Monday, March 9, 2015

Healthy Minute- Green Papaya

A while back, my brother-in-law invited us to eat with his family at a Thai restaurant. The food was amazing! But, my favorite dish was the Green Papaya salad that they served. I just couldn't get enough of the stuff. I decided to do some research on green papaya and I found some really interesting health benefits.
The most prominent benefit is for your digestive system. Green papaya contains 2 enzymes that help your body digest the food that you have eaten. As the papaya ripens, one of these enzymes lessens and eventually disappears. When eaten, it helps with heart burn, IBS, and stomach ulcers.
Green papaya is known to help your body break down fats, proteins, and carbohydrates even when your stomach PH is alkaline or neutral. But, it doesn't stop there! It also helps your intestinal flora maintain a healthy balance while fighting off any internal parasites and cleaning and healing the intestinal walls.
Another benefit for your body is that papaya is great for your skin! It can help clear up acne, lighten age spots, protect against skin infection, and wash away dead skin cells when used topically. My favorite thing to do is take the green papaya skin and put it in a mason jar, covered with apple cider vinegar, and leave it for a month. Once you strain this, it is a wonderful toner for the skin!
Papaya contains vitamins A,B, C, and E as well as antioxidants and other minerals and amino acids, along with those digestive enzymes. It makes a very healthy addition to any meal!
You can buy them in most grocery stores as a whole fruit. Some stores sell it already chopped and frozen. It is available in powdered form which can be added to smoothies and teas (in the place of lemons). You can also buy papaya tablets which kinda taste like candy and can be eaten after meals to aid in digestion.
For more information, please watch the video below. The guy is pretty monotone and boring, but it's good information.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Soliloquy poem

Here's a beautiful earth and a wonderful sky,
And to see them, God gives us a heart and an eye;
Nor leaves us untouch'd by the pleasure they yield,
Like the fowls of the heaven, or the beasts of the field.
The soul, though encumber'd with sense and with sin,
Can range through her own mystic chambers within;
Then soar like the eagle to regions of light,
And dart wondrous thoughts on the stars of the night.
Yea, more, it is gifted with vision so keen,
As to know the unknown and to see the unseen;
To glance at eternity's numberless days,
Till dazzled, confounded, and lost in the maze.
Nor will this suffice it, oh wonderful germ,
Of infinite blessings vouchsafed to a worm!
It quickens, it rises, with boundless desires,
And heaven is the lowest to which it aspires.
Such, such is the soul, though bewilder'd and dark -
A vital, ethereal, unquenchable spark;
Thus onward and upward by nature it tends.
Then wherefore descends it? ah! whither descends?
Soon droops its light pinion, borne down by a gust,
It flutters, it flutters,-it cleaves to the dust;
Then feeds upon ashes - deceived and astray;
And fastens and clings to this perishing clay.
For robes that too proud were the lilies to wear -
For food we divide with the fowls of the air -
For joy that just sparkles, and then disappears,
We drop from heaven's gate to this valley of tears.
How tranquil and blameless the pleasures it sought,
While it rested within the calm region of thought!
How fraught with disgust, and how sullied with woe,
Is all that detains and beguiles it below!
Oh Thou, who when silent and senseless it lay,
Didst breathe into life the inanimate clay,
Now nourish and quicken the languishing fire;
And fan to a flame that shall never expire! 

-Jane Taylor

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Bikin' And Brotherhood book review

Bikin' And Brotherhood is an autobiography about part of the life of Dave Spurgeon, specifically from about 1975 to 1990. Dave was in the military before joining a motorcycle gang. This book picks up on his life  during the time that he was in the 1%er Brotherhood.
A 1%er is the one in a hundred that have given up on society. They have their own set of rules that they live by. They are basically outlaws of modern day America.
It follows his life through the adventures, mishaps, and loss of the bake-gang culture. You will follow him down the roads of America until his lifestyle lands him in prison.
But, that's not the end! You will also see how God can save and change the roughest of people. This book will encourage you that the person whom you look at and believe to be hopeless is one who God has not given up on! And, hopefully, it will embolden you to witness more to those you would before just pass up.

