b
The Capt.
November 22 Thar Be No Need Ta WorryAhoy Lads n Lasses,
Taday I must address an essue o'vital import. Et seems my polite speech es havin n impact on sum o'me readers, n I figure I must stop the spread of their disease afore it reaches emedemec perprotions inside thar brains. An so, let me begin tadays health n wellness lesson.
I realize readin me blog as a deteteremental effect on z some yung minds. Hell, it has one on my mind, so how can et not effect a yung mind, eh? I also know this cause me mates tell me so. They say, "Capt., it b yer speech. Sumtimes we can't understand ya." See, thar es proof right thar that I es effecting thar minds, cause et es obvious ta me that they can't understand the Queens English when they ear et, aye.
Z problem es they have a disease that prevents em from understanding a pour unemancipated man like meself. How else can et be splained? So, beginnin taday, I es gettin tired o'mates telling me that me speech es all jumbled up n otherwise no guud.
One o'me favorite places ta drop off mates who av "misunderstandins"
As Capt. of this ship, I am decreeing taday that anyone who dun't understand me werd er me speech es subject ta keel hauling, n if'n they don't like that, weel put em on a desert isle somewhere with a pistul, one shot, and a bottle o rum. That ought ta fix the problem. Oh, n happy berthday Shupe, where ere ya b.
Tis all fer taday scallywags.
The Capt.
November 11 Veterans Day
Ahoy Lads n Lasses...
How many of yee know what Veteran's Day es all about? Well, me n my crew es salutin all veterans today ta thank em for our freedoms. Do yourself a favor today and get educated on what today is all about:
The Capt. October 29 Injuries Abound - Crank Yanker Problems Again! Ahoy Lads n lasses…
Tis been a rough time abourd z JollyRoger lately. Just after our last sail we ran inta trouble. A few nautical miles outside z Golden Gate Bridge, me first mate Zinger n his pal, Two-Toed Tom (don’t ask), were hoistin z main sail so we could take advantage of the wind n show all them Politically Correct San Francisco Green peeoples that we weren't using fuel. Well, r best intentions went awry.
Sailing inta pourt in San Francisco (left). At right are our still-in-tact left sided shallow-headed crank yankers.
As Zinger and Two-Toed Tome were getting ready to feather the main, all of a sudden the two right sided shallow-headed crank yankers broke. My gawud, you’d think that a Brit had fired a broadside at us, wit all z yellin n fussin that went on. The men top side were spared, thank Heavens.
No one was hurt in z nest
The men feathering z sail were spared
But poor old Zinger went flying across the deck! He was flung afar from the kickback of the crank yanker. He ad to be walked ta sick bay, where ee es now getting "attended to" by me nursing staff. Poor lad.
Zinger being walked ta Sick Bay (left), where me nursing staff es caring for em. Two-Toed Tom (right) got treated in z cabin next ta Zinger's.
When the force of the crank-yanker hit Zinger, he was forced inta Two-Toed Tom, knocking him completely over. Twas too bad for Tom, too, cause es foot got caught in the crank yanker, and well, I suppose et will suffice ta say that we gotta change es name now, aye!
We es tryin ta get underway fer a new exploration, but with Zinger en the hospital ruum, n Tom in the next ruum, n our right side shallow-headed crank yanker out of business, we won’t be goin anywhere anytime too soon, aye.
We will keep r regulars posted via this blog. But for now, we es gonna party in port at the Jimmy Buffett Concert that came ta town (see video above).
Tis all for now, mates.
The Capt.
October 08 We es back n bloggin
Ahoy Lads n Lasses… Well shiver me timbers. Look who es back at es blog...me! Aye, mates, et as been a long dry summer o'no rum n lots o'physical injuries wit no one ta blame but me n z termites, harty harr harr. So now I gots a steel peg n no worries about them critters nawin away at me peg n makin me fall n breakin bones. Those days es officially o'er. Ah, but I digress.
