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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 47
Sign: Pisces

City: Ashland
State: Kentucky
Country: US
Signup Date: 12/28/2007

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June 27, 2009 - Saturday 
I have had friends questions my "MJ Memories" due to the allegations of Child Abuse he encountered in his later years. I understand these feelings perfectly. As a victim of child sexual abuse I watched that whole MJ scandal and it triggered lots of questions as well. It also uncovered a lot of pain from my own abusive past. However I also know that Michael Jackson was frozen in time at his own level of abuse. Every child that is molested does not become a molester. Because of his fame and his love for children, he was an open target for law suits. I do think he should have used better judgment, but I don't believe that made him an abuser. I also believe that those parents have to be held somewhat accountable. I would never think twice about allowing my child to sleep over with a grown man even... if he was Michael Jackson. After listening to hours and hours of testimony, the jury found him innocent of all charges. He was found "not guilty". However his reputation was marred forever.

My own children were drawn into a situation in our own neighborhood with a young man who had serious issues. On the outside he looked like a boy who just enjoyed being with children. He would play ball with them all in the neighborhood. He coached sports teams. But there were times he would just randomly call to talk to my boys as if they were his "friend". He gave them gifts such as t-shirts, tickets to ballgames, even cell phones in exchange for personal items like shoes or clothing. It naturally set off red flags in me. It wasn't until years later that there was enough evidence to turn him in. As soon as it all came together young boys came out of the woodwork. With all the evidence including federal charges for child pornography this young man is now serving a 20 year sentence with no chance of parole for good behavior. The evidence was solidly there and they found him "guilty".

In making peace with my own abuse... I have found the greatest healing has come through personal forgiveness. I have actually spoken with the man who abused me years ago and found that he had carried the burden of my abuse around with him for years. He willingly confessed his sin toward me and asked for my forgiveness. But even that didn't free me from the cloak of shame that I felt permeated my spirit. Only Jesus could do that for me! He freed me from the hurt, the hate, and brought healing. Because of His great love for me, I continue to work with victims of abuse as a counselor through various community organizations. I know that despite the pain of abuse God is still able to turn this situation into something he can use for his glory. As for your own children... I would encourage you to continue guarding and protecting him. Today's world is so much scarier because technology has opened up a whole new way for children to be exploited and abused. And frighteningly the people who abuse are often very close to home!

As for Michael Jackson... we can be inspired by his music, his lyrics, and be reminded to do what we can as individuals to reach out to others. But as my son pointed out last night after watching, My Sister's Keeper, it is scary to think that there are people out there who lead wonderfully giving lives and can still leave this world and not know Jesus. Their capacity to do "good" may greatly surpass our own... but if they never saw the need for a Savior, they leave this world lost. It is not my place to judge a man's heart. I can only seek to continue to share God's love with others through Christ. Many times we find that people of the world have the right method... they just have the wrong message. We can still learn a great deal from them because if we get the method down... and add the message... then more people can know our Savior! Have a wonderful weekend and I appreciate your response. God bless you and yours! In Christ's Love, Jenny


June 27, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  sad
Michael Jackson Tribute
By Jenny Ross

As a child my memories of Michael are clamoring to watch him on any television show he might have appeared , listening to 45s of him singing with his brothers and laughing every Saturday morning as I watched the cartoon version singing ...ABC... He was such a delight to watch and listen to! As I got older I was enamored with his performance in The Wiz and hearing him sing sweet songs about Ben... It wasn't until I was in college that I became enamored with him again as I watched him perform at the MTV awards on the floor of my Aunt Myrtle's living room working on a school project. Once again I was captivated watching him dance and listening to him sing.

Over the years I enjoyed his newer albums. And then came the day that he performed at the half time show of the Super Bowl. My son, Matt, was just a little boy. He was literally glued to the TV. After that we found videos of Michael Jackson. Matt learned every song and danced along with the music. He started wearing a little blue shirt and black pants with the sparkly socks and black loafers. When he was 4 we went to Epcot and he saw the animated Michael Jackson performance. As we were leaving the theater it had gotten dark. There was a huge fountain that was lit up and they were playing Billy Jean as we made our way to the parking lot. Before I realized it Matt had run over to the fountain and was dancing in the lights. He had every move down pat. I looked up and saw people were stopping and watching him. Before the song was over he had a crowd of people around him who all cheered when the song was over. He's been dancing ever since!

