Written By Michael Davis One question I would ask a woman who’s thinking about divorcing a man simply because they’ve “grown apart” is, “In what way is your life going to be improved by divorce? This is presumably the man who knows you better than any other person on the planet, has accepted you as you are, has raised children with you, has provided for you, has been faithful to you, and has given you a home. So what situation…
Here’s a comment that was left on my post last Friday about my tumor growing back: “I will pray for you, Lori, but I still want to ask if you’re 100 percent sure you’ll go to heaven when you die, and the reason why I say that is because I think that you are Calvinist. You keep saying that God is ‘sovereign,’ a word never found in the Bible and also every time that you hear a story about a…
Written By Ken Alexander On one of our regular two-mile walks yesterday, we ran into a neighbor who began talking about someone who had ten children from three different wives. Ken exclaimed, “Oh, I have been married for 39 years to three different women too!” The man gently patted me on the shoulder and asked, “How you doing?” Let me tell you about my three wives. My first wife was very cute and feisty and I reveled at the challenge…
Last week, I had to have a brain MRI. I have had many and I despise them. They harness your head and tell you to not move. Then they slip you into a tube and for almost an hour, it’s like someone is jack hammering around your head. It’s so loud that it’s hard to pray or sing a song in one’s head. It’s something I just have to endure. This past one, I had a wonderful tech who gave…
Yesterday, I found out that my brain tumor is growing again. It was disheartening news to say the least, but I do know that my time is in His hands (Psalm 31:15). God is good and His plan for me is good regardless of what that means for me (Romans 8:28). It’s been an almost 17 year journey with this pesky brain tumor now. It began when I was 45 years old when I had my first brain surgery. They…
The other day, I tweeted this: “She pours so much love and grace upon him that he can’t help loving her. When he’s short with her and may say something cruel to her, she may shed a few tears but she never returns his words with anger or gives the silent treatment, but forgives quickly and pours grace and love upon him.” Oh, and did this offend some women as usual. They can’t stand the idea of being silent in…
Back in the days when only men preached behind pulpits, people knew what preaching was. Now that many women preach, people are confused with what it actually means. Many have accused me of preaching since I write biblical truths for a blog and social media. Do I preach? No! I teach biblical womanhood as God has commanded that older women do. Writing for a blog and on social media is NOT preaching. If you carefully read through Acts, you will…
God didn’t give men high sex drives so they could watch porn and masturbate, commit fornication with multiple women, or delve into homosexuality and pedophilia. No, God gave men high sex drives so they would want to marry and be fruitful and multiply. Many women will bemoan the fact that there are no good men left because they have all gone astray, therefore, there isn’t anyone for them to marry. The problem stems from feminism. When women stopped being feminine…
My mom was raised before the sexual revolution. Decency and modesty were valued in America. Sexual deviancy and immorality were frowned upon. Here’s a comment that was left on my Facebook page under my post from last Friday called The Progression of Sexual Sin in Our Culture: “Not to mention such things were not openly discussed; it was improper and shameful. Women used to take an escort when attending outings and gatherings so she would not look like a loose…
When I went to a public high school in the mid 1970s, life was becoming highly sexualized since it was after the 60s sexual revolution. Most of my friends were sleeping around with their boyfriends and some were having abortions. One of my dates picked me up drunk and took me to a “party.” He led me to a bedroom. I sat on the side of the bed and told him to take me home. I wasn’t about to have…