This is not meant either to distract or to educate, but if you’re interested…

Genesis 2:10 (NKJV) says, “Now a river went out of Eden to water the garden, and from there it parted and became four riverheads.”  I got wondering just what “went out” means.  Apparently, in the Hebrew it means only “went out,” with no certainty that the “River of God” (as some call it) actually originated in Eden, which has always been my assumption.  If its source is there, that places it somewhere in the area west of Mt. Ararat.

Other theorists think that Eden is not at what was then the source of at least two of these rivers, but at their confluence, in southern Iraq.  In this scenario, one of the four rivers is thought to run where the Red Sea is now.

It seems logical to me to stick with my original assumption that Genesis, in saying “went out” and “from there” and “became,” meant that Eden encompassed the source of the originating river.

What do you think?


Having just celebrated the birth (incarnation) of Jesus Christ and realizing that, even of those of us who claim to be Christians, only a minority focused on Him, I began to reflect today on the upcoming transition to 2017.

Here is an entire world, waiting upon what it deems to be the push of The Great Cosmic Reset Button, expecting that “things will be different next year,” or “I’m really going to…,” when there is absolutely no logical (or cosmic) reason for that expectation.

So many folks tonight, are looking for the New Year to bring a clean slate, a new beginning, a fresh start. They’re looking in the wrong place, or to be more precise, they’re not looking to the One who has already provided the one and only way to what they seek. They don’t want to hear it, but yielding their lives to God through Jesus Christ, whose birth we just celebrated, is their only path to that clean slate, that new beginning.

One of the few conservative voices in Hollywood. Worth a read.

James Woods

Twitter is a dangerous place for the faint of heart. Gang thuggery can devastate a delicate sensibility and even damage professional reputations beyond repair. Sarcastic allegations of misbehavior border on defamation and baseless charges of criminal behavior can be defamation per se. Whether such acts can be disputed, ignored or litigated depends on their severity and degree of malicious intent. The civil courts of late are demonstrating their impatience with irresponsible behavior of the most egregious kind. I personally have been victorious in this arena, while others less inclined, or for various reasons unable or unwilling to fight back, have fared less favorably. Anonymity, the foundation Twitter’s business model and appeal, supports the more venal in our midst, as it has supported those cowards who would snipe from dark corners since the advent of the written word. Before the the written word, malicious whisperers claimed their victims in a different…

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The “Christmas” Book

My parents saved S&H Green Stamps.  You received one stamp for so much spent, pasted them in a book, and redeemed the book(s) for items in an S&H store.  Mom and Dad promised me I could make the next pick, for one book of stamps anyway.  We went to the S&H store in Virginia Square in Arlington.  “How about these nifty swizzle sticks?”  “We could use some new poker chips!”   I was, however, a bibliophile, and up on the top shelf lay a book!  I wanted that book.  It turned out to be a Bible.  My father asked, “What do you want that for??”  “It’s a book, isn’t it?” was my reply.  I got the book.  My parents weren’t exactly happy.  I tried to read it, but the King James put me off.  Though I had no idea of its significance, I found “The Christmas Story,” Luke 2: 1-21.  I read and re-read it, nearly memorizing it, but except at Christmas it meant nothing to me.  Perhaps it was a seed planted.  Perhaps it will be for you too:

(I’ve substituted the easier-to-read New King James Version.)

And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered. This census first took place while Quirinius was governing Syria. So all went to be registered, everyone to his own city. Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, to the city of David, which is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and lineage of David, to be registered with Mary, his betrothed wife, who was with child. So it was, that while they were there, the days were completed for her to be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn. Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night. And behold, an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: “Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!” So it was, when the angels had gone away from them into heaven, that the shepherds said to one another, “Let us now go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has come to pass, which the Lord has made known to us.” And they came with haste and found Mary and Joseph, and the Babe lying in a manger. Now when they had seen Him, they made widely known the saying which was told them concerning this Child. And all those who heard it marveled at those things which were told them by the shepherds. But Mary kept all these things and pondered them in her heart. Then the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told them. And when eight days were completed for the circumcision of the Child, His name was called JESUS, the name given by the angel before He was conceived in the womb. Now when the days of her purification according to the law of Moses were completed, they brought Him to Jerusalem to present Him to the Lord.

A Christmas Gift

Moore Genealogy

Christmas 1954. Here I am on my rocking horse, no doubt chasing outlaws. Christmas 1954. Here I am on my rocking horse, no doubt chasing outlaws.

While I cannot say that we were rich and always had huge piles of presents under the tree I can say we always had presents, a beautiful tree, and plenty to eat. I do remember my friends being able to rattle off a long list of gifts they received and that my list even with the socks and underwear thrown in was much shorter. I was only 3 1/2 when Santa brought me the rocking horse for Christmas and to be honest that memory is rather dim. It was a few Christmases later that the rocking horse was a centerpiece in a life long lesson.

It was several years later and hard times were all around us. A labor dispute had broken out at the foundry where my father worked. It had been going on for almost…

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The Christmas Lesson

A Christmas Blessing

This past Sunday morning, I was in our church’s media room (Video Control, Sound Mastering and duplication) chatting with a father and his soon-to-be nine-year-old son, when the boy said, “I can hardly wait for Christmas!”  I asked what, in particular, he was looking forward to.  Now, get this.  He’s a nine-year-old boy in 2016.  His answer floored me.  Knowing his family, I shouldn’t have been surprised, but this is something the average nine-year-old kid would frown at, maybe even be disappointed with.  But he was excited and already being thankful.  “I’m getting a robe!”  He had been wanting what I grew up calling a bathrobe, but didn’t have one.  “Mom took me to the store to be sure it would fit, and I even got to pick out the colors!  Sometimes, we can open a present Christmas Eve.  I hope we can this year, ’cause I want to wear my robe Christmas Eve!”

Wrap your twenty-first century head around that!  Initially, I was a bit surprised.  Not an Xbox, cell phone, video game, 3D VR headset, or anything like these.  Not a Disney cruise.  A robe.  As the minutes passed, I felt more and more blessed by this child’s priorities and thankfulness for something personal and simple.  Here I am, tearing up two days later, over how Christ’s mind has been worked in this boy’s heart at nine years of age.  What a testimony to his parents’ lives!

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
(1 Thessalonians 5:18 KJV)

Merry CHRISTmas, everyone!

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