witnesses

Witnesses

At least 16 more believers were beheaded on a beach in Ethiopia this weekend and twelve shot for not converting to Islam. Earlier this week two Christians were set on fire and these are just the stories I have seen on social media. The truth is that this is just the tip of the iceberg. It breaks our hearts and we cry out in rage at it but we have no idea how many stories we don’t hear, no idea how many others lost their lives this week for following Jesus.

I was reading Hebrews this week as part of my homework for a Bible study and was moved to tears by Hebrews 11 and 12 especially because of what I had read on facebook just before about two of my brothers who were set on fire for believing.

Hebrews 11 lists off so many of our great heroes of the faith like Abraham, Ruth, Joseph, Moses, etc who did amazing things because of their faith and then it says this:

32 And what more shall I say? I do not have time to tell about Gideon, Barak, Samson and Jephthah, about David and Samuel and the prophets, 33 who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, and gained what was promised; who shut the mouths of lions, 34 quenched the fury of the flames, and escaped the edge of the sword; whose weakness was turned to strength; and who became powerful in battle and routed foreign armies. 35 Women received back their dead, raised to life again. There were others who were tortured, refusing to be released so that they might gain an even better resurrection. 36 Some faced jeers and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment. 37 They were put to death by stoning; they were sawed in two; they were killed by the sword. They went about in sheepskins and goatskins, destitute, persecuted and mistreated— 38 the world was not worthy of them. They wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and in holes in the ground.

39 These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised, 40 since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.

1 Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

We are surrounded by these witnesses, the ones like Abraham, Joseph and Joshua, but also by the 21 Coptic Christians who were murdered in February in Egypt, and by the 30 believers who were murdered this week, and by the two people who were set on fire for following our Jesus, and by all the ones whose stories we haven’t heard. They are in the stands now witnessing as we continue to run our races.

Are you a bit embarrassed by that? I am. All the stupid things that fill my thoughts instead of God, all the times when I am selfish or lazy and put off time with God or am too afraid to share Him with someone because they might be annoyed or tease me or just like me a bit less. Pathetic.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.

 

 

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This life isn’t about me. It isn’t about you. This life is about furthering the Gospel and bringing as much glory as we can to God.

They died to do that and because of that we will never forget them even if we never learn their names.

Let’s daily throw off everything that hinders and run like they did, run like Moses and Joseph and Paul and Saeed Abedini and those 50+ new martyrs. Run the race he has for us and run it as hard as we can so that in the end when we stand before God, with these faithful martyrs we can hear “well done.”

How will we be able to face them, let alone Jesus, if we just piddle along this race more worried about our careers, our houses, how we look to those around us, and our comfort than about using this short time we have been given to further His kingdom. We will stand with people like Peter and John but we will also stand with people who have wasted their time here, people who will weep for each wasted moment. We aren’t promised tomorrow but we still have today.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.

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5 more gifts for mom

As promised, here are some ideas for great homemade mother’s day gifts. There are SO many ideas out there but these ones are MY favourites.

(I am mostly thinking things that my kids can do for their grandma’s but a few of these ideas are things I could do for my mom instead of the kids doing.)

1. I am a sucker for prints, finger/hand/foot prints that is. They are so fun and there are SO many ideas. Like these

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These thumb print magnets from Kristal Norton are SO cute! Click on the picture to go to the original blog post on her blog.

These thumb print charms are adorable too. There are so many posts about these but this specific tutorial is from Cherlyl at That's What {Che} Said... (Click the picture to go to the post.)

These thumb print charms are adorable too. There are so many posts about these but this specific tutorial is from Cherlyl at That’s What {Che} Said… (Click the picture to go to the post.)

 

These are SO cute! I saw the idea on Virginia's blog Black Flip Flops. (ick the picture) for the original post.)

These are SO cute! I saw the idea on Virginia’s blog Black Flip Flops. (ick the picture) for the original post.)

These aprons are so cute. This particular one came from Little Page Turners blog. (click the picture for the post)

These aprons are so cute. This particular one came from Little Page Turners blog. (click the picture for the post)

2. Kid’s are is so sweet! Especially when they are little they draw people with legs and heads coming off the heads and no bodies. I just love it.

