The Story of the Crucifixion


As they led Jesus away, a man named Simon, who was from Cyrene, happened to be coming in from the countryside. The soldiers seized him and put the cross on him and made him carry it behind Jesus. A large crowd trailed behind, including many grief-stricken women. But Jesus turned and said to them, “Daughters of Jerusalem, don’t weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For the days are coming when they will say, ‘Fortunate indeed are the women who are childless, the wombs that have not borne a child and the breasts that have never nursed.’ People will beg the mountains, ‘Fall on us,’ and plead with the hills, ‘Bury us.’ For if these things are done when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry? ” Two others, both criminals, were led out to be executed with him. When they came to a place called The Skull, they nailed him to the cross. And the criminals were also crucified—one on his right and one on his left. Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.” And the soldiers gambled for his clothes by throwing dice. The crowd watched and the leaders scoffed. “He saved others,” they said, “let him save himself if he is really God’s Messiah, the Chosen One.” The soldiers mocked him, too, by offering him a drink of sour wine. They called out to him, “If you are the King of the Jews, save yourself!” A sign was fastened above him with these words: “This is the King of the Jews.” One of the criminals hanging beside him scoffed, “So you’re the Messiah, are you? Prove it by saving yourself—and us, too, while you’re at it!” But the other criminal protested, “Don’t you fear God even when you have been sentenced to die? We deserve to die for our crimes, but this man hasn’t done anything wrong.” Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your Kingdom.” And Jesus replied, “I assure you, today you will be with me in paradise.” By this time it was about noon, and darkness fell across the whole land until three o’clock. The light from the sun was gone. And suddenly, the curtain in the sanctuary of the Temple was torn down the middle. Then Jesus shouted, “Father, I entrust my spirit into your hands!” And with those words he breathed his last. When the Roman officer overseeing the execution saw what had happened, he worshiped God and said, “Surely this man was innocent. ” And when all the crowd that came to see the crucifixion saw what had happened, they went home in deep sorrow. But Jesus’ friends, including the women who had followed him from Galilee, stood at a distance watching. Now there was a good and righteous man named Joseph. He was a member of the Jewish high council, but he had not agreed with the decision and actions of the other religious leaders. He was from the town of Arimathea in Judea, and he was waiting for the Kingdom of God to come. He went to Pilate and asked for Jesus’ body. Then he took the body down from the cross and wrapped it in a long sheet of linen cloth and laid it in a new tomb that had been carved out of rock. This was done late on Friday afternoon, the day of preparation, as the Sabbath was about to begin. As his body was taken away, the women from Galilee followed and saw the tomb where his body was placed. Then they went home and prepared spices and ointments to anoint his body. But by the time they were finished the Sabbath had begun, so they rested as required by the law.
Luke 23:26‭-‬56 NLT
https://bible.com/bible/116/luk.23.26-56.NLT

BY GRACE…


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(Zentangle(R)-inspired art by yours truly!)

19 years ago, I gave my very own heart to Jesus Christ; In the spring of 2000, Christ came into my heart at just the right time: I had been living with my mother and stepfather at the time while had been living in Philadelphia (I now live in Dover, Delaware in the Felton area). I had been forced by my parents to go out on the street and panhandle for them, and I think that I do know the real reason why: My stepfather had been a heroin addict while my mother had been an alcoholic, vices that would soon contribute to their deaths, the former in 2011 and the latter a few years earlier, in 2004.
As the calendar changed from the 20th to 21st century in 2000, by that time I became very scared and becoming desperate in need of something that would help me pull through all the trials of life. That year, I had discovered a book called Power For Living, and this book explains how people have been saved while having a personal relationship with God through the blood of Jesus Christ; I read that book and began to feel that, well, if Jesus could save those people, then maybe He could surely save me. So I began to pray and ask the Lord God to forgive me of all my sins…
19 years later, I am still blessed for the fact that Jesus has saved me through the precious blood that He has shed on the cross. But recently, there are those in my family, especially my uncle and aunt, who have ultimately closed their ears, because, in my own heart, they really do not want to hear any of the Gospel of Jesus and instead want to go about their own lives in their own way. I really do not want for them to miss out on the most wonderfully blessed fact that, because He loves us and in order for Him to save each and every one of us all, God sent His only Son to pay the ultimate price of His life on the cross, so that all of us could be saved and have the most extravagant gift of all: Life eternal. 

