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This is just a quick note to let all my friends know that I am in the process of re-locating to Southern Illinois from Southern Indiana (Hey, gotta stay a Southron boyee!). 

It's not a lot different. The town (Benton) is much smaller, but the people are much friendlier, and the folks I am currently staying with are being very helpful. I hope this finds you all safe, well, and happy.

More later. In the meantime,

 

Write Well!

Budroe

 

Film Director Michael Moore had a light lunch today, chewing on CNN anchor Wolf Blitzer. You may know his newest movie, "Sicko!" is currently in theatres.

The movie is a documentary which illuminates healthcare in America today. As some would most likely never suspect, Moore treats this issue from a neutral perspective. He is just as quick to point his directorial finger at Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton as he is to snarl towards President George W. Bush.

I urge you to see Moore's first CNN appearance in over three years (Pre-Farenheit 9/11). But, much more importantly, I urge you to see this important movie. No matter which side of the political aisle you favor, this movie will make you think. Reports nationwide indicate a vast propensity for movie audiences all across the nation to break out in raucous applause at the closing credits. What does that tell you?

 

And, so it goes.

Budroe

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Happy Father's Day, Y'all!

Do it up right, with Possum Golf, Snipe Huntin, and Beaver on a Stick!! Yee-Haw! :-)

Sorry to have taken such a long, deep breath, guys-n-gals.  Things are coolin' down now--at least for a bit.  The work on the first book (my part) is done. Editing's got it, and I have no idea if, when, or how I will get it back.  I'm hopin' that most (if not all) the editing goes well, because we are now officially working on a timeline. :)

 

More on that later.  Stay tuned.  Holler, and let me know you are still out there, okay?  Good job, Dylan! 

 

Budroe

Dubya, that is. 

In response to the announcement by North Korea, that they are going to test a missile, this maniac talks about shootin' it outa th' sky! 

Yeah, we don't have every beatin' heart on the planet wantin' us to die.  Is North Korea a threat?  Well, there's a couple of points to make here.

They are actively testing a nuclear weapons delivery system.  Their country is run by the only person who could even potentially be crazier than th Dub.
This could cause some folks to stop, and consider.

The most prevalent fact that has come to light so far regarding this test? Well, there are two:

First we announce to the world a five year, $91 billion SECRET program to update our missile defense system which is, by all professional accounts, highly suspect in both it's accuracy, and its ability to even operate!

Secondly, the press is making much over the question as to whether or not the rocket is fully fueled, but from the best information they are getting from the 28 satellites permanently parked directly on top of the launchpad, watching the flys crawl around on the dirt (and this is significant), they have NOT completely fueled the rocket. 

There could be two really strong possible reasons for this:

1. They don't NEED full fuel cells (its a firing test!!), or

2. They can't afford a full fuel cell configuration (an extremely likely scenario).  It's NORTH Korea, remember?

Yes, it is a potential problem for the entire planet.  Of course, the right of North Korea to even have such a program  is being highly, and quite visibly protected by both Russia AND China. 

They also happen to be an independent nation, with soveriegnty.  You know, just like we do.  Just like we did, when we tested at Bikini Atoll, and the various off-continent sites we commandeered just for such purposes.  If the Russians had threatened, or even mentioned the idea of shooting down one of our test rockets, what do you think we would have done, exactly?

This guy is worse than I thought.  I thought he was just out to destroy my country.  Now, it looks for all the world like his master plan is the complete and utter destruction of my planet! 

Oi!

Wow!

When you can't remember which email you use to access your Blog, you know two things:

1. You have too many email addresses, and

2. You don't visit your Blog often enough!

Hey, gang! I've got a new retail online store! I am testing the service, the catalogue, the items, the prices...everything. I need your help!Would you visit my retail store HERE and let me know what you think?

Who knows? If it works out well, you could be among the very first to know where to grab all that really cool "Grand Organ" stuff!

Please let me know how you feel about the site.  Thanks, in advance, for your help.