While I was injured, we managed ta sail from San Francisca down z coast, through z Panama Canal, and over ta Anguilla for the Jimmy Buffett concert on z beach. It was worth z sail, aye. We sailed into Anguilla with all z sheets a flyin, n then was greeted by so many boats we had ta pull in z sheets n motor o'ver ta r berth.
Unfortunately, as you can see from z photas below, we ad ta stay in sum accommodations ashore that were all right but not the same as r usual hammocks aboard. Et was difficult at ferst, but we gradually got used ta them.
We also met a lot of uptight people during the concert, but they quickly loosened up, as you can see on z video on me blog.
All en all, et waz a guud trip. Hope ta be bloggin more soon.
Be guud, scallywags!
The Capt.
August 28 Bloggin Es Hard Werk!Ahoy Lads n Lasses...
Taday, fer Labour Day in z Eunited States, we es celebratin all the labor that goes inta makin blogs, aye!
Fer example, we labour hard ta bring ya excitin trips from afar, n plop em down right ere so yer scallywag eyes can seem em, n yer rum-soaked brain can say, omg, ere comes sum video from z eyes, let's try ta make sense o'et. An if ya only half-pickled yer selve in z 1960s, usually it all makes sense. But I digress. The point is we gots ta sail all o'er z werld n have fun just ta create a blog. Ta prove et, we got picteures ---
As you can see, et is diffecult werk.
Tis et fer taday, scallywags. Have a guud Labour Day n beyond!
The Capt. August 21 ANGRY PIRATES FER McCAIN!
O' Jolly es feelin bettur than ee waz, so et es time ta fire up me opinions n express em to all 3 of ya that es still readin me blog, harty, harr, har.
So listen up. Tadays lesson, boys n gerlies, es en politics n z presidential election en z Eunited States. Ta understand dis lesson, ya gots ta understand I es an angry pirate. I es sick o'seeing my country pushed around by scum inside n outside this country. Tis time to take our country back. Tis time fer all angry pirates ta vote fer McCain! AYE! Look at et this way:
- On z one hand, we gots a man who votes ta tear down most of z stuff this country es made of, n he es running on a ticket ta raise taxes on "the rich" (which is different in different areas of z country), prevent us from drillin fer oil (at a time when we need to), bring the troops home according to a deadline (at a time when they need ta stay and we shouldn't give away what we're doing to the enemy), have countries huddle tagether ta sing Cum By Ya to solve problems like Russin Invaiding Georgia (at a time when we need ta say freakin BS to them Commie bastards n flex a bit o'muscle of our own), has no experience, has never introduced a bill into Congress, hangs out with crazy church people (who can be considred racist), changes es mind on lots of issues, and whose wife has not respected this country until a few years ago (why the hell didn't she leave?).
-On z other hand, we gots a man who wants ta lower taxes on "the rich" (which is proven will stimulate job growth), drill fer oil (we need to), redeploy our brave troops when the timing is right, can make a decision about how to protect our interests with Russia, has at least 20 years' experience on the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, has introduced many bills into Congress, who attends a normal church, doesn't often change his mind, and whose wife is patriotic.
So lemme think who I es votin fer. Hummmm.
WHY HELL, YOU IDIOTS, ME N ME CREW ES FER McCAIN. AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO.
Tis all fer now, scallywags!
End o' lesson. Amen
The Capt. August 14 Twill b back soon, mates!Ahoy lads n lasses...
Seems yer capt. as fallen victem ta sum injuries that should ave been from an accident er sumptin, but unfertunately were from es own aging process...lol.
Me back gave out after writing me last blog, then I ad a left elbow problem. My right shoulder rotator cuff tendinitus then kicked in just ta make things more interesting. And ifn all that twernt enough, I severely injured me right knee.
So I es almost ripe fer bloggin again, but I thought I shuld come in ere n just say ahoy.
Mo later, mates.
The Capt. May 23 Salute our Veterans on Memorial Day, Aye!