Later he and his brother did a performance of Bad that we still have on video! Kevin later learned every move as well and even won the talent show dancing to a selection of songs performed by Michael Jackson. Both of my boys were the kid that would be surrounded during a school dance. Both were known in high school for their love of Michael Jackson's music.
In years to come we continued to enjoy Michael’s music. Although people look back to his success in Thriller who could deny the depth of the songs he brought to the table. Songs that encouraged people to make changes... to work together to "heal the world" Even in the midst of the series of Free Willie he touched hearts.. and lives. He was a true humanitarian whether you were "black or white",

Some may say he was peculiar... he was bizarre... How about he was unique! His view of the world was different because his experiences in life were different. Some say he struggled with anorexia. From personal experience I can tell you that anorexia derives from a mentally distorted body image. While I was in the hospital 95% of the people who were there with me fighting to overcome this disorder had also suffered from abuse. And when you think of his plastic surgeries... have you ever thought that he was uncomfortable looking at his own image because it favored the very person who abused him? Think about the depth of his lyrics when he sings... I'm starting with the man in the mirror... I'm asking him to change his ways. Psychologically we seek to be different from our abusers... even if it brings harm to ourselves.



Can we listen to him sing his songs about his childhood... hear him shout out his anger... and not identify with his pain in anyway? At the same time... it is so easy to sit back and judge if you have never had to endure pain. Pain Bites! If this man was out preparing like a boxer to go back into the ring and working long hours... his body had to be hurting. I know myself the older I get .. the harder it is to bounce back and there are nights if I had Demerol anywhere near me I would take it in a heart beat!  I find Micheal's death to be a tragedy... but I think it is also something we can learn from. When you look around you and see people you love... hurting... struggling... rather than shake your head and say... how could he do that to himself? Why not seek to be the hand that reaches out in love? There are others out there that are hurting and struggling. I think that would be the perfect way to honor the life of this man who worked his way into our hearts for the majority of his life. Let's keep his songs alive as well as his message of hope!

Currently listening:
Michael Jackson: The Ultimate Collection
By Michael Jackson
Release date: 2004-11-16
March 31, 2009 - Tuesday 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
You know the pain that I feel.... you feel it too

You see the tears that I cry... and you know just what to do

You wipe the tears from my eyes.... and you hold me when I cry

You know the pain that I feel.... and I know you feel it too



My heart is breaking inside... you feel my loss

For You sent Your Son to die... upon a rugged cross

And You let go even though... it was hard for you to do

You know the pain that I feel.... and I know you feel it too



So when I'm feeling discouraged,

I'll carry my burdens to you.

And with patience and love,

with your power form above

You will make my heart feel brand new.



So take the shield from your heart... and let Him in

And just be true to how you feel... there is no need to pretend

Your fears today and heartaches past... oh His understanding's vast

And the peace that He will give... is a feeling that will last.



He'll take your grief and your sorrows

And carry them as His own.

And when you feel that it's time

to move on in your life

You can know your not walking alone.



There is a time to be born... a time to die

There is a time to rejoice... and there is a time to cry

And He'll provide all the time that it takes for you to heal

He knows the joy... He knows the pain... for He knows just how you feel.



Jenny M. Ross @1992





March 4, 2009 - Wednesday 


The Slice of Life we call Today...

I woke up this morning at 5 and could not go back to sleep. I finally
pulled out my Bible and I read the neatest thing in one of the side
line excerpts:



" Is is easy to slip back into worrying about tomorrow, dwelling on the
'what ifs" and the "if onlys". Each day brings a host of things we
cannot change, there will always be circumstances beyond our control.
We must also face the reality of who we are- human beings confined
within the slice of life we call today. We need to ask ourselves at
every turn in life, Am I accepting this present moment or am I
pretending by trying to escape into the past or the future? Each day
there is something to find joy in, and there is strength promised for
the troubles of that day. The psalmist wrote, "This is the day that the
Lord hath made. Let us rejoice and be glad in it!" (Psalm 118:24) We,
too, can choose to find joy and strength when we accept each day's
realities.