Friday, March 6, 2015

Fight the Good Fight of Faith (audio sermon)

There are plenty of bad fights out there. There are lots of causes that you can get involved in and fight for. But, God asks that you fight the good fight. Your time, your money, your energy should all be spent on the good fight of faith that wins lost souls to Christ. There is no greater cause than that!
We are suppose to present our bodies a living sacrifice. Paul says that it is our "reasonable" service. It's not something that is above and beyond the call of duty. It is common sense after what Christ went through for us!
We should study to show ourselves approved unto God. There are many who gave their lives to bring us the King James Bible! We should hide it's words in our heart so that we won't sin. We should learn what's in it's pages so we can be a blessing to others along the way. And we should know what it says so we can give an answer to anyone who asks us.
The good fight of faith requires sacrifice. Sacrifice comes in many forms- thanksgiving, helping others, doing right. The end doesn't justify the means to God. Are you going to do it His way or Your way? Everyone is making sacrifices for something.
 The good fight of faith requires that we abstain from the appearance of evil. Not just evil, but that which doesn't look quite right. If others could look at it and think you are doing evil, you shouldn't do it! Anything that could be used as an excuse by others to reject Christ is something you should keep from doing, because "this isn't what it looks like" isn't going to fly.
The good fight of faith requires witnessing. God wants you to tell others what He has done for you. There are people that will only listen to you. Have you told them about your Savior and the great things He's done for you? You're saved because somebody told you; pass it on!
It's not charging the gates of hell. It's living according to the Word of God day in and day out. It's doing good and right in a time where the world says "anything goes". It's removing anything from your life that would hinder you from being a light in a very dark world. It's telling others the truth.
Are you fighting the good fight of faith?

David Charles Spurgeon is one of the Lord's products from a small jail ministry. He was in the military, and then he joined the second largest motorcycle gang in the world- the Outlaws. Now, he's fighting in the Lord's army!

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Thai Green Papaya Salad recipe

2 cups shredded green papaya
1 tsp sriracha chili sauce
2 cloves minced garlic
1 1/2 TBS brown sugar
1 1/2 TBS fish sauce
3 TBS lime juice
5 cherry tomatoes, quartered
1 TBS fresh finely chopped cilantro
1 thinly sliced green onion
*you can add chopped nuts if you like

Remove the papaya seeds. Skin and shred papaya.
Mix the garlic, chili sauce, sugar, fish sauce, and lime juice.
Place all ingredients into a gallon sized ziploc bag, squeeze all the air out and seal it. Shake ingredients together.
Beat the ingredients together with a rolling pin, careful not to pop the bag open.
Add the tomatoes, cilantro, and green onions and again seal the bad and shake it to mix.
Store in the refrigerator.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Believer's Heritage- Michael Hauenstein

