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There’s Something About That Name


On the cross, the issue was not about the proper pronunciation of anyone’s name, yet in the way it was used it still came down to that. 

When we say God, or The Bible, or Jesus Christ, we usually mean it in one way or the other.  The neutral sense is also necessary, just as we all need names in school, or at work, or any such thing, but your spouse (or your mother who gave it to you) may intend it for effect on one or another extreme.  Even more common, simple pronouns tend to slip in, such as “You,” and “We,” and especially apply at the office, where tone may stay the same, but both high and low know.


The traditional transliteration of the generic Hebrew word for God is Elohim (el-oe-heem).

The exact-English transliteration is more like “Ally-Jim,” and certainly carries the meaning across, but still falls short on full translation.

God is Love, and the specific proper noun for alpha-English (transliteration and translation combined) should also explain a generic with no singularity-context (god/idol/demi-god).

Thus Allegiance (who), or allegiances (what).

These also present us with the quasi-hybrid, “ally-gent,” which may convey a gentle distinction.
The two neighbors astride the cross were either angry about their situation, or understanding it.

Never the twain shalt meet, since anger and understanding still remain mortal enemies, but if the goal is for your next fix, nobody on or off the ally makes any matter other than that.  Ask the wife and children if you have any doubt about it, or even the parents and siblings.  Even the perp who knew the situation, only knew that he was equally guilty, which meant he knew God as “Friendly.”

Even most of the people on the ground were calling him “unfriendly,” but there was only one that spoke up for the obvious.  “You’re no worse than me, but your kid(s) are better than either of us.”

Another way to explain it “popped” up the other day.  Any olde magnifying glass is enough to see clearly, and enough to keep from letting yourself get fooled.  One giant one for a dollar, and three normal-sized optic tools for a dollar, and those like me who know and love dollar stores might be inclined to dive-in, without even expecting any problem.  For one, they’ve saved me much more over the years than two bucks, and for another, there was no way to check them without opening the packages.  But the centers are flat (zero mag), and the outer part of every glass so distorts the page they look like they’re going into an inter-galactic warp.  And who knows who may join them.

They also say that bank tellers know the real thing, simply by “knowing the real thing.” 
(Comment suggestions for this post:  Names of God, and how to know the real thing)



Haute Butterpop or Naught Even Welcome


Call me a sound man, or even a “band-booster having fun.”  But Amen, and Amen and Amen!

Evacuate the bars!  Brew some coffee, turn up the lights, and face the music!  Bring the boss, your kids, and anyone you fear human!  Clear out your cubicle!  Get out of your box!  Cover your evenings with song!  Come HOME for the company!, and may God’s abode be the model for happy homes!  Direct the dancing as a foot of your family, and embrace every heartbeat!

Pew potatoes grow sprouts.  They’ll wrap you up like spiders, and then pluck out your very soul.  The sweet ones are all saccharin and the sour is all starch but they’re equally ready to do business.  They would like to have you for dinner!  Yet, even the worst of spuds can still be rooted out, or even become twice-baked!

Gladvertising helps people feel both welcome and invited, and that an effort has been made. 

SPAGHETTI.  You might think gentle Christians ain’t spasta wear pasta hair. 
ICE CREAM.  Nothing but hot fudge can freeze on Sundays for this loud-singer. 
CHRISTOKE.  If your family or other group ever sings to video, stay far away
NO SMOKING.  Tuxedo-chili dinner with our heavenly violin team at your table. 
FISH FRIDAY.  We know how to rock the boat.  Hey – it beats our fish sundae. 
THE LUCKY POTS.  Your starving artists.  Yes, we play for food.  Bring it on. 

THUNDERDOG.  Men’s ministry, a happy band of hounds hunting for your heart. 
TWO-FOR-ONE.  Couples ministry, band for weekend retreats and special events. 
THE TRACTORS.  Saturday-night-and-I-ain’t-got-nobody LOUD Christian outreach. 
THE GUMPSTERS.  VFW team, kicks devil in the drumstick, beats him to the tempo. 

