I send greetings from the Poor House. Good sun shiny morning to you from the sooner state on this beautiful Sunday morning. It is a beautiful day for the Lord to come. Let us rejoice and be glad in it.

My father had 18 brothers and sisters and most of the males in his family were preachers. I grew up in church and was saved at a very young age. I have been a(born) again Christian  most of my life. On Sunday mornings, Sunday nights, Wednesday nights and any other night there was church. There was no talk or arguments about it; we just knew that was part of our lives and we accepted it. Church back then wasn't like it is today. However many ministers were there, that is how many that preached. Every preacher got a turn being behind the pulpit and believe me that made for some very long services.

I guess you could call us nomads. We followed the corps. What I mean by that is in the spring we went to Eastern Oklahoma and picked strawberries, beans and peas. Then in the summer we went to Western Oklahoma and chopped cotton. In the fall you would find us pulling cotton in those same fields we had chopped in the summer. Between the time of chopping cotton and pulling cotton, some of  the men  of the family would go to Colorado to the broomcorn harvest. Times were hard and a lot of times if the fox had come to our door he would have had to bring his own cheese because we didn't have anything in the cupboards. We were so broke we couldn't even pay attention. Hahahaha.

Up until the time my dad had an accident he would walk all over the hills and mountains of Eastern Oklahoma preaching God's word. He would be gone for weeks at a time. When it came time to move to a new place for a new crop he would come home and move us then take off preaching again.

In those days the extended families were very close and sometimes they would come to visit and stay for weeks. I remember Dad and his brothers would get together when Dad was home. It never failed when they were together that they talked about God. The only thing about that was they wouldn't be talking very long until they would get into an argument over what the Bible said. They could take the same verse from the Bible and argue it a dozen different ways. Each one of them would see it different. When I was a small child I used to hate those arguments because I was afraid they just might start slinging punches at each other. They never did and it always ended peacefully and they remained friends.

You could not stay a sinner very long around those brothers for they preached hell fire and brimstone so anointed that you would think you could feel and smell the flames. That isn't the way preachers preach today, but I guarantee it got the job done. After a revival there might be a hundred people baptized in Little Lees Creek, on a Sunday afternoon.

Being a Christian most of my life and living in the midst of the preaching brothers, I learned a few very important lessons. One being that even though they argued on a verse for hours, didn't necessarily mean any of them were wrong. It just meant that the Lord had given them a different aspect of the same verse. I learned to make God a very important part of my life. He was my father, my brother, and my confidante. I just ask him If I want to know something and he will give me an answer to my question.

I talk to God about everything. He is my partner in everything I do. I never do anything without first asking him if this is the right way to do or to go. I only want to be in his will. One of the things I have learned is I might read the same scripture a dozen times and get a different meaning all twelve times. It doesn't mean that the way I saw it before was wrong, it just means God has shown me yet another different view of it. By doing so I have gained more knowledge of God's word.

I have a right as an obedient Child of God to ask him anything. I even have the right to ask him "WHY".

 The Bible says in Matthew 7:8 in Jesus' own words, Ask, and it shall be given unto you; seek and you shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you.

I don't see anywhere in the Bible this right is disputed. There is no stipulation on what we ask the Lord for. In fact if we don't ask we are tying his hands for "WE" are the ones putting the stipulation on God for not trusting him enough to seek him in all things. 

 The articles I write are called  "MY TWO CENTS WORTH" and it means exactly that. The things I write are my opinion and my thoughts and even though they are written through the inspirations of God they are not set in stone. You have a right to agree or disagree with what I say. I won't get mad at you if you don't agree. There are dozens of ways any verse can be interpreted. You have your way and I have mine and if we are right then God will bless us; if not he will show us the right way.

I keep an open mind concerning the word of God. I learned through the years that not everything my parents taught me about the way they believed the word was necessarily right. Now don't get me wrong. What my parents taught me  was what was handed down to them. That is called tradition. My parents were good Christians and taught me what I needed to love and be loved of God. I am soooooooooo thankful to them for that, but now they have both gone to be with the Lord. So now I seek the Lord for the guidance I need in every situation. 

God loves us all equally and if we seek and ask him for guidance he will let us know which way we should go. We really should not face any situation with out him.