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February 28, 2009 - Saturday 
When I was a little girl my father would come home from work every
night exhausted and would sit in his easy chair. I would run and get
his slippers and take off his shoes for him. It was just something I
did. He didn't ask me to but it was a chance to interact with him and
it was special to me. My dad was so funny about his feet. Anybody could
come to visit us and the next thing you know he would take off his
shoes and show them his feet and say "Look at these pretty feet!" I
think half the time he just did it to embarrass me.


As he grew older they weren't exactly pretty anymore. His vision
diminished and I continued to take care of my father's feet....
trimming his toenails, slathering them with lotion... etc etc. My
sister used to laugh and say," I am glad you are taking care of his
feet because his feet are nasty!" But to me, they were beautiful. My
dad and his friend " Red" Lanthorne used to go out and faithfully visit
members of our church as well as those who had never heard the gospel
message. Even on days when he had worked an extra busy day at the
office. After my mother died he continued to visit others with his
friend, Fred Boggs, and others. Later when he moved to the Baptist
Village in Erlanger, Kentucky he would do the same thing even though he
was unable to see very well.


When I was in college I actually attended a Grace Brethren Church
for a time period and came to understand the Biblical significance of
the practice of foot washing. After my father was diagnosed with cancer
the job of taking care of his feet took on more significance to me. On
the night that he died... that was the last thing I did for him. I
clipped his nails... and rubbed lotion on his feet for him. Even though
he was not able to talk... he did make a sound that I felt showed he
was comforted by the act and his lips formed a simple smile. There was
little else I could do to help him. But it was one thing I could do to
show how much I loved him. And when I think of him today.... I will
always remember my father's beautiful feet!
How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news of peace and salvation. Isaiah 52:7


February 28, 2009 - Saturday 
http://www.youtube.com/wat..ch?v=-xFsygL3V9I



http://www.youtube.com/wat..ch?v=j4MQrCtEpHk



From Dr. Ed Dobson, senior vice president for spiritual formation:



I know that my comments in the Grand Rapids Press, USA Today and on the
Good Morning America Weekend show have created some discussion and
controversy. Unfortunately, the main focus of my journey this year was
lost - namely, to better understand the teachings of Jesus. I come away
from the experience with a deeper appreciation for the life, teachings,
sufferings, death and resurrection of Jesus. I wanted to take a few
moments to react to two of the issues that are causing the most
controversy: my vote for President-elect Obama and the issue of alcohol
use.



I have always been and will continue to be pro-life. So why in the
world did I vote the way I did? I am pro-life before birth and pro-life
after birth. I am equally concerned with the violence on our streets,
with people who are dying of HIV-AIDS, people who are suffering
genocide in various places in the world, children who are growing up
without adequate health care, etc. For me, being pro-life includes not
only the protection of the unborn but also how we treat people who are
already born. I felt that Mr. Obama was closer to the essence of Jesus'
teachings - compassion for the poor and the oppressed, being a
peacemaker, loving your enemies and other issues. I have also said,
though it never was printed, that I have little faith in politicians of
either party. The real work of reducing abortions and extending love
and compassion to the poor and oppressed should be done by those of us
who are devoted followers of Jesus.



Now, to the alcohol issue. Jesus himself was accused of being a glutton
and a drunkard. Obviously, he was neither! But he did eat food, and he
did drink wine. He did frequent parties with tax collectors and
sinners. So part of my journey was to try and emulate Jesus in this
way. I know that this is not in sync with the Cornerstone lifestyle
statement. However, I am not an employee. I do not get paid. I am a
volunteer. I was not asked to sign the statement. Had I signed the
statement, I would have followed that commitment because I have always
strived to be a person of my word.