These are one of my favourites. SOOOO cute! (as long as the artist doesn't later while chocolatey hands on it.... my kids would do that....)  These are from Setting For Four.  (click the picture for the original post)

These are one of my favourites. SOOOO cute! (as long as the artist doesn’t later while chocolatey hands on it…. my kids would do that….)
These are from Setting For Four.
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These aren't DIY but are too cute to not add.  I found them on Emily Reviews but are made by Kidzcandesign.com. (click the picture for the post on Emily Reviews)

These aren’t DIY but are too cute to not add.
I found them on Emily Reviews but are made by Kidzcandesign.com.
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Ok this is adorable! I would maybe use it as a tablecloth instead of a duvet (at least for grandparents)  This is from Jen Thousand Words.  (click the picture for the post)

Ok this is adorable! I would maybe use it as a tablecloth instead of a duvet (at least for grandparents)
This is from Jen Thousand Words.
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These are really cute! I found them on Danielle's Place.  (click the picture for the original post)

These are really cute! I found them on Danielle’s Place.
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3. If you have a little bead lover like I do, these are really cute. In my case this would be better as a father’s day gift (my dad has a thing for colours in the sun…that and buttons, switches, flashing lights…..men…)

These are from Natalie and I found them on the home talk site.  (click the picture to go there)

These are from Natalie and I found them on the home talk site.
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4. This is more like a gift from an older kid or a gift an adult can give their mom. What a special gift to get though!

This is a journal filled with gratitude for your mom. SO  cool! I found it on ehow.com from Stephanie Morgan.  (click the picture for the post)

This is a journal filled with gratitude for your mom. SO cool!
I found it on ehow.com from Stephanie Morgan.
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I am totally planning on doing something like this and was before I found this. Instead of waiting until I finish mine though you can get your inspiration from this post. She has instructions and printable. (not sure if those printable are only for father's day or not though) (click the picture to go to the post)

I am totally planning on doing something like this and was before I found this. Instead of waiting until I finish mine though you can get your inspiration from this post. She has instructions and printable. (not sure if those printable are only for father’s day or not though)
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5. Pictures are always great and need updating often.

These are SO cute! I love the shapes and colours! also love the idea of little frames on the fridge so it doesn't get all cluttered looking like fridges can get.  These are from Sugar Bee Crafts.  (click the picture to go there)

These are SO cute! I love the shapes and colours! also love the idea of little frames on the fridge so it doesn’t get all cluttered looking like fridges can get.
These are from Sugar Bee Crafts.
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This is pretty cool. It is from Shanty 2 Chic.  (click the picture to go there)

This is pretty cool. It is from Shanty 2 Chic.
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I hope you have been inspired! I sure have! Don’t leave it till the last minute either! I do that too often. ;)

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five gift ideas for your mom

Mother’s day is coming up soon! (for me that means my cell phone “contract” is finally over and I can get rid of this stupid cell phone that keeps dying on my unless i keep it plugged in at all times…yay!) I was inspired this morning, by Lisa Jo Baker’s list of gift ideas, to make a list of what I think are great gift ideas.  Her list has some really great ideas though that I intend on using for my mother and mother-in-law – so don’t read her list mom! 

1. A super cute bag from 3Cords, maybe one this that is gorgeous, happy and practical! They are made really well, so many great styles and colours and they are made by deaf and amputee artisans in Haiti. Fair Trade of course!

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2. Something fabulous from Noonday Collection like these.

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3. Something like these from MercyHouseKenya. They give a home, medical care, and life training to pregnant girls and women who have been disowned by their families or were already living on the streets.

 

 

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4. This necklace from A21 that helps support their cause of freeing people from human trafficking.

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5. Something crocheted or knit from the Refugee Project by refugee women from Burma, Bhutan and Nepal who have been relocated to Houston because of persecution.

 

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These are my picks for bought gifts. We moms do always love handmade cards and gifts but that is for another post. :)

I love that any of these gifts makes a real difference and helps a mom (or dad) provide for her family!

