Mama Always ~ L.A. Brown, Author

As we begin Revelation 12, we see that the Apostle John gets to the history lesson portion of the Book. Actually, he also kind of gets back to the future, too. Verses 1-6 introduces the characters. The woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet and on her head a garland of twelve stars. The great fiery red dragon with seven heads , ten horns and seven crowns or diadems who, with his tail, swept one third of the stars from heaven and threw them down to the earth. And finally, the Male Child who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron. Let's start with the woman. Many Biblical scholars point to this woman as the Universal Church, and in fact incorrectly connect her to the Whore Babylon or even the Bride Church. A select few feel that the association is with the Nation of Israel itself and back up the association with Genesis 37:9-10 (Then he dreamed still another dream and told it to his brothers, and said, "Look, I have drea

I recently watched a video of a young woman, probably in England, who was dancing to the tune of Dancing Queen*. While she did slow down on occasion for passers-by and the random vehicle that tooled past her, she did what I would like to do. She danced like no one was watching. Problem is, I’m not much of a dancer and with some balance problems as of late, I’d look more like the Weeble that wobbles. But that free spirit that over-took her, to move with the music, well, that moved me and got me to thinking…we need to be that way when it comes to worshipping God. Then there’s the subject of singing like no one is listening. I have to admit, there are times that a song during the worship service is out of my range, which, for me is a little difficult. If it’s high soprano, bass or baritone, I can’t hit it but I can hit everything in between. Sometimes a key change can throw me off then forget it, I end up singing something between a harmony and “what the heck is that”. That’s when I

Have you ever looked at the back of a beautiful, handmade tapestry? I have, and what I saw on the back side was vastly different from the front. The back was a cacophony of colors, not one of them made a whole lot of sense where they were. There were long threads, and short ones. There were knots everywhere. Nothing on the back of the canvas even was close to what was on the front. On the front of the canvas, the colors were woven in such a way as to depict a beautiful piece to display on one's wall, so contrary to what I saw on the back. Many, many hours were put into that piece by it's creator, and the person who purchased the tapestry certainly had a wonderful addition to their home decor.  Today, I attended a funeral for the husband of a friend of mine, Joey, and it got me to thinking. I didn't know Joey very well, mostly what I knew of him was from my friend, but I had spoken to him when I saw him at church, and thought of him often during his battle with so many h