"Are You Caught In The Glue Trap Of Sin?"

I did this post when we caught a mouse in a glue trap a while back, I just never posted it, and I think I will do that today.

The night we caught the mouse I got to thinking about the trap itself. In the glue trap that we bought it came baited to draw the mouse to it. Once the mouse got the smell of the bait, it made it's way onto the trap and tasted the bait....then as you know it got stuck in the glue and could not get out of the mess it was in. Looking at that glue trap made me think about how sin and the world are like that glue trap.

People see what the world has and they just want a taste of what it has to offer, just a little taste, but before they know it they are in a world of sin they don't know how to get out of. As I watched that little mouse who was still live and struggling to free itself, it's strength almost completely gone from trying and trying, I felt sorry for it. I knew that with some help from a bigger and stronger source, it could be free. Just before my dad walked outside to take care of the mouse, it died while struggling to be free.

My dad then took the trap outside and threw it away. I thought of all the people in the world that have gotten so deep into the trap of sin that they died in the mess they had gotten themselves into. But there is still a chance for those out there in sin to get out. With a bigger and a much stronger source they can be from that trap. God is more than ready to take anyone out of that trap.

I am so glad that 13 years ago the Holy Spirit came and convicted my soul and brought me out of that trap of sin I was in. I know that I was 5 and was really not "in" sin, but I was a lost person who needed a God that would protect me from that life!!! I am so glad God used that little glue trap to remind me of what He did for me!!

A Joke

I thought I would lighten the atmosphere on my site with a joke. I heard this at a revival I went to last week and I thought it was pretty funny. Some of you may have heard it before, if you have....humor me anyway!! LOL


Hilary was asleep in the the White House when a ghost appeared to her. She took note of the fact that it was a man, then she realized it was George Washington. She asked him a question.

"How shall I best serve the people?"
George replied "Never lie."
She said "Oops!"

A second ghost came, this one was Thomas Jefferson. She repeated the question.
"How shall I best serve the people?"
Thomas replied "Serve them, not yourself."
She said "Oops!"

A third ghost came, this one being Abraham Lincoln. She repeated the question.
"How shall I best serve the people?"
Abraham replied "Go to the theater!"

The Painting

A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

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When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

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About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands. He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly. He often talked about you, and your love for art.

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The young man held out his package. "I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

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The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the painting that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture. "Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift."

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The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

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The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

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On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. "We will start the bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?"

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There was silence. Then a voice in the back of the room shouted. "We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this one."

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But the auctioneer persisted. "Will someone bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

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Another voice shouted angrily, "We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the real bids!"

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But still the auctioneer continued. "The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

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Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the long-time gardener of the man and his son. "I'll give $10 for the painting."

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Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

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"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

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"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

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The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son. They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

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The auctioneer pounded the gavel. "Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

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A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

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The auctioneer laid down his gavel. "I'm sorry, the auction is over.""What about the paintings?"I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will. I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

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The man who took the son gets everything!

Labor Day

A friend of ours....Marcy

Sis. Crystal (our youth leaders wife)

Marcy, Michelle, and Sis. Crystal...I wonder what was so funny? :)

Momma grilling the steaks.....they were sooooooo tender!!

What do you know....it's Me!!

Marcy being greedy with the game we were playing....shame shame....LOL

Michelle and Marcy

Michelle and Sis. Crystal

Me and Marcy
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That was our Labor Day. I went to take pictures of all the guys and you can guess what they did. They absolutely refused to have it done....so that is why there are no pictures of them. I tried!!!! Well....let me know how your Labor Day was!