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pigs over people

Are we people who value our things over people?

As I read Mark 5 last night I began to wonder what I would have done in this instance.

Let me set the stage:

I am a farmer. I have a small farm that has been passed down from generation to generation. My father taught me to work hard and rise early to care for the herds. I keep them clean and disease free which isn’t always easy with pigs – they are pretty sensitive. I am not rich but I live comfortably and work very hard for everything I have. I have a few kids and I take good care of them.

One day while I am working on barn repairs and other regular chores, my hired help come running in shouting something about all of my pigs running off the edge of a cliff into the sea. Just like that, my entire herd is gone. Sure there might be a couple of baby pigs and their mothers still in the barn that weren’t out with the others, but the majority are now gone.

When I race to the scene of the crime, I find a semi-rough looking 30 something man with 12 other travel worn men and one other man who looks familiar, I think he is the crazy-guy who is always screaming at anyone who comes too close. The man we are all scared of and avoid. The town creep. He is dressed and has combed his hair; he looks normal.

His freedom cost me my livelihood, my wealth.

What would I do? Would I be angry? It was done without my permission.  Even just for a moment would I think that it wasn’t worth it? I hope not.

Would I praise God for using my livelihood to set another free? If it truly meant me losing almost everything? If it cost me everything to save a person that I hate? The scary drug dealer? I would like to think that I would, but then I have the Holy Spirit in me and that makes a big difference. These people didn’t, they didn’t know who Jesus was all they knew was that everything they owned was gone and this man was to blame. 

Those tending the pigs ran off and reported this in the town and countryside, and the people went out to see what had happened. When they cam to Jesus, they saw the man who had been possessed by the legion of demons, sitting there, dressed and in his right mind; and thy were afraid. Those who had seen it told the people what had happened to the demon-possessed man – and told about the pigs as well. Then the people began to plead with Jesus to leave their region.  – Mark 5:14-17

It is easy to look at this passage and think, Man those jerks! Seriously, they threw Jesus out of their town! I would never have done that! They really didn’t care at all about the man who suffered for all those years? It is true, they really missed out by reacting the way they did, but I can easily miss so much of this story if I don’t stop and think about what I would do if I were them. Jesus changes everything, it isn’t always comfortable, in face he promised us that we will suffer. 

Just something to think about.

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an Easter story

A roosters crow pierced the darkness and she woke with a start. Another restless night spent tossing and turning. When she had finally fallen asleep the dreams were heartbreaking. The rooster crowed again and it all came back to her. It wasn’t a dream. He was gone. Her friend, her messiah, beaten, crucified, killed.

She slowly pushed back the blankets and the cold air hit her, it was still dark. Would it ever be light again?

They had taken down his body and put him in a tomb, but no one had really cared for him yet. Passover had been long and agonizing, full of grieving and helplessness as she and her close friends waited for the hour they could at last go to him and care for his body. It wasn’t much but after all he had done for her brother, her family – she had to do something.

She pulled together the oils and spices and slipped out in to the twilight where her friends were waiting. No on spoke on the walk to the garden, the path was winding and narrow, the only sound was their muffled steps on the damp ground.

The first rays of colour were just peaking the horizon when she saw it up ahead. The tomb was beautiful. Joseph had surprised them all by giving up his own tomb for Jesus; none of them could have paid for anything like it.

She glanced up at the beginnings of a beautiful sunrise but felt only numbness. How would they push away the stone? Why had they not thought of this before? She should have asked Peter or Thomas to come with them but in her grief it hadn’t even crossed her mind. She should go back but she couldn’t stop her feet moving forward.

Salome stopped so suddenly in front of her that she nearly walked right into her. What was wrong? Then she saw it. The stone had already been rolled away. How? She hardly had time to consider as she rushed forward and inside, and then her heart stopped. Her body heaved. She fell to the ground and began weeping more deeply than she ever had. Why? After all they had already done to him, why this? Her friends were crying too but were desperately searching the cave.

She heard her friend’s voice saying “maybe there is another cavern, maybe we have the wrong tomb.” The grave clothes were right there. This was the right tomb; his body was gone.