I regret any controversy that I may have caused our community at
Cornerstone University. I love our students, personnel and the mission
of the school, and I do not want to distract from the great things that
God is doing on our campus. I look forward to sharing with you more of
the things that God has taught me during the course of the past year.



Serving alongside you at Cornerstone,

Ed Dobson

January 3, 2008 - Thursday 

Category: Friends

December 29, 2007 - Saturday 
The Girl Behind The Movie
By Jenny McCracken Ross

    Laurie Lee Bartram McCauley was a former actress who played Brenda in the original movie, Friday the 13th . Many who have been touched by her life may not even be aware that Laurie entered into Glory on Friday, May 25th, 2007, after battling Pancreatic Cancer. She left behind her dear husband and five precious children. The story of Laurie's life would be a beautiful story in and of itself but the story of her death was just as inspiring.  

    After Laurie became a Christian, she left acting and went on to attend Liberty Baptist College. During our freshman year, I had the privilege of becoming friends with her.  It's funny, at the time, I had no idea that she had been an actress in a movie or that she had a role in the soap opera, "Another World".   When someone asked me if she ever talked about her acting career, I was oblivious to it. Later when I asked her, "Why didn't you tell me?"  Laurie said very simply, "I loved the fact that you didn't know and that you just loved me for who I am."  And I did. Later she actually gave me the shirt she wore in the movie Friday the 13th but she didn't want me to watch it! For Laurie those years were a past she had left behind.  Years later I finally got her to agree to let me rent it. Watching her on screen made me smile because it was "so Laurie". Her expressions and mannerisms came through in her character. Laurie was a beautiful person. I think that would have shown through in any role that she played.
    
    At the end of our senior year, Laurie began dating my close friend from my hometown, Ashland, Kentucky.  Greg and I had been friends all through high school and into college.  Laurie and Greg never really crossed paths until our senior year.  One afternoon Greg came to my dorm and asked,  "Jen, would it bother you if I dated Laurie?"  I told him, "No…of course not."  And he laughed and said,  "Good because I already am!"   I was blessed to be a part of their wedding in 1984 right before we graduated.   Several years later they were a part of my wedding. 

    Over the years we remained close through visits, phone calls, letters, and email.  At Christmas time I would always receive a beautiful card with a picture of Laurie with her family.  Each year Laurie would enclose a note highlighting the special events of the year.  Laurie home schooled all of her children.  Laurie was one of those rare individuals that was able to accomplish this.  She poured her whole heart and soul into her children.  Laurie and Greg were very active in their local church and in the community.  She contributed her love of the arts by becoming involved in local plays, designing costumes, teaching and choreographing dances. She passed on her love of music and acting to her children.   But during this time she never glorified in her past accomplishments.  Instead she relished in the moment.  Laurie shared her gifts and abilities with those around her and most importantly her love for the Lord. 

    In February, I received the first note from Laurie sharing the news of her illness.  At first they thought it might be parasites from traveling overseas.  As the pain in her abdomen continued the doctors ran more tests.   Laurie's ultrasound revealed that there were "multiple" collections of abnormal tissue on her liver.  The largest measured 6.7 cm.  Later a biopsy revealed that it was cancerous.  Over the weeks Laurie sent out periodic emails giving more details about her illness and treatment measures that they were seeking.  And then one day, the emails stopped.  In my heart I wanted to believe that our prayers had been answered and Laurie's health was being restored.  

    One afternoon my cell phone rang while I was at school.  I answered it without even looking at the number and was surprised to hear Laurie's voice on the other end.  I was so thrilled to hear her voice.  I was just certain that she was calling to share good news with me.  However Laurie explained that her cancer had continued to spread and her doctors had told her that she would probably only live a few more weeks.  I was stunned by this news and immediately broke into tears.  Laurie in turn cried along with me.  I asked her, "Isn't there anything they can do?  Are you sure they have tried everything?"  Laurie said, "Jen, you and I are both fixers but there are some things that we just can't fix.  Sometimes we just have to accept."   I was not in the frame of mind to accept but Laurie's mind was busy planning and making use of the remainder of her time here on this earth. 