May all things good be yours!

 

Bud

Mary!"

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With just one word, history forever changed.

With just one word, all that had come before was finished.

With just one word, every prophecy, and every Prophet, was justified and made whole.

With just one word, hope is forever.

In the early hours of the first Good Sunday, a woman, in the midst of her grief and mind-numbed pain, went to the tomb of Jesus, of Nazareth. She spoke with a stranger, who she did not recognize, dazzling in brilliance. He asked her "Why do you seek the living among the dead?"

There were no soldiers guarding the tomb, as there had been only yesterday. Someone had moved the stone!! How could it be? Surely someone had stolen his body. Why?

Why would they do such a thing?

Seeing a man, Mary walks up to him. Thinking that perhaps he is a caretaker, she asks what has happened to the body. "Where have they taken him?"

Still, in her anguish, she does not see. Her heart, having had 48 hours of complete and utter despair, can surely take no more.

Can you feel for her, with her? The promise of so long ago, in Nazareth, with Elizabeth, and the Shepherds, and the Wise Men come from afar. The new star! The angels who promised him a name, "Immanuel!" (God with us)

Crucified as a savage, she saw his blood fall! She heard his words to her, even as he died. Her Son!

What grief is it that is so extreme that a mother could not see her son? Now, this! What more could she be asked to bear? The crushing sadness, followed by total despair must surely be more than a human can endure!. Now, they have stolen his body.

She will not even get to finish the task of burial! Who could, who would do such a thing? She must find his body quickly and finish the burial rite. The law requires it. Where will she go? To whom can she appeal? And, why are there no soldiers guarding this tomb? "What have you done with him? Where have they taken him?"

And, in one simple word, the most important word in all of history, her unspeakable grief and agony are given up for indescribable amazement.

The man turns to her, full on, looks into her face, and says one word: Mary!"

Is it how he looks when he says it? Is it the tone of his voice? Is it the inflection he uses? What tells a mother that the voice can only be from a Son? What is it that pierces her soul, and makes her look into his eyes?

I do not know, and I really cannot imagine. Can you?

Whatever it was, she heard. She looked, and she saw him. She knew. He told her that he was alive, but not yet ready to ascend to His Father in Heaven. He told her to go to His Disciples, and to have them gather in the one place they surely would surely never forget.

He told her of his promise fulfilled. She called him Lord! She runs back, with her companions, and finds a Disciple and tells him this amazing news:

He is Risen! He is Risen! He is Risen!

He is Risen!!

Soli Deo Gloria!

Bud

The Vigil

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The events just passed have gotten my mind numb.

For three years, and more, I have followed him. He told many of us things that we found impossible to believe, and even more impossible to deny. He wrought miracles, and we believed him to be the Son of God!

Oh, the misery. For three years, I followed him. Listening as he taught in the Temple, in the square, and even by the water. I saw him turn water into wine at the wedding feast! I saw him give sight to a blind man, and even raise Lazarus from the dead. He was my teacher, and my friend.

And, now he is dead. The Christ! He is dead. They pummeled him, and broke his body. They cursed him. Even through my tears, I saw them hang him from a tree. They scourged him, and put stripes upon his back. I could not stand in his place--the Centurions would not permit it. I walked beside hm down the Via Dalarosa just yesterday! How can it be?

My mind is in torment. What shall become of me? Of us? We are hiding now, as the Romans are searching for his followers. They have sent out an order to round us up, and kill us! And, the religious leaders are no help. This man, who came to save them has become their victim, as a lamb led to the slaughter.

I have tried to console Mary, his Mother. She is beyond grief. The others, the Disciples as they are called, are scattered throughout Jerusalem, hiding like rats in the darkness. This, the Feast of the Passover! Ha! We were not passed over in this time! Only hours, nearly a day ago, his broken dead body was taken down from that cross, even as the Earth trembled. I am told that the temple curtain was torn in half from the shocks! Thunder, and lightening, and all manner of storm. It was as if God Himself were crying!