All the sorrow and helplessness of the past week crashed down on her. She couldn’t bear another moment; she stood to leave and began to run. She didn’t know where, just away.

Suddenly right in her path, a man. The gardener. She stumbled and tripped to keep from crashing into him.

“Woman, why are you crying?”

She could hardly see through her swollen, tear filled eyes. Her words came out in a desperate shriek. “Was it you”? “Someone took him and I don’t know where his body is. Please tell me where he is so I can care for him!” Her whole body was shaking now as she sobbed.

“Mary”

That voice. She knew that voice, the sobbing turned to laughing. “Rabboni! Teacher!” She was on her feet now hugging him, still weeping but now they were tears of joy.

“Mary. Go tell my brothers.”

Reluctantly she let go of him. She ran to the disciples as fast as her feet would carry her.

The colours in the sky were now at their most brilliant, had there ever been a more beautiful sunrise? Her tears dried in the breeze but her smile could not stop. He is not dead! He is alive! He is alive!

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the veil was torn

And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom. And the earth shook, and the rocks were split. The tombs also were opened. And many bodies of the saints who had fallen asleep were raised, and coming out of the tombs after his resurrection they went into the holy city and appeared to many. When the centurion and those who were with him, keeping watch over Jesus, saw the earthquake and what took place, they were filled with awe and said, “Truly this was the Son of God!”

Matthew 27:51-54

Those verses always give me the chills no matter how many times I read them.

I have been reading in Leviticus lately, which I must admit is not easy and downright boring sometimes, but it can also be really interesting when you read it along with the New Testament. Seeing the law, all the thousands of tiny regulations and rules. (have I ever mentioned that I can’t stand rules?) The Israelites had to constantly be aware to not make themselves unclean, to look over their day and wonder if they needed to make another sacrifice. They had to be careful not to touch someone who was unclean and keep track of the hours to know how long that uncleanness would last.

If you were a Priest you had to be even more careful and when it was time to offer a sacrifice or enter the Holy Place or the Holy of Holies it was with fear and trembling wondering if you had taken the proper steps and if God would accept you.

But then Jesus came. He was the spotless perfect lamb, the lamb that wouldn’t just cover our sins but would destroy them. And the veil was torn.

Solomon’s temple was 30 cubits high (1 Kings 6:2), but Herod had increased the height to 40 cubits, according to the writings of Josephus, a first century Jewish historian. There is uncertainty as to the exact measurement of a cubit, but it is safe to assume that this veil was somewhere near 60 feet high. Josephus also tells us that the veil was four inches thick and that horses tied to each side could not pull the veil apart. The book of Exodus teaches that this thick veil was fashioned from blue, purple and scarlet material and fine twisted linen. (read more)

The thick veil that separated us from God for about four thousand years. The veil that only could be crossed by one specific person once a year and always with fear and trembling was demolished. Now we can go directly to God without Priests or any human mediator. Jesus is our mediator. His blood washes us clean of even the worst sins.

Can you imagine the sound the veil would have made when it was torn? It definitely wouldn’t have been quiet, it would have left your ears ringing. Did it cause the earthquake that shook Jerusalem (it certainly shook the world in a non-literal sense so it would be fitting for it to have been the cause of the literal earthquake), was it like the the volcano Krakatoa that was heard all over the world?

It is pretty amazing to think about everything that changed in that moment, nothing would ever be the same. Now instead of rules and fear we can enter boldly into the presence of God knowing that when he looks at us He sees His beloved Son.

Does that give you chills too?

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the two and the 2.4 million

Twelve spies. Ten said, “We can’t. It is impossible.” Two said, “We can! We have God.” Everyone believed the Ten.

I think when we read stories like the one of Joshua and Caleb we (or at least I) tend to see ourselves as being on Joshua’s team. We tell ourselves that we would have had faith, we would never have chosen to go back to Egypt and slavery. We would have trusted God, put on our battle sandals, picked up our swords and prepared for the battle ahead conquering the land.