Ahoy Lads n Lasses, We es finally hom from r encredible journey. I knowed I promised ya pectures, but taday I feel a need ta talk wit you n me crew about Memorial Day ere en z USA, so listen up. The best way I know how ta do this es through pectures n a prayer. So join me n me crew en a bit o'a time out, ta pray fer z souls of the fallen men n wummens who gave their lives so all of us can live free. A Memorial Day Prayer By Rev. Dick Kozelka (ret) Eternal God,
Except that you have called us to worship you
There is none of us but must come to bereavement and separation, May God Bless all of our fallen service men and women.
The Capt.
May 15 Cummin up fer airAhoy Lads n Lasses,
We av been away a mit longer than anticipitated, aye. But taday we found we ad z internet, so we es relaying a message ta all r fans that we es alive n well, n will b heading home ta San Francisca in z next few daze, aye.
We been battling rough seas n no satellite uplinks, but we es all safe n secure, n no one as got z scurvy...yet.
Here es what we been dealing wit:
Dang jib lifter es out again.
Talk with ya soon, mates
The Capt. April 22 We es away fer a bit moAhoy Lads n Lasses,
Due ta overwhelmin demand fer a communique, here she b. After we ventured inta z wilds of z dark continent, we decided ta hav a bit mo fun, so we set sail again, aye, fer anouthr adventur, which we es on now, which es why u aint herd nuttin fom us, cause this adventur don't seem ta like me satellite connection.
So, I will supply mo pectures an whitty comments upon our arrival in cevelization, which is where we is right now, cause I needed a guud cup o'coffee, so we poked r eads in, but we es leavin, and z ship waits fer no one, not ever er captain.
Mo later, scallywags!
The Capt. March 24 Pecturs O' R African TripAhoy Lads n Lasses,
I promised ya sum pectures o'r African safari enta z wilds o'z dark continent, so ere they b. We pulled outa San Francisco en January n set sail thru z Panama Canal, then down z coast o'Aftrica ta South Africa, where we ad ta tie up n trek on foot up ta z northern most section o' South Africa.
We battled many wild animals n skitos, but I av a hearty crew, n all of us managed ta arrive safe n sound at the Botswana Parks n Reserve area in general n z Okavango Delta en partecular. At z Okavango Delta, we set up a crude camp at Abu, n named et Abu Camp. Z place waz unfit fer a pirate, as u can see by z pectures below:
We ditched z limos so we could enter camp appropriately.
Abu Camp
They gaed me z Captain's suite.
This es me primatvie bath
Typical crew quarters - not az nice aboard me ship, but tolerable
Meals were primative, but we managed ta get by. Sum o'us gained weight, which I can't understand.
Me n me peg keeping me guud eye out fer wildlife.
As u can see, life waz dfficult. From Abu Camp, we set out on sum jurnies enta z deep n dark jungle ta see wildlife n ad a wee bit o'water fun wit z elephants
As u can see, wildwife waz everywhere
All these photas es copyrighted by Eyes on Africa Travel and Safaris. Ya can find them on z web at http://www.eyesonafrica.net
Ave a guud day, mates!
The Capt. March 22 Back Ta CevilizationAhoy Lads n Lasses:
Sum o ya scalywags av been enquirin as ta where we been. Harty, harr, harrrr. We es not been lost, nor ave we ad anything wrong medically speakin.
Ensted, we av been explorin Africa by foot...err, in my case by foot n me peg. An wuldn't ya know, that right en z middle o r explorin, i got a bad case o termites in me peg. What a mess.
When we emerged from z jungle z taday, we knew we ad hit cevilization cause z ferst thing we saw twas a starbucks wit wifi. So I hope this message gets to those who've been enquirin. An fer the rest of ya, thanks a lot fer noticin!
Harty harr harr.
I will send sum pectures as soon as we get settled in back aboard me ship.