Of course, there are times when Satan has tempted me to give up on my Christian faith as well as praying for my family; He somehow whispered in my mind that my family shall not ever change and that I should just give up. But God does not want me to; He whispers to me that no matter what, just keep on praying…Just be patient, and it shall happen. I am hoping for that day in which my family shall finally change and then repent of their sins shall come someday, if not very, very soon.
I am so very grateful that the Lord God has been at my side throughout good and bad times; In the next year, I shall be celebrating 20 years since I have given my heart to the One who paid the price on the cross for me, Christ Jesus. And He shall be with me always, “…even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20, NLT) 

Make Spring Break Reading Fun…


(Zentangle ®-inspired frame art by yours truly!)

For some of you people, as you are reading this, you are all in the midst of what somebody calls spring break, but here in my state called Delaware, we are getting ready to have our spring break next week…

With that said, I very much know that for us, it means there is going to be a lot of time on our hands, but wouldn’t it be ever-so-grand to spend all of that time reading? After all, if one should spend this extravagant time reading books of any topic imaginable, then they should have enough smarts to go back to school and begin learning again for the third and final semester of the year…

Well, my friends, I have got the most perfect book for you: It is an eBook in which I have written and published last year, and it is called The Sea Centaur; This story is both inspired by and adapted by Hans Christian Andersen’s time-honored fairy tale, The Little Mermaid, but this time, the main character is not really a mermaid, but a half-human, half-seahorse creature called a sea centaur!

She is a princess who lives in an undersea kingdom with her father and sisters; In the story, the sea centaur would be willing to give up something precious to her so that she could be with a man that she had just begun to love after rescuing him from a fierce storm.

There is quite a whole lot more to the story, and the best way to find out more is by reading The Sea Centaur, written by yours truly and features cartoon illustrations in which I have drawn ten years ago; It is available now at the Amazon Kindle Store, and you can purchase it by going to this link right here!

Erasing a Painful Memory…


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(Digital artwork by yours truly…)

     If there were memories that I really want to get rid of, and I wish that I would like to, they are these: I wish that my mother was not an alcoholic and that my stepfather would not ever be a heroin addict. You see, they have been so very addicted to these vices for all of those years, and even though they have tried to quit, they had fallen back to the same old darkness; Just before she died, my mother had been off the booze, but had still been addicted to a drug called Ativan, or something like that. Unfortunately, she passed away in October 2004, and nearly 15 years later, I still wished that I could change my mother, but there was absolutely nothing that I could do. Still, I press on…
My stepfather had tried his best to deal with his wife’s and my mother’s death as much as he ever could, but he would think that the only way to ease the pain would be nothing but whiskey; He bought and downed each and every bottle of that whiskey until that night on December of 2011 that dad was experiencing pains in his stomach…

     That night, a couple of days before the New Year of 2012, dad had been rushed to the hospital; All throughout the night, I had waited for word about my dad while I had prayed for a somehow speedy recovery…
The very next morning was also the day that would change my very life forever…I got a call to the hospital saying that I should come right away. So, I went to the hospital, saying to myself, “Hang on, dad, I’m on my way…” I made it to the hospital, and I asked the receptionist what room my dad was in, and she said the I.C.U. (Intensive Care Unit), or I think something like that, I dunno…
I saw my dad on the hospital bed, and I just could not believe that this was happening-This was a dad who, even though he has many flaws in his life, was somehow like a real father to me, a father that I never had. I looked at my dad in that hospital bed, and I just cried. I even cried when the doctors sense something wrong with my father’s heart, and one of the nurses took me into a room where I could cry my heart out…