Would we? Why do we believe this when the evidence in our lives is so often just the opposite? We don’t trust God. We worry. We worry about our kids, about the war in the middle east. We worry about terrorists and riding in planes. We worry about thieves and bullies and not succeeding in life. We worry about health and cancer. We worry about how much we worry.

Six hundred thousand men left Egypt, that isn’t including the women or children. Assuming there was one woman for every man and that each couple had two children that is about 2,400,000 (that is probably a low estimate since there was no such thing as reliable birth control at that time.) Two and a half million people believed that it was impossible and that there was no way. Two people believed that God was big enough and would keep his word.

I heard a quote from Jen Haymaker yesterday. I had heard it before but yesterday it really stood out.  “We live out God’s kingdom to the same fullness that we believe it.” 

How much do we believe it? Do we just believe it when it is easy? When everyone is healthy? When someone we love is sick but the odds are still in our favour? What about when everything we hoped for or ever loved goes up in flames? Do we want to turn back when things get hard and scary?

Most of us do. We run from the scary and messy. We don’t want to suffer or be persecuted. The thought of moving somewhere like the middle east to share the love of Christ would never even cross our minds because the risk is just too great.  We are the 2.4 million, we admire the 2 and we fool ourselves into thinking that we would stand with them but often we just don’t. Our faith hasn’t been tried for real. We haven’t faced the things that our brothers and sisters in places like Somalia, Iran and Afghanistan face every day. They risk and often lose everything when they chose to follow Christ and yet they do with a passion we can’t even understand. They are the two. The two are those who don’t shy away from the really hard stuff, who don’t lose faith when the mountain of worry or trouble seems so big it could crush them. Who stand up no matter the cost, and most especially when the cost will be great, and lead those around them to Christ. The two are the people who follow God’s leading even when it seems beyond impossible. 

Luckily for the rest of us, the 2.4 million, there is so much grace. We don’t have to wander the wilderness anymore, His grace is new every morning for us. The disciples were doubters just like us and Jesus still chose them and used them and loved them. Being faithful doesn’t mean that we will never be afraid, that we won’t battle worry everyday; it means that we choose to give that worry over to the Lord little by little even if we just ever so slowly one by one pry open each of our clenched fingers that hold each fear. It doesn’t mean that fear will be gone for good, we might have to battle those clenched fingers again tomorrow and the next day and the next, but the faithful just keep right on battling little by little.

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finding rest

I have been having a hard time finding words to write lately, my mind has been so scattered. Weddings, travels, events, distractions all keeping my mind and soul from the real rest that it needs. I’ve had the physical rest that my body needs but have neglected the rest my spirit needs, the rest that is hard to come by in this crazy world of action and having the world at our fingertips even in the middle of night. I love action, I am a doer, a let’s start up something new person, a drop everything and have an adventure person. I like to watch or read about adventure when my body is resting. Real soul rest isn’t easy for me.

I was standing on the stage yesterday morning between songs and my mind suddenly went back to a verse God put in my mind a few years ago when our small church was going through a very dark time. Exodus 14:14. The Lord will fight; for you; you need only to be still. Wow I suck at that. I like the fight, I like the action of it, strategizing, acting, calling others to action, that is what I do. Being still is not easy. It is even harder to be still if something big is going on and you need to “fix it”.

The kind of being still we are asked to do isn’t a passive stillness. Passive stillness just lays around and lounges, it doesn’t renew your Soul. Active stillness is the kind of stillness that gives us real Soul rest. Active stillness gives us the eyes to see Him fighting for us. Active stillness comes from time with the Lord, dwelling on his words, talking with him and thinking about him. It doesn’t just happen, we have to seek it out with purpose. It requires time and quiet but it leads to the kind of change I think we all long for, real world change that I can’t force no matter how hard I “do”.

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Killing Christians | a book review

Wow.

I don’t even know what words to use to describe this book. It has challenged my thinking on so many levels and reinforced then importance of praying for the persecuted church.

Killing Christians is a modern day Foxes Book of Martyrs, it tells the story of believers who are living through intense persecution today in different countries under Muslim leadership. Each chapters shares the story of a different person in a different country.

