Hi; this is a site full of whatever I want it to be full of. I like history, I like theology and I like politics - so expect a lot of that.
I also have a sense of humor, so get over it.
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A Word From Cathina ...
Discuss the Issues ...
Do you know what you believe? Maybe you should find out ...
Personal Stuff
Politics & The Christian Responsibility
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Before I Die ...
... there are things I want to do, places I feel I must see & things I long to touch. Some of these places are inaccesible, geographically or legally. Or both ... but you never know ...
Buddhist Ruins in Nepal & Srilanka
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If you care what I think ...
- 10/27/05 Article
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In My Life ...
Personality Type: My New Obsession
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I wasn't trying to look cool, I was covering a nasty cold sore. Don't look at my herpe ridden face!
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Graham Hancock, along with a small number of other scholars, has an awesome video with compelling evidence as to the actual location of the Ark of the Covenant. I have taken a look at many differing theories, and many rebuttals of his view - but remain very curious.
Could it be that God has seen fit to tuck this powerful symbol, that no longer has a place in the lives of His people, away in an obscure church in an obscure society in such a manner as to be almost impossible to verify? Why not?
I do understand that the Ark may have been destroyed, melted down and redistributed, and that this may have been God's holy will since the time for terrible symbols and objects was passing ... but God has also commanded a great reverence for this Ark, which was His own Glory seat.
Isn't it possible that He did not find it appropriate or pleasing to destroy it? Who are we to say?
I yearn to make the trip and stand outside the iron gates of the little chapel - maybe even talk to the residing priest, the only living man allowed to see the Ark. I long to sit in the night air and ponder the possibility of such a great marker of God's shepherdship being only yards away.
I don't need to see it, because my faith needs no affirmation. I just want to visit, experience the wonder, consider the import, meditate on the implications and pray.
Miles, roads and places don't bring us closer to God, but sometimes the trigger a spiritual leap that does.
-Cathina
There is a rumor, spread among the pygmy tribes and a few select missionaries and explorers who have made it that far, that dates over 200 years of oral memory. The people of northern Congo jungle, in the swampy area around Lake Tele (roughly the size or Arkansas and 80% unexplored!) tell stories of animals that live in the swamp - large herbivores, from the size of one to the size of many elephants. Long necked sauropods that kill hippopotamus that invade their territory, but do not eat the corpse.
Before the word "dinosaur" was even invented, before the first fossil was discovered, before we began to piece together the history of the "terrible lizards" of the past, these pygmies reported, with no great fanfare, on their beast - one that strongly resembles the Apatosaur. First to a French missionary, then to a few expeditions that managed to make it to the remote jungles in search of this most awesome enigma.
It is almost impossible to get there, travel visas to that area are closely guarded and the people that deep into the country are an unknown factor ... but oh how I long to trek the humid paths, glide the mysterious Congo river, smell the animal musk of the deep bush and breath the ancient air of unexplored earth.
I can hardly keep the smile off my face as I fantasize about climbing and ancient, moss laden tree and setting up for another day of watching, binoculars and camera at the ready for a peek of anything massive that may move in the quiet fog.
Can you imagine it?
-Cathina
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Ancient & Rural China
Brother dressed up as Santa for our Toys for Tots collection - Rachel and Jacob are enjoying it.
12/16/2005
My Father, Who Art (both) in Heaven ...
My father passed away when I was eight, and I have been forced to really rely on God - to take to heart His promise to be a father to the fatherless. I have engaged in some sad affection-seeking behavior, but not as bad as it could have been - God has seen fit to open my eyes and keep me from some of the pitfalls that Satan had laid for my feet. I just want to post the lyrics to a beautiful song that reminds me of both of my wonderful fathers, whom I look forward to meeting again some day ...
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Daddy's Hands - Holly Dunn
I remember Daddy's hands
Folded silently in prayer
And reaching out to hold me
When I had a nightmare
You could read quite a story
In the callouses and lines
Years of work and worry
Had left their mark behind
I remember Daddy's hands
How they held my Mama tight
And patted my back
For something done right
There are things I've forgotten
That I loved about the man
But I'll always remember
The love in Daddy's hands
(chorus) Daddy's hands
Were soft and kind when I was cryin'
Daddy's hands
Were hard as steel when I'd done wrong
Daddy's hands
Weren't always gentle but I'd come to understand
There was always love in Daddy's hands
I remember Daddy's hands
Working til they bled
Sacrificed unselfishly
Just to keep us all fed
If I could do things over
I'd live my life again
And never take for granted
The love in Daddy's hands
(chorus)
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