Be Aware! Words can Kill!

I agree, one should be careful how one sees others. And in no way would I condone this even if they were Arabs. On the otherhand, the more I read about Islam, the more I realize there is nothing peaceful about it....so many Islamic people are hollering discrimination, but I hear no Christians hollering and rioting about discrimination which is well documented. We can not have a manger in the town square, but we must at all cost let the Islamist have their views, and customs recognized and be sensitive to at all cost. I say we better wake up, are there peaceful muslims? I am sure there are, not that we hear from them, but I believe they are few and far between. I would feel much better if the muslims here would be up in arms about the violence the other muslims wrought on people, but you hear nothing. If you say nothing, one must assume you agree, what else is one to think? So I say we best wake up, muslims do indeed want to take over the world it is in the koran.....convert to islam or die, or be a slave......I see nothing else as their option for us.

waking up and afraid for my wonderful United States of America

Mel

Just because we do hear does not mean it doesn't happen. But if they are not speaking, perhaps they are under the power of fear. I work with a muslim. We have a fair and respectful working relationship. I will attempt to broach the subject with him.

While I completely agree with your article in that people should "never" do what they did to that restaurant owner irregardless of their race, color, etc.
I will depart on Islam being a faith that is compatible with Christianity. If you read the Koran and I know you are reading on the Shari'a law I had to take down, I think you will find there are vast differences in how Islam looks upon its' citizens.

Being a woman, I particularly am not in favor of how Muslims view their women. Under shari'a women have few rights and are subject to inhumane punishment for sins that the men would not be held to. That is disturbing.

As far as "moderate" Muslims go it is my belief, just a personal one, not based upon any fact, but I believe there is a great deal of fear among the Muslims who do not agree with their radicals brothers.

As we all have seen it doesn't seem to matter who these radicals kill whether it be infidels or other muslims.

I do wish however, that there would be some Muslims willing to stand up and face the fear.
If more would do so it may be a means to back their radical people down.

But, I don't have any hopes of that in the near future.

I never put it together about the no 1 special thing until I read your other article.
semper fi

Howdy:-)Just thought I would drop by and checkout your site.
I agree that violence of the type that you wrote about is unacceptable for it is nothing but hateful people showing just how hateful they can be. All through history humans have resorted to this type of violence and usually the events have accomplished nothing for it was not done for freedom, or to right wrongs, but strictly because they are acting like animals with hydrophobia for a animal that is not sick will not react so.
Now, I might be wrong, but I don't think I am..
May God the Father of our Lord, Savior, and Great High Priest bless you and yours in all that you do in Jesus name, Amen!

Always believe in MIRACLES!! Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at Mayfair Mall in Wisconsin.
The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.
"Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend? Your sister?"
"Yes, Santa," he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.
Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
"She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!"
the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.
Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.
"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.
"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but .." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young
visitors. "The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes.
"Is there any way, Santa . any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."
Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of
that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "this is the least I can do."
When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location
manager how to get to Children's Hospital.
"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face. Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day. "C'mon.... I'll take you there," Rick said softly.
Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa. They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said he would wait out in the hall.
Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah on the bed. The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the
girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with weary, sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family,
and their love and concern for Sarah. Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, ho, ho!"
"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah weakly, as she tried to escape her bed to run to him, IVtubes in tact. Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug. A child the tender age of his own son
-- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement.
Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of huge, blue eyes. His heart
melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps
and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.
As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "thank you" as they gazed sincerely at
him with shining eyes.
Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a
very good girl that year. As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and
the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands.
Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.
"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.
"Well, I'm going to ask that angels watch over you, "he said.
Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that God touch little Sarah, and heal her body
from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night....
all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all. When the song ended, Santa sat on the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own.
"Now, Sarah, "he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at Mayfair Mall this time next year!" He knew it was risky proclaiming that, to this little girl who had terminal
cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys-- but the gift of HOPE.
"Yes, Santa! "Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.
He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room. Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed. Sarah's mother and
grandmother slipped out of the room quicklyand rushed to Santa's side to thank him.
"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly.
"This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.
One year later, Santa Mark was again back on the set in Milwaukee for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.
"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"
"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her.
After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.
"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"
Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed.
He scarcely recognized her,for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy-- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.
That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus. He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope.
This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father.
'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!
If you believe in miracles you will pass this on...I do and I did!
Maureen M. Hayes
Sr. Consultant
Golden Services Group
P.O. 28689
St. Louis, MO 63146-1189
http://www.ogr.org
mhayes@ogr.org

