COUNTERFEIT Counterfeit would you recognize it? If the teller in your bank gave you a counterfeit bill, or if the druggist gave you a counterfeit pill, or your pastor preached some counterfeit doctrines would you know it? Counterfeits are in proliferation today. They can cause trouble, sickness and death, even eternal death Fictional movies thrill and scare us with invasions from outer space, but the truth is we have been invaded. Myriads of evil angels have been exiled to this earth (Rev. 12:79) They are invisible to the human eye unless they choose to reveal themselves. Their leader was once the commander of the heavenly host. Then pride and jealousy took over his mind and he chose to rebel against God and mislead his friends who were deceived and persuaded by his lies. They have become master counterfeiters, counterfeiting every good and perfect gift our God has created for us. “For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into the apostles of Christ. And no marvel for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.: (2 Cor. 11:13-15) Any minister who claims to speak for God and teaches the Ten Commandments were nailed to the cross is a counterfeit. Any church that believes and teaches a counterfeit gospel is in league with these counterfeiting angels. Jesus warns of a counterfeit road in Matt. 7:13,14. Ministers determine the destiny of their flock and their own destiny by what they teach from the pulpit and believe themselves. All scripture is given by inspiration of God and is to be used for reproof, correction, and instruction. Jesus says “Think not that I came to destroy the law or the prophets ... I came to fulfill.” (Matt. 5:17ASV) He was the Lamb that was slain from the foundation of the world, Rev. 13:8. Jesus gave the Law at Mount Sinai, kept it while living with us here on earth and His Holy Spirit will give us the same power that it gave Him if we ask for it and believe that all power has been given to Him. He says “If you Love Me Keep My Commandments”, (John 14:15). Are you a Genuine Christian or a Counterfeit?
Ruth Graves Background: Poetry in assorted publications and prizes for oil paintings in County & District Fairs Inspiration: Bible Medium: Creative Writing & Oil Painting Age: 87
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tle, which means that his ribs aren’t showing as much as they once were, and he seems to like me well enough. He stays in my spare room at night, out of the weather, and each day resumes his azalea bush “watcher” position at the front of my house. He is a “talker” as cats go, and constantly meows at me to fix whatever he feels isn’t right with him. He wants his own home back. I also want him back in his own home. Dropping Chuck off at the local animal shelter as a solution is out of the question. Despite the efforts of many volunteers and the good intentions of shelter employees and Ridge veterinarians, the number of pets euphemistically “put to sleep” far exceeds the number of pets found by their owners or adopted out into the community. Two days ago I related the tale of Chuck to my son living in the Auburn California area. He and his girlfriend are the owners of six cats. Do you think?—I proposed as my son started laughing, chuckling, as it were, and replied before I could say another word”—I think you’re stuck with Chuck”. Postscript: I wrote this article in the Spring of 2004. Chuck still lives with me and takes care of the front yard.
My feline guest arrived seven days ago. For lack of access to his true identity, I’ve elected to call him “Chuck”. Chuck the cat is, by definition, a darkly striped short haired tabby and, I suspect, a many fathered version of his species. We discovered each other purely by chance. Had I not opted to trim the abundance of azaleas growing across the front of my property, we might not have met at all. So it was, on that fateful day, armed with Smith and Hawken shears and little red garden gloves, I trudged into the front of my yard ready to take on Mother Nature’s overgrowth. My task for the day was scarcely launched when a slight rustling noise from a nearby bush caught my attention. “Meowwwwl” said the bush. “Meowwwwl”. Oh no! I concluded. Another cat! Kitty? Kitty cat? Here kitty kitty. “Meowowowow” offered the bush. The first meow had been tentative and questioning, but, the second meow was long and loud—clearly a feline SOS. The trembling bush parted and Chuck the cat emerged from its underside glancing warily at me, the person. He took a few cautious steps and then sat himself down a few feet away from my pile of azalea trimmings. We regarded each other. Chuck had Mary Long certainly seen better days. I estimated that he Background: High School and College was down about two pounds from what might be newspapers. Some poetry published in Poetry considered normal weight for an adult cat. The Anthologies (the you buy the book kind). red safety cat collar someone had placed around Inspiration: Everything and anyone. his neck now hung loosely and the bell attached Medium: Creative writing to it was worn on one side. Chuck’s huge green Age: 70 eyes never left my face. His scrutiny of me was just as intent as mine was of him. I leaned down toward him and offered my hand. For the space of a second or two he hesitated and then launched himself in my direction, purring and trilling, confident that he had found a friend. He Ø ORDER HERE: had. The bowl of cat food I produced shortly Dad orders a Burger, convinced him, I am certain that he had done and asks “don’t forget the cheese” just that. Mom orders a Cola, What to do? My immediate concern for the cat and says “make it diet please” was to feed and water him. But, uppermost in my mind was the fact that I needed to find out Johnny orders a Childs Meal, where this cat had come from. I didn’t want and a toy truck that hauls another cat, and it was apparent that at some Susie orders a Child’s Meal, time, someone had loved and taken care of this pet. I am the owner of five pets as it is, and any and a small pink doll addition to this quotient was more than I wanted to handle. Or so I thought. The ads I placed in ØPICK UP HERE: the “found” column of two local newspapers Don’t forget the lids and straws, produced not one reply. Both newspapers allowed a “found” notice to be placed free of grab some napkins too charge to the finder. I fervently hoped that a Oh no! Johnny’s trucks a tractor connection would be made and that Chuck and Susie’s doll is blue would soon be back in the bosom of his family. Mom’s Cola isn’t diet, If Chuck had been my pet, I would certainly have been looking for him. I entertained the though she told them “please” notion that Chuck had been deliberately abanDad did get his Burger, doned as sometimes happens in beautiful but they forgot the cheese Paradise. I also considered the notion that Chuck’s owner had been elderly and that at some point had become unable to care for him Kathi Hiatt or had passed away. This kind of situation also Background: Chico State and Butte College classes occurs in Paradise. Inspiration: Life Chuck, for his part, continues to “look” for his Medium: Poetry owner. He keeps vigil at the front edge of the Age: 60 property, crouched down in the clusters of azalMore on page 16 ea bushes, watching most of the day for someone to find him. He is beginning to fill out a litThursday, July 30, 2009 • A rts & L etters • PARADISE POST 9
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