MOTHER SUPERIOR.  Women’s ministry, worship team for maternal Bible studies. 
SUPPORTS-CAR WIDOWS.  Turbo-stationary band-wagon.  Listens to “little voices.” 
DIAPER HANGOVER DOCTORS.  Couples ministry, worship team for parental groups. 
CRAZY COLLEGIATE HAMBURGER FLIPPERS.  Kids dinner band, but irony for us all. 

LETTUCE WORSHIP.  Let-us worship with a “dance-hoppy” diet-and-exercise rabbit. 
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE.  Run, walk or wheel around to live, foot-pounding praise teams. 
THE WALKIE TALKIES.  Run, walk or wheel with scripture reading for aged/beginners. 
THE DANCING SAVIORS.  Local wedding bands, teaching for shopping/learning couples. 
THOSE DIZZY CHRISTIANS.  Run, walk or wheel around to some wild, center-stage bands. 

CHURCHIANITY.  Various hot-air balloon-heads, perched on pews behind the podium. 
THE COUNCIL OF WELDERS.  The underfunded dark-side steps out and stops the music. 
THE PREACHER TEACHERS.  Favorite Good-Samaritan kids, armed with loaves and fishes. 
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.  A ten-member cast of lawbreakers, dressed for success. 
(Star, Stricken, Nominal, CEO, Huey, Rambo, Playtoy, Fingers, Whiplash, Pine) 

HAPPYVILLE.  A more stage-friendly version of the recent Pleasantville movie. 
THE SIBLINGS.  Equalized Sister Act, with a MIXED-UP, disco-theque style choir. 
THE GOLDEN RULERS.  The third Thursday after Thurston Howell III, 1000 years. 
A CHRISTMAS CAMPFIRE.  Flintstone and Rubble, ignited from their first camp fire. 

WATTS HAPPENING.  Live-media Christian-music sat-van show goes to the action. 
THE BIBLE BANGERS.  The Christian rock and roll ham-mer, drums up your church. 
FIRE AND BRIMSTONE.  Hot-rock FM-style Christian band, gladly falls upon festivals. 
THE CHURCH MONSTERS.  Multi-church marching mega-band, admitting our mistakes.


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His Message Changes Us (Into Messengers!)



This Picture captures something that might not be clear to newbies. 

No preacher or teacher compares to the message itself.  Any reader must also become the next messenger, or it has been badly misread, and lost

Looking at yourself as the zero who becomes a hero for the whole world is not just part of the picture, it’s the cross-point of the cross.  Otherwise he’d either have done crime for the “time,” or just crawled away like the rest of us reptiles.  That vertical beam is what he did for us, and the horizontal beam is what we do for him, becoming witnesses (the Greek word is Martyrs, to our family/friends/neighbors/etc).


Pictures often do speak better than words, and adding another Gospel Tool to this blog seems worthy of the extra such screenspace.  Their name, ChristArt, refers to Christian clip-art, but if they’d asked me after finding them yesterday, their slogan would be “When thou sayest Christ Art, thou art witnessing.”  Okay, for the record, their home page has Anointed Arts and Media as their tagline, even so much so that this one wannabe pitchperson will bite his lips, and even backtrack backwards on the track to anoint some (only three) over-wordy previous posts, as well as some other empty areas!

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Locking Shoulder to Shoulder with Jesus

(note: Hebrew reads right-to-left)

Hebrew is two-simple (22 letters in eleven pairs), with each letter a phonetic diagram of its own sound, and every pair its own vocal context (e.g. a=open, b=shut).  Some letters even have a final-form (used at end-of-word) which shows its exact extent of action (e.g. the end-form of p pops-open, ruling out less-articulated, softer sounds like ph/f/v/b/etc).  Other than such clarifications, the only major distortion over the years is with vowels. 

Most footnotes in your Bible admit they stem from varied vowel points (added much later, and also no longer used, yet had long divided many words into several sounds,  meanings, and also added-in word divisions).  Footnotes for each uncertainty, where added vowel points do not agree, while fully removing (neither match nor transliterate) the original vowels is not using our own eyes and ears.