    She then told me that her oldest daughter was planning to move her wedding from November to the following Friday so that she would be able to attend.  She said she knew it was short notice… but told me that she would love for me to come.  I readily agreed to attend.  After hanging up the phone with Laurie I saw that I had a voice mail. It was a message from Greg sharing the same news and asking me to come.  There was no question in my mind, that was a wedding I would not miss.  All week I prayed that Laurie would be strong enough to attend the wedding.  Her voice sounded so tired over the phone.  I could tell how much effort it took for her just to talk to me for as long as she had. 

    The following weekend my daughter and I crossed over the Blue Ridge Mountains into Virginia.  The darkness of the night was filled with rain and fog.  I knew the wedding was supposed to be outside.  I was so fearful that it would rain on the day of the wedding. Miraculously it did not.  We arrived in time to help with some of the preparations.  The setting was outside of an old southern mansion with giant columns. All of the people in the community had pitched in to pull this wedding off and they did it in eight days. There were gorgeous flowers all around. An orchestra played in the background. The lawn was filled with white chairs and small round tables covered with pastel table clothes. The bridesmaids and the groomsmen were all in place . And Lauren, her daughter, was gorgeous. But the most beautiful moment of all was when Greg wheeled Laurie to her place of honor. At that point, everyone stood.  

    I was sitting in the front and was able to snap some pictures of my beautiful friend's entrance. Once Greg had left her in her place of honor there was a lull before the wedding procedure began. Without hesitation I slipped up beside her and kissed her sweet cheek. I told her how proud I was of her... and how much I loved her. At that point there were no tears. All I felt was triumph that my precious friend was able to do this for her daughter. As her daughter was led down the grassy lawn, she stopped when she reached her mother and mouthed the words, "I love you".   After the wedding I had the opportunity to speak with Laurie one last time. I just sat with her there for a matter of minutes and soaked up the inspiration from this godly woman and then they wheeled her away. It was the most beautiful wedding I have ever attended.

    Amazingly Laurie lived a couple more weeks afterwards. She was able to celebrate her 23rd wedding anniversary, her 49th birthday, Mother's Day, and see her son go off to the prom. And now she is gone.  It is hard to imagine that this person who was so full of life is no longer with us. But the power of her story will live on and I believe will touch the lives of others for many years to come. When googling her name I found that her obituary (which she wrote herself) was written in different languages all over the world. And all of the many Friday the 13th forums reported the account of her death along with her obituary. Who would have thought that the movie she was so embarrassed about being a part of would still be such a popular movie today? And the amazing thing is... she touched more people in her death than I will ever be able to touch in my lifetime.


Laurie Lee Bartram McCauley
          Laurie Lee Bartram McCauley left this life to enjoy eternity in Heaven on May 25, 2007.  She was born May 16, 1958, in St. Louis, Mo., to Larry and Lee Bartram, the middle child between two brothers, Larry Jr. and his wife, Lisanne, of Clinton, N.J., and Lane and his wife, Jill, of Overland Park, Ks.
          After a brief career in the entertainment field Laurie made the decision to enroll at Liberty Baptist College (now Liberty University). While attending Liberty she met the love of her life, her future husband, Gregory McCauley. They were married by the Reverend Jerry Falwell. The greatest love the two of them have shared, besides their faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, is rearing their five children, Lauren McCauley Barnes, Scott, Jordan, Francis, and Isabelle McCauley.
          Laurie particularly enjoyed 15 years of homeschooling her children, participating in the arts, attendance at a wide variety of her children's activities, tending her garden with Greg, traveling, and serving the Body of Christ through Rivermont Evangelical Presbyterian Church, and Redeemer Presbyterian Church.
          The "consummate nurturer," Laurie passionately cared for her friends, her neighbors, her dogs, and her pond. But first, her family. Laurie is survived by her husband, children, parents, mother-in-law, nieces, nephews, sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law and a legion of friends.
         






 
Currently listening:
Praise You In This Storm by Casting Crowns