Happy Easter to all Christians
The Capt. January 24 Worst Ship Disaster I Ere SawedAhoy Lads n Lasses,
Me n me crew were reminiskin yesterday about z werst shippin desasters we'd ere seen, n pret much all of us agreed et was z torpedoin of a French oil tanker called z Limberg en October 2002 off Yemen.
We happened ta b sailing behind z Limberg, laughin about how she smelled o'French cheese, when out o'no where comes a small craft that sent a torpedo enta er side. As ya might magin, z resultin splosin was horrific.
But outta no where, z Yemen Navy twas on z scene working ta put out z fire.
Then boyz werked hard n fast, n en no time et all, z fire was extengueshed and z ship saved.
We pulled along side after z situation quieted down, n saw z hole someone put en er side.
They gots some guud idears who did this, n et b z same gang o thugs we b fighting en Afganistan.
So if'n ya still gots yer head in z sand, n think thar aint no war on terrorism, thank again. Only one man lost es life en this attack, which es mounted against all American ships carryin oil to z Eunited States. Them bad guys just happened ta get this one wrong.
So wake up peoples. R elections es just ahead. We need to get this election right, er et could b z end.
Remember what r boyz es fightin fer.
Happy Sailing, mates!
The Capt.
January 09 Salamagundi Recipes n Rum Suggestions fer Ya!Ahoy Lads n Lasses,
Et es a new year, n we es feeling guud cause we will b sailing a lot this year, so me men n me decided ta share wit cha a happy new year's present. N what better present ta give ya than r Salamagundi recipe, complete wit r rum recommendation! Aye, can ya feel z love? So take out yer pencils n papers, mates, cause et es time fer ya ta writ down these special treats - strait from z JollyRoger's gallee!
Ferst, we start wit z best part of the recipee, rum (cause you will need it)! So before ya read further, go out n get sum Havana Club, 7 Añejo from Cuba. O'all z rums I av dunked, this one is like sailing on a glass sea - et es THAT smooth. It es rich in amber coloring, n et gives me visions o'sugarcane blowin in a tropical breeze layin on a blanket under blue skies en Jamaica with Mad Sal nibblin on me guud ear. Ah, but I digress.
As ya might imagine, Salamagundi es a might tastey fer landlubbers, but fer us harty lads who get up each morn luukin n smelling like pirates, et es a welcome feast. Ya can jest imagine how pirates en z old daze wuld delight on Salamagundi Day! N if'n ya can't imagine et, ya ain't ad enuff rum, so take another swallaw! I best get on wit et, so witout ferther ado, here b two Salamagundi recipes fer all r friends:
First, determine how much Salamagundi you will need. Ta do this, count yer crew from yer manifest n all yer prisoners. Subtract how many crew ya accidentially left on islands, and those ya intentionally left. Devide by 2, and ya will reach the axual number o'crew n prisoners likely ta partake (I alwayz figure I can get away wit 10 percent less due to illness).
Accordin ta "A Pirate's Code of Ediquette," as writ by Mad Sal of Mad Sal's Ale House en Port Royale, Jamaica, after decidin how many ya es ta feed, the next step es ta decide how ta set z table (if'n ya gots one) before yar banquet can begin. Sal alwayz put out milk n crackers, but z men usually prefer sumptin closer ta what culd b considered a vice - rum!
Rum aboard z JollyRoger! Thar r two Salamagundi recepies below fer ya. For either of em, you will need 1 large kettle, 20 galons o' cold water (or more if ya like yer stew runny) a sack o'salt, three sacks o'pepper, and 200 garlic cloves. Add these thangs tagether ta taste. Recipe #1: use white meat such as fish, crab, lobster, eel, chickens er pigeons, (pluck to taste), snakes, pigs, cats or whatever ya find wanderin on the beach. Add lots of wine er rum - several small casks at minimum. Add Jamacian spices, 1 barrel o'anchovies, 27 heads o'cabbage, fruit, 250 eggs (witout shells), 50 onions (peel em ferst), 3 casks o'cookin oil, and what ere else luuks good in yer gallee. Serve ta yer crew wit two pints o'rum per man.