The general history of mixed-up language had to do with the Tower of Babel, serving as their early mudbrick mountain version of our modern space race (Genesis 11:1-9).

“The whole world will be in-sinerated with the fire of God’s jealous anger (Zephaniah 3:8)” but it’s not about the puny pyramids and pencil rockets.  They tried to “make a name” for themselves (Gen 11:4), instead of their creator, and would have stole our very soul.

Crooks are not known for being smart, yet since devices depend on deception, both “natural” and thus necessary proximity and bonding barriers might actually serve to help foster and develop an “individual” relationship.

Since the world as we know it has not (yet) ended, and my study of such one-language goes back at least four decades already (from age nine, where everything made much more sense), and has always been public, from decades before bumping over (and over) Brother Zep, it must be soon. 

Wherever the “strong” attack the weak, shoulder to shoulder we instantly speak (Zeph 3:9-20).



The Tower of Babel

 1 Now the whole world had one language and a common speech. 2 As people moved eastward, they found a plain in Shinar and settled there.

 3 They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”

 5 But the LORD came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. 6 The LORD said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. 7 Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”

 8 So the LORD scattered them from there over all the earth, and they stopped building the city. 9 That is why it was called Babel—because there the LORD confused the language of the whole world. From there the LORD scattered them over the face of the whole earth.

(Genesis 11:1-9, New International Version, ©2011)



 9 “Then I will purify the lips of the peoples,
   that all of them may call on the name of the LORD
   and serve him shoulder to shoulder.


 12 But I will leave within you
   the meek and humble.
The remnant of Israel
   will trust in the name of the LORD.

(Zephaniah 3:9 & 12, New International Version, ©2011)

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Your Turn: Something Good About Our God


One good Sunday school teacher, simply by asking us confidently, deeply engraved the answer. 

Yeah, like this turkey could even remember her name.  Or my answer!  Or anyone else’s answer! 

Truth be told, the dancing turkey lady probably never even tried to address her own questions. 

There was no question.  And that’s the only answer.  And that’s the only answer we ever needed. 

Yes, the same mob of otherwise-opposed Secularians and Religiosities still team up at the cross. 


No, not everyone was trashing truth, or truthing trash, and so they both graduated with honors. 

Tuition at this university is a little bit higher than the average.  But they always give you change. 

Beside some great Sunday school teachers, some online Gospel tools are listed in the blog menu.

Gospel (in Greek) means Good News (in English), and we all fall short of this, but it’s “Your Turn.”

Please share your own testimony, along with links to your favorite changed-universe ministries.


Bible Gateway, 100+ versions in 50+ languages
Blue Letter Bible, with source languages
ChristArt, Christian Clip-Art samples
Christian Spotlight, movie reviews
K-Love, contemporary Christian
Reverend Fun, color comics

Leaning on the Train(ing) Wheels


Momentum!…  Momentum!…

Okay, okay already, as evidence against me, the previous automatic post shall remain.

Not that anyone could ever have sat here all week, just looking at it, or anything like that!

Well, there was no reason whatsoever, just out of the blue yonder, that gff pointed to the “start blogging” phrase and wagged her finger while she read it aloud when passing several times today.

You would think it was my own idea to start something new out of the blue, and to stop right …there!

Seriously, painting flames upon your gas tank is MUCH more important than popping the clutch!

Whohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Nellieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, Here we Goooooooooooooooooooooh!

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(Comment suggestions for this post:  Can’t balance or steer motor/bikes and blogs until moving)

Hello world!



Welcome to This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

Not every new blogger gets a mountain view!, but the above commandment does come standard.  You must eventually toe (huff and puff) up the narrow road to be where the view starts to get better, but it might change your perspective for a lot longer than it takes to climb. 

For Christian bloggers still thinking about it, or for any bloggers who have stood upon the clouds rolling under your knees during the Son-rise, please at least hammer down some toes upon your keyboard in the comments below, and read a few more of the hypoxic skywritings. 

(Comment suggestions, in English for once: tell us your starting story, or just practice walking on your fingers).

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