     I sat in that room crying as well as praying that dad would pull through this somehow; Then one doctor told me that my dad was very, very sick and that he would not ever make it through the night. I was ordered that I have to say goodbye to my father, and so I did. And afterward, I went with my brother to his house…
Of course, I am thinking that most of you readers know what happened next, do you? Well, it is very well true. I have lost my very own stepfather that day of December 29th, 2011, and that day is somehow stamped in my painful memories that had been etched in my mind for so very long, and believe me, if there was one memory that I would surely love to erase, it happens to be this one. I wish I could, but I just could never take away that memory, but I still have thoughts every now and then about what I could have done to stop my dad from downing too much whiskey that resulted in his death. But I do not think that there is no magic power or time machine that would make me go back in time and to correct the wrong that has been committed…
However, not very long ago, a therapist whom I visited once told me that I cannot be responsible for another person’s mistake and that the mistake was entirely his own. And I somehow understood that, even though I would still wish at times that I would find some way to correct that mistake, but there is nothing that I could do; No choice but to move forward.

I also wish that I could correct something else: I wished that I could have found a way to stop my first cousin from suddenly becoming a single father by impregnating who is now his former girlfriend; I had a thought at times that I would somehow find a way to go back in time and to undo my first cousin’s mistake, and then everything would be just fine, and that my cousin would continue to pursue his plans for his future, including finding a job, in which he has now, first as a dairy associate, but was then let go, and then is now a janitor at a school in Dover, Delaware, in which I now live.
No matter how hard you try, you just cannot erase bad memories; they are still stuck in your mind, perhaps for all time. But there happens to be a way to ignore the bad memories and to just try and concentrate on the good ones: Concentrate on your job, do something good for others who are suffering, and most importantly, just try and keep your chin up. No matter what.

 

What Six and a Half Years of Blogging Have Taught Me…


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(This image has been given a painted makeover by yours truly!)

     As I am about to make my plans to prepare to leave WordPress and blogging in June after 6 ½ years while preparing for what my next chapter shall be, I began to look back and remember all of the fun that I have had in bringing the most wonderful stuff to you all of those years; At the same time, I began thinking about what those six-and-a-half years of blogging have taught me…
Well, first and foremost of all, blogging has taught me how to focus, as well as how to become a better writer again; I have been writing before in my younger years, but somehow that trickled off, but thanks to the discovery that I can blog just as well as anyone, as well as write, I just could not seem to get my fingers off that gosh darn keyboard! Blogging has also taught me to share the very best that I ever could in terms of writing with those who are very interested to see them on social media sites such as Facebook and Twitter; Long after my days of blogging are through come June, I would still be sharing stuff on social media, but somewhere in another place…
All throughout those six years and a half, blogging has taught me how to type my fingers on a keyboard, so that the letters would appear each and every time I press those buttons with those letters on them! I would type like there is no tomorrow, but there are other important things that I must take care of, such as my job as food service cleaner, but I could type another time if there happens to be time…

      Blogging on a WordPress-hosted blog such as my own has taught me to unleash my inner muse, to make your audience so very excited for the things that I have written and published as well as what else they can expect from yours truly; I know that somewhere, my audience is going to be sad to see me go after all I had provided them for all those 6 ½ years, but I am hoping that somewhere, they would wish me luck in the coming future while I myself know that I have done as much as I ever could in making everyone happy, and I am sure that they would be looking forward to hearing from me sometime in the future if and when I put out my very first book…
I am so very happy and so very grateful that blogging on WordPress has taught me to become a better writer, to get people excited for the best things, and to unleash my creativity while displaying my creative talents. And now, in June, it shall be Graduation Day for yours truly, and although I shall be very sad to leave this family called WordPress behind after six-and-a-half-years, I shall be happy that I have been taught everything that they have known from WordPress; They just happen to be the best creative writing teachers around!