This is the testimony of Michael Hauenstein in his own words entitled "A message from the gates of hell".
June 17th, 1970. The day I almost went to Hell... the day my life changed forever... the day God gave me a second chance to live.
My outfit, the 3rd of the 12th, 4th Infantry Division, had been sent up a mountain in the central highlands of Viet Nam to destroy a cache of enemy weapons and explosives. Completing  our mission, we were filing back down the mountain, when suddenly we heard the point man screaming in pain. He had stepped on a punji stick, a sharpened, and poisoned, booby trap. Simultaneously, the Viet Cong ambushed us from behind. Quickly shrugging off my rucksack full of explosives, I was getting ready to fire my M-16 rifle, when I felt the fiery impact of a Russian AK-47 round enter my body about an inch below my left shoulder blade, striking my spine. This was comparable to having your arms tied to a dragster pointed north, and your legs tied to a dragster pointed south, and at a given command, both speed away in the opposite directions posthaste; and that instant, your body, stretched and torn, sends a thunderbolt of information to your brain: PAIN.
After the pain subsided a bit, leaning on my weapon with the firing continuing around me, I thought to call the medic to help me. I could not think of his name, so just like in the movies, I yelled, "Medic!" After saying that word, the most wonderful sight I can remember entered my field of vision. Amid the gunfire, out in the open, unprotected, came Paul McCombie on his hands and knees, with his little bag of medical supplies swaying back and forth under him.
I could never tell you in words what it meant for me to have that brave man risk his life, under fire, to help me. Knowing I was wounded very seriously, helpless, fearful that I would be shot again- I found comfort because this fellow soldier was beside me. Years later, that medic told me that after looking at my wound that day, he wondered if I could survive, and if I did, what kind of horrible life I would have.
Then, Paul gave me morphine. Eventually other soldiers came up to be with me. Those two things took the edge off my fears enough so I was able to give my valuables to my friend, Louis Brown. He was to send them home to my mother.
After that, my consciousness of events taking place around me faded as an awareness of God enveloped my thoughts. I knew that I was probably dying and going to Hell. I had a conversation with God, and I told Him that I knew I was going to Hell because I had never asked Jesus to be my Saviour. I told God that I did not want to do it then because since I had never asked Him to save me when I was healthy, I did not want to be a hypocrite. (In reality, even though I was in serious trouble, I was too proud to turn to God.) Before this momentous day, I never even acknowledged God; I could have not told you that God even existed. How I had this conversation with Him on that mountainside in Viet Nam is a mystery to me. Furthermore, after I had that talk with God, I never even remembered it until seven years later.
Years later, I found out from my fellow soldiers that the radioman had called for a helicopter to evacuate several of us who had been wounded in the ambush. The helicopter was able to get there quickly because it was already in the area. There were two great problems though. We were on a mountainside with no place for the chopper to land, and it was running low on fuel. Several attempts were made to lift me above their heads into the door of the helicopter as it got as close to the ground as possible with no success, because I was unconscious and was dead weight. Finally, they lowered the helicopter for one last possible time. Thankfully, this time they were successful.
After stabilizing me, I was flown to a hospital in Japan where they dealt with my spinal cord injury. I remember the day the doctor came in and apologized to me. He said because of the severe damage, he had to medically tie my shredded spinal cord completely off. There was no chance I would ever feel my legs again, or walk under my own power. I was now permanently disabled. That thought had its own horrors for me, as I was only 20 years old. Though I was heavily medicated, I became conscious of a horrible headache which no drugs could help. I was diagnosed with an infection in my spine, due to it being mangled and opened. They began doing spinal taps, not in the sacral area, but in the base of my skull. They had to do it repeatedly. They were trying to save my life, but the pain was nearly unendurable.
I felt like I was going to die, in fact, I did not even want to live in my condition. I had given up hope, when one day, my mom walked into my hospital room in Japan! When she was notified by the American Red Cross that I had been shot and was barely clinging to life, she raised a ruckus until they allowed her to come. At that point, having her to focus on, I began to want to live again.
I was transported stateside to Walter Reed Hospital, then onto to Cleveland VA where I would learn how to live my life in a wheelchair. After I was discharged, I spent the next two years of my life drowning my sorrows in pills and booze. I lost touch with my army buddies. I came back different, and my friends at home in Lima, Ohio did not know how to be around a disabled person. I made some new friends, though. "Friends" who were glad to have a guy with money around that was ready to spend it and have some fun. I began gambling seriously, got my license taken away for five years because of drunk driving, shot a man in the face over a gambling argument (self defense), and on and on. My life was spiraling out of control. Finally, I came to the realization that I had to do something constructive with my life. I decided to attend college on the G.I. bill.
There was a new small college in Dayton, Ohio, Wright State University, whose goal was to build it's campus on the cutting edge of total accessibility for students that were impaired physically. They even had tunnels that connected the dormitory to the main campus, so we would not have to go out in bad weather.
The university was so small, there was only one dormitory. It had a wing for girls and one for guys; both were connected by a huge lobby. I was sitting in that lobby at the beginning of the school year, when I saw a girl walk through, and said to myself, "If I had her, I wouldn't need anything else." After a stormy beginning, we eventually fell in love and were married in 1975.
We were married two years when Susan began searching for a life with more meaning. He sister, Pat, had received Jesus Christ as her Saviour and had written to her about it, enclosing some booklets about Biblical matters. Susan was intrigued and went to the local Christian bookstore to get more information. On the way to the cash register she saw a book entitled The Bible Believer's Commentary on the Book of Revelation by Dr. Peter S. Ruckman. She knew I had a little interest in prophecy, and thought I might enjoy reading it. The owners of the bookstore were Pastor Greg Estep and his wife, Judy. Pastor Estep was on duty that day, so Susan asked him about the Revelation commentary, and told him she wanted the best book on the subject. He told her that the one in her hand was the best.
Susan was not sure how I would receive the material. My wife tells me that before I was saved that she could not open up a Bible in front of me without a negative reaction. Although she was not a true Christian, she was surprised that I was so against anything religious. After reading a few chapters, Susan brought it in to me one day saying, "Read this book and see what is has to say." We passed that book back and forth for the next week, taking turns reading it in our spare time.As I began to read the book in earnest, this is what it showed me, as the author referred to various verses in the Bible:
"... all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God..." When I read that verse, Romans 3:23, I had to agree that indeed, I had done things that were wrong. I had sinned.
The book said that all people who die unsaved go to a place called Hell: "But I will forewarn you who ye shall fear: Fear him, which after he hath killed hath power to cast into hell; yea, I say unto you, Fear him." (Luke 12:5) When the word "hell" was mentioned, I thought back to June 17th, 1970, the day that I lay seriously wounded on the Viet Nam mountainside, on my way to hell, without hope. "It's true, " I thought, "There is a hell." I kept on reading. The book said that Jesus Christ was God, and that He died on the cross for my sins, was buried, and rose again the third day according to the Scriptures- and, if I would believe that He did die for my sins, and ask Him to save me, I would be saved from going to Hell.
This may seem strange to you, but I knew hell existed, even though I did not know for sure that there was a God. I knew that I would have gone to Hell had I died that day in Viet Nam, and nothing since I was shot had changed my course from that direction. Though I knew I deserved to, I did not want to go to Hell. In the best way I could, I told God that I was willing to believe that Jesus died on the cross for my sins, was buried, and rose again the third day according to the Scriptures. I then asked the Lord Jesus Christ to be my Saviour. "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13) I called upon His name and asked Him to save me from going to Hell. God saved me at that moment, and I have been saved ever since. I could never go to Hell because I have trusted in God's Word. He made the promise and I took Him up on it. The term for this is "faith". ("But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him. -Hebrews 11:6) I called my wife into the bedroom and told her I had prayed and asked the Lord to be my Saviour and asked her if she would like to pray as well. She had been wanting to be saved, but did not know how. That day was in late October of 1977, the day we were both wonderfully saved from Hell.
Have you ever placed your "faith" in what God has said about the salvation of your soul? Have you ever trusted in the Lord Jesus Christ to be your personal Saviour? If not, let me tell you that He loves you, and is not willing that you perish and go to Hell when you die. He wants you to trust in Him, in His Word, and in what He did for you on Calvary over 2,000 years ago.
Hell is a literal place where people go when they die, if they are not saved. As a former soldier, I know somewhat of the fears and horrors of war. I want you, my friend, to be prepared to die with the assurance that you will go to Heaven. Do not be like me on that day in June of 1970, at the gates of death adn Hell, with no hope of salvation. That is why I am telling you about Jesus. Do not delay in receiving Jesus Christ as your Saviour. He is the way to Heaven. Just ask Him, and see for yourself.
The Bible says: "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved, and thy house." (Acts 16:31) "That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." (Romans 10:9) "For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13)
If you are not sure you would go to Heaven when you die, here is a prayer you can pray: "God, I know that I am a sinner who should go to Hell for the sins that I have committed. I want to trust in what the Lord Jesus Christ did for me, dying on the cross for my sins so that I could be saved, and rising again the third day according to the Scriptures. Lord Jesus Christ, please save me.
Your Friend,
Michael L. Hauenstein, Spec 4 USA (Ret)
Dr. Hauenstein went home to be with His Saviour on January 8, 1998. His fervent desire was that everyone who reads his story will also make Jesus Christ their personal Saviour and Lord.
Please, send a note to the address below if his testimony has helped you decide to trust Jesus Christ as your Saviour, or if his testimony has strengthened your faith or given you a blessing in any other way.
Charity Baptist Church
1600 Brownleigh Road
Dayton, Ohio 45429

