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Romans 7

by Andrea Elizabeth

“Rom 7:4 Wherefore, my brethren, ye also are become dead to the law by the body of Christ; that ye should be married to another, even to him who is raised from the dead, that we should bring forth fruit unto God.”

Dead to the law does not mean we are free to break it. It means it is not a way out of sin. It’s like the tree of knowledge of good and evil. It reveals our sin and thus captivates us.

“Rom 7:7 What shall we say then? Is the law sin? God forbid. Nay, I had not known sin, but by the law: for I had not known lust, except the law had said, Thou shalt not covet. Rom 7:8 But sin, taking occasion by the commandment, wrought in me all manner of concupiscence. For without the law sin was dead. Rom 7:9 For I was alive without the law once: but when the commandment came, sin revived, and I died. Rom 7:10 And the commandment, which was ordained to life, I found to be unto death. Rom 7:11 For sin, taking occasion by the commandment, deceived me, and by it slew me.”

This is not saying coveting is ok once you’re dead to the law. It means that willing yourself not to covet doesn’t work. Loving Jesus more than not coveting is apparently what works.

Romans 6

by Andrea Elizabeth

I do not believe it to be a works-based theology to see the necessity of obedience as a means of yielding ourselves to God for his return gift of righteousness as in the following:

“Rom 6:16 Know ye not, that to whom ye yield yourselves servants to obey, his servants ye are to whom ye obey; whether of sin unto death, or of obedience unto righteousness? Rom 6:17 But God be thanked, that ye were the servants of sin, but ye have obeyed from the heart that form of doctrine which was delivered you.”

Works-based salvation to me is isolating the works as righteous so that doing them alone, apart from submission and obedience to God, automatically makes one prosperous.

There are properties of prosperity and happiness related to good deeds that seem to be cosmically inherent, but God is not necessarily bound to them. We ask for mercy because we violate them, and because we do not want positive side effects without Him.

Romans 5

by Andrea Elizabeth

Christ’s work justifies and atones, so what does our work do? I don’t believe it does nothing. If we obey by faith, then it can almost be like an initiation. As if God says, show me your willingness to enter my life by confessing your sins, getting dunked three times, and eating this bread and wine, etc. These don’t accomplish anything without faith and grace.


by Andrea Elizabeth

It has taken us a week to get our two Hobie Revolution 13 kayaks into the water. After youtube research, George decided on the pvc runner pipe method of hauling. We placed four pvc pipes parallel to each other longways in our flatbed trailer for the boats to fit along their bottom grooves. This required two removable 2×4’s running perpendicular to the pipes, and placed along and in the trailer rails to support the front and the back of the pipes and boats. We figured bungee chords around the boats and the supports would secure them.

Not so. Monday evening we did a trial run to our neighborhood Walmart to get supplies before heading to the lake. The boats bounced like they were on a trampoline, with one coming out of its cradle to cuddle up alongside the other one. We had brought some ratchet straps just in case and secured them a little better, but still they bounced too much. That same one dislodged again, so we just went back home. George spent the next three evenings watching more youtubes on strapping, and making another 2×4 support under the middle, and buying cam straps which aren’t too tight or too loose like ratchets and bungees are. We also learned you have to secure them in four places to keep them from going forward, back, bow up or stern up. This required the installation of 8 metal loops into the floor of the flatbed. Whew. Last night we were finally ready to try again.

It worked! The boats stayed secure for the 15 mile trek to the boat ramp at Hunter Park on Lake Granbury. George met us there after he got off work, after the girls and I hooked up the trailer and made it to the lake with our life vests, towing wheel set, paddles, peddles, and adjustable supportive seats. This trip was mainly to see if we girls could handle getting them in the water and us in the boats securely. We did! We parked in the extra long spot at the ramp, installed all the gear, including the wheels, and pulled one boat at a time to the water where we took out the wheels, put in the peddles and put the rudder in the down position where the water was deep enough for them not to rub. Then the girls got in each boat and they were off! They raced each other for about an hour till George arrived, and he and I had our turn exploring towards the mouth of the Brazos River.