Landin partee ashore searches fer Salamagundi additives! Recipe #2: use red meat such as big cows, small cows, camels, rats, wild dogs, bear, moose, ducks, spiders, er what ere else ya find when yer landing party scours z shore. Like above, use lots of wine, spices, fruit or cabbage, garlic, eggs, n onions. Serve wit two pints o'rum per man (note: if'n ya used rat meat, increase ta four pints per man). Combine ingredents, cept z meat, en z kettle. Bring et ta a boil, then simmer fer a few hours. Make sure all animals are dead n skinned (in that order) before addin them to the mix. Simmer for about 6 hours. Direct all who will eat this rot to drink one cask of rum prior to serving. B aware that this mix o'rum n Salamagundi makes ya want ta limbo n do other strange, yet wunderful things.
Et es delicious. We ad some just z other day. Sail on, folks. The Capt. January 01 Happy New Year, cept ta terrorists!Et es Educasion Day ere en a Pirate's Cove, which means I needs ta edumacate yee landlubbers about sumptin ta do wit piracy er z sea. Taday, yer in luck, cause I es gonna pack yer brain wit sumptin ya prolly don't know. So gather round kiddies, n let ol Jolly tell ya sumptin new!
Z ferst part o'yer educational journey starts by bein able ta prounouce where we b. Me n me crew r hold up down ere off z magic isle of Ninutao (Nee New Tao), en z island nation of Tuvalu (Too Va Lou). As you can see by z pectures, we r havin fun.
Tuvalu is an independent country en z central Pacific Ocean, about 1,000 miles er so north of Fiji, one o'me personal favs, ah, but I digress. Tuvalu consists of nine isles n a bunch o'atolls. Z global warming crowd will tell ya et will be under water by 2100, but I don't believe em. We like z locals ere. They r always nice ta us. Taint much ta do ere. Z pictures pretty much show et all!
Happy new year ere one, cept terrorists!
The Capt.
December 23 Great Barrier Island Trip, Aye!Ahoy lads n lasses,
With Christmas grog still en r veins, me n me crew got tired of being at achor en San Francisco, so I called up z twins ta see if they wanted ta head off fer adventure. They did. So we cast off on Dec. 19 fer Great Barrier Island n Christmas off of New Zeland.
Z trip across z Pacific was smooth all z way. The equaor was warm, as always, and then we sailed inta summer weather. We waz luuking forward ta some sun, 80 degrees of warmth, n umbrella drinks.
R destination was z Earthsong Lodge at Cruz Bay. Et es a spectaculur place, as u can see from r photas. They even ad rum waiting fer me n z twins in r ruum.
We rented a sloop n may way o'er ta z leeward Carolyn Isles, where we hunted cockels along er shores.
We came back to Great Barrier Isle so we culd lay in z hammocks n watch z sun set over sum o' z crew's quarters, which were nice ruums o'er z water.
All n all, et waz a great trip, n now we es off ta another location wit mo sun. We'll see ya soon!
The Capt.
