SUNDAY BLESSINGS TO YOU. I rested most of the day and played POOL on my computer. Not a great s h o t. I did not go to church today but surfed. When I popped onto a LIVE STREAM I was just in time for the blonde headed honey telling her congregation to make a sacrificial offering. She talks up a storm about giving to the church's storehouse. Strange thing was when I went to the archive and watched this same blonde headed honey begin the same service she was taking an offering where the people come up to the front of the church and lay their pink envelope down on the stage. Service continues as she is no longer the head Pastor, but this particular day she is preaching and is so excited about it. Seldom does she veer away from talking about herself. Jesus isn't the hero here at her church. She is easily persuaded to talk about herself. Easy does it. She is seasoned at lifting herself up.
On any given service she takes a multitude of offerings while calling each one by a different name. She isn't as slick as she used to be at gathering money for her own desires. More brazen about it these days. I had read that she told people to place jewelry in the offering plate before and that some of her staff caught her going through the plate after the services looking for jewelry to take. After I watched her telling the congregation to give their boyfriend's ring I became a believer that she has no shame. She told the congregation to give their boyfriend's ring? Yes. She did.
Back to the service I was watching for the day, she talks up a storm for the service then calls for the sacrificial offering. This offering will help her take a vacation, get cosmetic surgery, buy property, jewelry, have her nails done, get a massage, get sand between her toes. People go to the front where she is talking and the meeting ends. The stage and alter area have the atmosphere of a NIGHT CLUB. Dark. Loud mood music comes over the airwaves from the former ROCK STAR husband who just can't stop believin' that he is the head worship singer that plays the keyboard and tries his best to carry a tune as a 69 year old man that resembles an elf with a turned up nose. He's on a journey to nowhere and doesn't know it.
He was mesmerized by this blonde headed seductress that supposedly met for the first time on a airplane in which she spoke a strange language to him and his money. I suspect that she knew this rock star was scheduled to fly when he did and her assistant made special arrangements to get this blonde headed honey on the same flight as his with a similar seat number so she could cast her spell on him.
Poor baby would be spellbound by this Jezebel wearing expensive high heels that was dropping her books in the aisle. Maiden in distress. Maiden in duress. Maiden in the expensive high heels that speaks another language than plain english. Her long lashes flit away stirring up his emotions that have long been suppressed about his childhood religion that has laid dormant for so long. He easily can fall head over heels in lust with her as she dresses like a street walker from a third world country dying for a dollar.
I have kept an eye on the blonde headed honey. The drama unfolds as she has announced she will see 3000 churches started and she will oversee it all. For being a protestant she is protesting God's Holy Word. She twist the scriptures to fit her desires. I have wondered how long her newest Husband will stay faithful to her as she has a habit of breaking up marriages so she has a friend in her corner of the world.
Between her millions and his the two of them could build a University. She would say that others need to partner with her ministry. She has said that God will not do anything unless you partner. She is a con-artist and very good at what she does until you catch on she is a false preacher with false teachings. No chickens needed to get prayers answered.
I just couldn't watch it anymore. I needed a breather. I needed to research what fillers are in THYROID MEDS. Time flies when you're having fun. Right. I learned about fillers used in the different thyroid meds. Where did the day go? SUNDAY SALAD from McDonald's and HOME-MADE COFFEE. Put laundry away, watered the FERN PLANT, swept the kitchen floor and fixed a VEGETABLE SUPPER.
Left overs of carrots and potatoes with celery heated in the crockpot. Knowing I needed to use the asparagus in the fridge, I washed it then laid it out on a cookie sheet. Poured olive oil on top of it, cut into a whole lemon and squeezed the fresh juice over the asparagus. Salt and peppered it. Hubby suggested sprinkling parmesan cheese and garlic powder on top of it. Bake it for about 20 minutes at 350 degrees. Turned out delicious and I'd do it again.
Found an avocado and decided to fix Guacamole. First time for me. Turned out good. So with chips in hand we had Guacamole, potatoes, carrots, celery and grilled asparagus. Water. A quiet evening at the dining room table.
Later researched some more about Irises. We did make the Saturday Kansas State University Garden Sale. We're giving it some thought as to how to arrange the Irises for the new flowerbed, This will be like painting a fresh canvas. Watching this morph into a new arrangement will be a delight.
I started downsizing my KITCHEN CABINET dishes. Have given great thought on 'HOW TO' arrange the Kitchen in a better functioning room for lil ole me the QUEEN OF THIS HOME. It's going to take some time and muscle but believe I can make this happen this sweet week.
This past week, my HUBBY had medical test and I bought a stainless steel bread box. Went to the Hospital with my Mom for a stress test. Caught up on the laundry. Went to the Iris Sale and came HOME with a bunch of new Irises for our COLLECTION. Hubby finished the left flowerbed and started figuring out where to go with the new Irises. Son and Hubby dug up a huge stump out of the flowerbed. Steak supper for a reward. Rest. Researched and planned what needs done this week.
The week is before us and I pray it goes well.
Dear Lord, please hear my prayer.
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