The ramp was busier than I expected with jet skis and other motor boats though, which was fun for making waves, but a little scary to avoid. I found a website that lists all public ramps, so I’ll be trying them out later.

About technology. I wonder what you call person who likes sophisticated, genius engineering to maximize human efficiency so that output far exceeds input? Meaning for each easy stroke, you go really fast and travel really far, but without loud, obnoxious combustion engines, and while burning personal calories in a very motivating way. Hobies are unlike traditional paddle boats that have a square, inefficient design where work is less than result and you get tired without going very far. I’m much more motivated to get tired while the scenery changes pretty quickly.

at last

by Andrea Elizabeth

the pool is spic and span. No, it wasn’t the chlorine, shock, or algicide that did the trick. 48 hours ago I rushed to the pool store before closing time to get the desperate stuff: Alum. It’s a flocculant water clarifier that binds to the particles to make them heavy enough to sink to the bottom. After turning off the filter, broadcasting over the surface, and letting it do it’s thing for 24-48 hours, all the dead algae and stuff sank to the bottom of the pool to be vacuumed out today. Our month of varying shades of green and degrees of cloudiness has finally given way to clear blueness.

The worst thing he’s said so far.

by Andrea Elizabeth

How can Pocahontas be a derogatory name? Maybe Trump is racist. 

But saying that the only thing bad about Islamic extremism is that they use guns, like Hillary and Obama are doing after the Orlando shooting, is stupid. But Obama feels your pain and knows how  ‘grieving families just want to know why, poor things, too bad. Life is so confusing’. We know why, Sir. It’s because Islam teaches susceptible people it’s ok to murder sinners. 

In saying it’s about guns they’re saying it’s America’s fault, not Muhammad’s. Which is worse, self loathing or self congratulating? I’ll just say I don’t think hating ourselves is more humble. Humility is seeing all of reality. Accepting all the blame is easier because it  over-simplifies the situation and puts it in terms that make you believe you are in control. Self loathing is for control freaks.

British cheerfulness

by Andrea Elizabeth

Searched for and oddly found in the same quote collection as last post’s.

Quote Originally Posted by Bill Bryson

And the British are so easy to please. It is the most extraordinary thing. They actually like their pleasures small. That is why so many of their treats – tea cakes, scones, crumpets, rock cakes, rich tea biscuits, fruit Shrewsbury- are so cautiously flavorful. They are the only people in the world who think of jam and currants as thrilling constituents of a pudding or cake. Offer them something genuinely tempting – a slice of gateau or a choice of chocolates from a box – and they will nearly always hesitate and begin to worry that it’s unwarranted and excessive, as if any pleasure beyond a very modest threshold is vaguely unseemly.
“Oh, I shouldn’t really,” they say.
“Oh, go on,” you prod encouragingly
“Well, just a small one then,” they say and dartingly take a small one, and then get a look as if they have just done something terribly devilish. All this is completely alien to the American mind. To an American the whole purpose of living, the one constant confirmation of continued existence, is to cram as much sensual pleasure as possible into one’s mouth more or less continuously. Gratification, instant and lavish, is a birthright. You may well say “Oh, I shouldn’t really” if someone tells you to take a deep breath.
I used to be puzzled by the curious attitude of the British to pleasure, and that tireless, dogged optimism of theirs that allowed them to attach an upbeat turn of phrase to the direst inadequacies – “Mustn’t grumble,” “It makes a change,” “You could do worse,” “It’s not much, but it’s cheap and cheerful,” “Well, it was quitenice” – but gradually I came around to their way of thinking and my life has never been happier.” 

“How Trump Beats Hillary” 

by Andrea Elizabeth

He’s behind in the polls against her, so here’s a perceptive plan that keeps him from insulting women. I’m not sure he can. 

just saying

by Andrea Elizabeth

My new rolling pin is shaped like a toothpick, wider in the middle than at the ends. Somehow this helps the dough roll out more evenly and with less effort.

Hugh Glass’ story

by Andrea Elizabeth

 That The Revenant is based on is well recounted here. “This article was written by Nancy M. Peterson and originally appeared in the June 2000 issue of Wild West.”


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