This book is heavy but also so inspiring! I give it the highest recommendation of any book I have read this year (2014 included), and I have read some great ones. I highly recommend this book to all believers, it gives a view of life in other areas of the world that we don’t see or hear about very often and I think that is so important. Despite being comparable to Foxes Book of Martyrs (or Jesus Freak) many of the people written about do not die so don’t be scared away by the title thinking it will be depressing. There are many stories of lost loved ones and it is heavy at times but overall it is one of the most amazing books I have ever read. I think I can even say it has changed my life and inspired multiple blog posts and discussions.

It is so neat to read about the things God is doing amidst such darkness. In such uncertain times, the courage of the men and women in this book are a beautiful picture of faith and hope for Heaven.

Please consider reading this book, you are really missing out if you don’t!

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Sorcerers, magicians and plagues

I am sitting here giggling to myself as I read the story of the plaques. That might seem a bit weird, I know some of them aren’t funny at all and I am not laughing about those. What I do find amusing is the beginning of the story, with Pharaoh’s magicians.

Geniuses these guys were.

So we start off with the water changing to blood which is pretty nauseating really. But wait, Pharaoh has his own magical peeps who are gonna help out…oh wait, nope, they are just going to make even more blood…. Hmmm.

Ok, the blood was gross and no good since people didn’t have clean water to drink but that one is over now. Unsurprisingly this fickle ruler goes back on his word immediately though so God has a new plague for him. Frogs. (I must admit, I love frogs so I have always thought this was the mildest of all the plagues, although the thought of stepping on them on accident or finding dead frogs everywhere is pretty nasty.) Billions of frogs everywhere, in bed with you, in the bath with you, in the ovens, in the jars of food, in your shoes, in your underwear drawer. Croaking all night long, ribbit, ribbit. (Ok, I find this all really funny since I like frogs and am in a weird mood)

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It is ok though! Pharaoh’s guys can handle this! They have magic too!
“Come on guys fix this for me!”
“No problem, boss! We got this!”
And they do! No….wait…..they just made even more frogs. Hmmmm. This seems counter productive to me. God must have been chuckling to himself at least a little bit.

Ok, so Pharaoh realizes his sorcerers are pretty much useless so he begs Moses to pray that the frogs will go away and promises to be nicer and let them go worship. He picks the day and Moses agrees to pray. Moses cries out to God and the frogs die.

Now it gets nasty and there are dead frogs absolutely everywhere and they stink so bad and everyone has to clean them up and pile them up and…..gross, the whole of Egypt reeks of rotting frogs.

Surprise! Pharaoh changed his mind again. Bet you didn’t see that one coming.

Ok so time for another plague, this time gnats, all the dust turned into them so that is pretty horrible to think about. Normal springtime black fly population around here is bad enough without them being as numerous as the dust! Biting, swarming, flying up your nose, mouth, ears, take some time to think about everywhere you find dust after being in the desert or at the beach, now replace that mentally with gnats… Ok stop now, that is just disgusting.

Enter magicians,
“Don’t worry boss! We can do that too! Just a watch…”
They strain, they sweat, they start to freak out a bit because failing the Pharaoh was no small thing. They tried again and again.
Nope, can’t copy this one.
Honestly why they would even want to is beyond me!

Hey got a bug problem? Call Little Egypt Termite & Pest Control they can double your pest population! (Yes that is a real business I found on Google, no, I don’t think they actually have a “bring in more bugs” package.)

Ya, not sure what these guys were thinking but they failed and realized, why this guy isn’t just a magician like us, this is actually God.

It seems like, at this point, Pharaoh either quit bothering to call the magicians, maybe did something unkind to them, or they just gave up coming because it doesn’t seem like they tried replicating the other plagues. Probably a good thing, I don’t think trying to create more boils would have been smart….

“Don’t worry Pharaoh, Moses can give you painful boils? Well check out the ones we can give you!” Can’t see that ending well….

The rest of the story isn’t very funny at all, Pharaoh keeps hardening his heart, going back on his word and ends up losing his son and the first born sons of all his people. Pretty sad actually considering how differently things could have gone if he had humbled himself from the start and apologized and made am amends to the Jewish people.

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