Monday, March 2, 2015

Funny Happenings- Hotels

My husband and I recently stayed in a hotel for the night. We arrived after 11pm and were pretty exhausted from our drive. Both of us wanted to go straight to bed.
It was pretty cold outside, but my husband can't sleep without background noise so he turned on the air conditioner fan. We climbed into the king sized bed and drifted off to lala land.
Around 5am, my husband woke up to go to to bathroom. It was a bit chilly in our room and I am always cold! Thinking of me waking up and trying to get dressed shivering, he walked over and turned the unit to heat. Then, he proceeded to the bathroom.
The unit apparently hadn't been turned to heat in at least a year, if not more. The dust on the coil started to burn giving that funny smell. Then, the smoke alarm went off!
I sat bolt upright in bed, and along with other hotel guests (I'm sure) wondered what was happening. My husband emerged from the bathroom to the sound and the look on my face. The only thing going through my head while staring at the man was "What did you eat?!?!"

Sunday, March 1, 2015

It Was Good

Genesis 1:31- And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day.
When God created the world, he said "It was good". At the end of the 6 days, everything that he created was good. A lot of people say that the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was wicked. But, God created it. He said it was good. So, where is the evil?
The fruit wasn't evil. The knowledge it contained wasn't necessarily evil. The evil was in the taking of the fruit. God had a purpose for that fruit. Maybe God wanted Adam and Eve to have that knowledge. It is possible that fruit was put there for the furtherance of their education.
God had a time for that fruit. Adam and Eve had to learn to obey. They had to grow in responsibility before they could hand the knowledge that the fruit held.
But, Adam and Eve chose their way above God's way. Eve chose her own desires above God's will. And Adam chose a woman above God's will. Both were cursed for their choice.
Sometimes, we go after thing because they're good. We don't understand that maybe it's not time for us to have this good. Maybe there's another purpose for that good. And, just like Adam and Eve, we will fall by "good" because we wanted it our way.
Matthew 6:33- But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
Our ways aren't God's ways. Our thoughts aren't God's thoughts. And our time isn't God's time.
We are to seek his way, his righteousness, first, and then all these things are added.
Any thing you put before God is a curse you place on yourself. David chose a woman; Achan chose possessions; Balaam chose a job. None of those choices ended well.
You may say "I read my Bible and pray when my choice isn't around " or "I witness when I'm not around my choice ". God is a jealous God. He wants to be first, and he's not going to be pacified with your leftovers.
The good things come after serving God and seeking his will. Many times we occupy our time with acquiring the good things- the things in themselves aren't bad, but the way we get them is!