I was given these verses for the Body of Christ!
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Ezek 14:12 The word of the LORD came again to me, saying:
Ezek 14:13 "Son of man, when a land sins against Me by persistent unfaithfulness, I will stretch out My hand against it; I will cut off its supply of bread, send famine on it, and cut off man and beast from it.
Ezek 14:14 "Even if these three men, Noah, Daniel, and Job, were in it, they would deliver only themselves by their righteousness," says the Lord GOD.
Ezek 14:15 "If I cause wild beasts to pass through the land, and they empty it, and make it so desolate that no man may pass through because of the beasts,
Ezek 14:16 "even though these three men were in it, as I live," says the Lord GOD, "they would deliver neither sons nor daughters; only they would be delivered, and the land would be desolate.
Ezek 14:17 "Or if I bring a sword on that land, and say, 'Sword, go through the land,' and I cut off man and beast from it,
Ezek 14:18 "even though these three men were in it, as I live," says the Lord GOD, "they would deliver neither sons nor daughters, but only they themselves would be delivered.
Ezek 14:19 "Or if I send a pestilence into that land and pour out My fury on it in blood, and cut off from it man and beast,
Ezek 14:20 "even though Noah, Daniel, and Job were in it, as I live," says the Lord GOD, "they would deliver neither son nor daughter; they would deliver only themselves by their righteousness."
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When you have done all you know to do,Stand!!

It never ended. That such incidents don't make the news puts in on par with low-grade fever. Sub-clinical is still sickness.

The sort of person who does such things are not predisposed to fact checking. Every culture has morons. Inescapable. The health of the culture is measured by what it does with its morons. We put them in jail. Some other that we might think of pays their families martyr-benefits.

"...well-meaning conservatives ranting about how incompatible Islam is with Judeo-Christian society! Shame on us!"

No, not shame on us. "Islam" is an equivocal term. Moderate Islam? Well, yes, it's compatible, I suppose. If moderate Islam is anything other than a theory. Because you learn a philosophy's true nature only when it has power. It's easy to be humble and reasonable when you're weak. You get the point.

"Fear mongering is not the answer." Again, what reasonable person would disagree? But such characterizations might sometimes be matters of opinion. And, frankly, sometimes fearmongering IS the answer. If the threat is grave, and the response is mild, somebody needs to get people afraid. An obvious point, but aren't they all.

"Let us THINK before we speak ... or type." Well, yes ... but let's think while we read, as well.

I've left a response to your Prager comment re my presumed insincerity. Sorry for the delay -- I've got a lot on my plate ... to much to let me do much proofreading.

http://www.townhall.com/columnists/DennisPrager/2006/12/05/a_response_to_my_many_critics_-_and_a_solution&Comments=true

Best,

J
http://forgottenprophets.blogspot.com/

Jack, I can totally relate to the full plate comment. AchmedSlayer, AKA as DaiDai, thanks for stopping by and that great Santa story. I certainly hope that Ezekiel passage isn't the key to deciphering your other Word you have posted on your blog, but I suspect it may be ... may we all be righteous enough to pass through such a time if it be so ordained for America. Peppermint, to my own shame, I have not yet read that Sharai law page you sent me. I do fully intend to do that, but getting to it when I have so many things demanding my attention all crying, 'prioritize me!' ... well, I'm sure you understand. Back to Jack; I'm glad you took the time to reply and to re-read your post in order to attempt to explain. Your explination does help, but I must protest to the premise you are proposing that we are forcing the Bible on anyone by asking that tradition be honored. If someone were insisting that it be a law to swear in on the Bible, or that if someone isn't a Christian that they should not even serve as a lawmaker, but neither of these is the case.