But, I believed! Don't you understand?

I called him LORD! Master! Saviour! The Christ!

What a fool I am! I have given all my possessions to his cause.Not only that, but now there is a price on my head! Oh, to be a simple fisherman again. Rumors are rampant in the city. Some have said that Judas Iscariot was found hanging from a tree! It wasn't supposed to BE like this! Why, only two days ago, he was being hailed as Messiah!The Curator let Barabbas go! That murdering, lying thief is set free while my Lord is crucified! How shall I relieve myself of this pain in my soul?

We were supposed to bring freedom, and peace to the world. Jesus was to be our KING! And now, he is dead. We are lost. The hope of salvation is a lie. What shall become of me? And, what of his followers who. like me, are wanted for a ransom?

Can we hide forever? We have been warned not to be seen in public, and under no conditions are we to gather together, or lose our lives! Oh, we had plans! We had dreams! And, on a piece of wood, they died with him. Well, at least in death they recognized him as our King!  They even made a placard, and hung it over his head that said "King of the Jews!

What am I to do? What shall I do?

what shall I do now?  For what purpose am I to live?  How can this be? 

What shall I do?

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If you cannot bring yourself to feel this man's anguish, then you do not yet understand the cost of these events.  If you can, then perhaps you can sit and ponder just as he is doing.  Put yourself in his place, and let his turmoiled mind, and his betrayed heart become yours. 

If you can do that, then you are prepared for what I consider to be the longest day of the entire year Vigil Saturday.  You should feel his pain, and ask his questions.  You should search your heart for the meaning of this day.  The Crucifixion is hours old.  Jesus has been wrapped in a burial cloth, and laid in a borrowed grave.  Soldiers, both Roman and Jew, guard the entrance.  They have heard these strange prophesies, and they are sure to prevent theft from THIS grave. 

They have wagered over his clothes, and now they must stand guard over a grave!  And, stand they will.  To fail, or to fall asleep on guard duty automatically means death! 

No one is allowed to approach the tomb, until after sunrise tomorrow, as a matter of Jewish law.  Then, his body will be annointed with special oils, and prayers will be said.  And then, the entire ugly event will be over.  The law must be observed, after all.  We are, if nothing else, good Jews.

And, like our imaginary disciple, you too will have to figure out just what it means to have a world with no hope.  In a world without a Saviour, life takes on an entirely new meaning.  What shall he do? 

And, slowly perhaps, you will come to understand that the Roman Government did not kill Jesus.  The Sanhedrin do not have his blood on their hands.  You do.  And, I do, too.  And that should make us pause, and reflect.  For this day is the distance between death, and Eternal Life. 

But, today, there is only the death of a man from Nazareth.  A carpenter who, because of his words, was slaughtered in the most painful, humiliating way ever devised by any sick mind before or since.

I signed his Death Warrant.  So did you.  We should think about that.

What will I do without a Christ? 

What will you do?

 

Soli Deo Gloria!

 

Bud Fields

I received a note from my friend Mark Lowry early this morning. Anthony Burger, world renown Gospel pianist (most notably with the Gaither Homecoming Family) has passed away, during a performance. While performing for members of the Gaither Cruise, Anthony suffered a heart attack. He was performing "We Shall Behold Him", a piece for which he is known by all Gospel music lovers- it was a signature piece for him. Attempts to revive Anthony failed. A friend, a mentor, and a shining example of what it means to be a humble, victorious Christian come first to my mind when I remember him. Many years have given me fond memories of our friendship, and he is going to be very sadly missed. But, isn't it just like Anthony to be playing that particular piece of music, and simply finding himself playing the last section for His King in person! He didn't believe it, he lived it! And he lived it right through his last breath of life on Earth, and right into his first breath in Heaven. My condolences to the family, friends, and associates of this great man. Heaven is definitely a much more musical place today. Ya made it home for Christmas, Anthony! What a party! Sadly, Unohu