December 20 As For Me n My House, We Shall Serve the Lord
Ahoy Lads n Lasses... Et es nearly Christmas. Et es late, n me crew es all sleepin in thar nets. The night watch just passed four bells. I ave been awake in me cabin for much of z night struggling wit z thought of this being Christmas, when we celebrate the birth of Christ (Christ Mass), but no where ere in San Francisco do I see the reason for the season. Et is almost like et as been tucked away into churches, which ave declining attendance, as part of some great conspiracy to get rid of et. An wit z news media focused only on other faiths, and constant images of every faith but Christian on TV, et occurs ta me that we es bein indoctrinated, n we need ta do a better job o'permotin Christmas n Jesus Christ. An z more we move through time, an as r kids grow n r expoused ta all this one-sidedness on TV n in papers, n even in r schools, et occurs ta me the time ta emphasize Christianity, n explainin what Christmas is truly about, es now. So, on this cold rainy night, I thought et wuld b guud ta start by speadin z light of Christianity ta where ere et wants ta spread. An so, I writ et down en me blog fer those that care to read et. But b aware, z enemy aint gonna like such a promotoion. So arm yerselfs spiritiually n wit muskets, cause et es time ta do battle! No matter who ya r, deep within yer heart, there must be more to life than giving and receiving gifts, going to parties, buying presents, stress, trying to find a parking place, watching that Frosty animated Christams special, worrying about Aunt Lucy or Uncle Bob getting drunk before Christmas dinner. Et never ceases ta amaze me what we inflict on ourselves. As Pogo said in a comicstrip long ago, "we ave met z enemy, n et es us." So why do we do all this at a time when we are worshiping r savior? Is et avoidance? Or ave we slid down that slippery cultural slope of Political Correctness so far that we actually believe r own press releases? I think et is like the lyric in z song "Simple Ma" says, "Ya know what's wrong with the world today, people done gone put their Bibles away. They're living by the law of the jungle, not the law of the land." We need ta rise up n wake up, people. After the earthquake in San Francisco, a newspaper article stated that the Lord's Prayer was no longer allowed in z schools - with one exception - during and earthquake! When the chips are down and humans become helpless, we look to a power higher than our own to save us. Doreen Palmer wroted sumptin and copyrighted et in 1999 that I want ta share wit chu. I think we need a summary of z reason fer z season, n she can writ et jest as guud as I can, wit better spellin, so I will let er summarize me feelings on this whole subject: The Christ of the Christian faith is "the only God" (1 Tim 1:16-17 NIV). If we believe Him to be the "God with us" the Immanuel of the New Testament (Matt 1:23) foretold in the Old Testament (Isa 7:14), we cannot possibly see Him as the god of other faiths. He was born to a virgin because His Father was not a human. Jesus lived as a man for 33 years, was crucified because He claimed to be God in the flesh (Matt 27:63-64), rose from the dead on the third day (Mark 28:6), and is alive forevermore (Rev 1:18). Jesus said that even if One were to come back from the dead, some people would still not believe (Luke 16:31). Even though some will never believe, 2,000 years later the Christian church is alive and well. Jesus said it always would be alive and well (Matt 16:18)! The reason many don't believe in the Christ of Christmas is because they don't know Him. They may have been introduced to Him, but it takes more than an introduction to know someone intimately. We must spend time on our knees (and in our Bibles) if we are to become intimate with Jesus Christ. Jesus' conception in Mary's womb was a miracle, and His conception into the heart of a consenting person is likewise a miracle. Both births are by the same Holy Spirit (Gal 4:4-6). After birth, a loving parent would never leave a small baby unattended, or else it would die. The same is true of a spiritual child, he must be given spiritual food or he too will die. The food he requires is called "the Bread of life" and "the living Water" - the Word of God and the power of His Spirit. The Apostle Paul knew the determination required if we are to grow spiritually. He wrote: "My determined purpose is that I may know Him - that I may progressively become more deeply and intimately acquainted with Him, perceiving and recognizing and understanding the wonders of His person more strongly and more clearly. And that I may in the same way come to know the power outflowing from His resurrection which it exerts over believers" (Phil 3:10-11 AMP V). Again Paul writes: "If we deliberately keep on sinning after we have received the knowledge of truth, no sacrifice for sins is left but only a fearful expectation of judgment and of raging fire that will consume the enemies of God" (Heb 10:26-27 NIV). If we call ourselves Christian, we must choose this day to be determined to pursue the truth as given in the Bible. If we don't, we are really joining the league of those who would put and "X" through His name. To which group do you choose to belong? I, like Joshua of old, will say, "As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord" (Josh 24:15). My Lord is the "Christ" of Christmas. Havin readed what Doreen writ cured me restlessness. Time fer sum sleep. Merry Christmas ta everyone, cept ta terrorists! The Capt. Member, Celtic Pirates for Christ |
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