Thursday, May 26, 2016

What if God was One of Us?

by Dr. Margaret Aranda



What if God was One of Us? 
We discussed this today on The Dr Margaret Aranda TalkRadioShow
With Grassroots and Founder Dr Allen Brown


Have you ever walked by a homeless man (a dirty, filthy slob), or just stepped over his body while you are texting on your cell phone? You see scores of pedestrians doing it before your arrival, and it continues behind you on and on, into infinity. Or perhaps you are at the airport waiting for a ride, and he is sleeping on the sidewalk. You turn your back, as if that is going to make him go away. You deliberately choose to not look back again.


Video 1. What if God Was One of Us? Why are we here? Aren't we here to help others? 




What if that was Jesus? Am I the only one that thinks this way? Am I the only one that remembers Christ's sayings out of His own blessed mouth? 

Matthew 25:40*:
The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of themyou did it to Me.’

and on the other side of the coin, we have..........

Then He will answer them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did not do it to one of the least of theseyou did not do it to Me.’




If you are not acting out of the love of Jesus, you lose. And He reads your heart, so you can't fake it. 

BTW, did you even know that "doing" and "not doing" the right thing to "the least of these" are BOTH sins? 


Image 1. A Random, Sleeping Homeless Man. The population just passes him by, themselves immune and deadened to his slow destruction. This has gone on for decades, and in city after city, rain, snow, or shine. Are the people destroyed for their lack of knowledge?


We have to get "out of ourselves!" We must be IN this world, but not OF this world! We are NOT a part of worldly corruption. We do NOT watch porn while our wife is not looking! Nor do we stash that bottle of bourbon under our desk to drink when we are alone late at night. We do NOT lust for another man's wife, do we? We DO honor our parents, right? 

Do you go to "church" and look at your watch the whole time, waiting with baited breath for it to just end already? And one you are in the parking lot to leave and have a business brunch at the nearby Hotel, are you sweating and actually honking your horn in the parking lot to get out? Is that a little old lady I see in that car you're honking at? YES! What? 

You HYPOCRITE! You gamble away tens of thousands of dollars in Vegas, yet you cannot spare the little change from your own pocket for a homeless man with cracked lips on the sunny sidewalk? What? WHAT? You FOOL! 

There is only ONE RELIGION. Give. Love. Love thy neighbor.

It is James 1:27 Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.

Ask yourself: Are you corrupted by this world? Americans who have a bed, a roof, and a refrigerator already won the LOTTERY. We have more than 75% of the rest of the WORLD.
So stop complaining. Stop whining. Get out your wallet and write a check. Do good. 

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To place a homeless single woman in her own apartment for safety, to help Foster teens who turned 18 and whose parents no longer get $ from the government, leaving them homeless, for veterans, and the disabled, please give:

Mail check or money order to: 11432 South Street;  Suite 206; Cerritos, CA; 90703.
Visit our website to gain further information: http://grcnconnects.wix.com/families
We are a 501(c) non-profit. Your donation may be tax-deductible; talk to your accountant.
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Thank you and God Bless You.
The homeless and the youth thank you, too. 
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Age 1: A Baby on the Edge

by Dr. Margaret Aranda


It was my Father.  I knew it was him, and I had no fear.

My Father held me, and his arms and his scent were 
familiar to me.  In fact, I can still smell him if I close my eyes and reminisce just a little bit. There.  I can do it now.  I know he is gone but it's almost like he is just next door, always there.

It was a summer day, sun beaming into my 
grandmother's San Antonio living room.  The smell of bacon and coffee emanated throughout the room, boastful of the electric percolator that gurgled and puckered its congenial hellos to the morning.  My uncles and aunts crowded the room, as well as my cousins, and the room hummed with conversation here and giggles there.  

Children were running about, in and out the front door, boisterously slamming the screen door behind them.  The reason why I remember who was there, is because I was looking down on them all.

I could sit straight up, and no doubt my curly dark 
brown hair was tossed all about.  I didn't care about anything except my Father.  He told everyone,"Watch!"  My Mom echoed the usual, "Oh no, honey, your'e not going to do that thing again, are you?"  She was simply horrified and really, she was quite disgusted.  MORTIFIED! My Dad told her to relax.  She just stared at us. I didn't care. I just couldn't wait!


Image 1. Up! Up! Up! I closed my eyes and tried with all of my might to hold in the excitement.  I was sitting in his hand now, his right hand.


Slowly, ever so slowly, as I was Sitting on The Edge of his hand, he started to lift me up. He lifted me Up! and Up! and Up! and Up!  Straight up to the ceiling we went, and I closed my eyes and I held in the burst of exclamations as tight as I could.  Up! Up!  I went, dreaming of everything and dreaming of nothing.  I was On The Edge, and that was where I was going to stay.  I had no fear.  

My Father would hold me up, just like he always did.  
I could do this.  With him there, I knew I could do it. I held out my arms for balance. I straightened my back. I held my breath, ever so slightly.


My Father had me.  
He was my Father.  
I knew it was him, and therefore, I had no fear.

We should feel the same confidence in God.

After all, we are His children. 

And He is our Father. 

Amen.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016

"What if God was One of Us?"

by Dr. Margaret Aranda



What if God was One of Us? 
We discussed this today on The Dr Margaret Aranda TalkRadioShow
With Grassroots and Founder Dr Allen Brown


Have you ever walked by a homeless man (a dirty, filthy slob), or just stepped over his body while you are texting on your cell phone? You see scores of pedestrians doing it before your arrival, and it continues behind you on and on, into infinity. Or perhaps you are at the airport waiting for a ride, and he is sleeping on the sidewalk. You turn your back, as if that is going to make him go away. You deliberately choose to not look back again.



Video 1. What if God Was One of Us? Why are we here? Aren't we here to help others? 




What if that was Jesus? Am I the only one that thinks this way? Am I the only one that remembers Christ's sayings out of His own blessed mouth? 

Matthew 25:40*:
The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’


and on the other side of the coin, we have..........

Then He will answer them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’




If you are not acting out of the love of Jesus, you lose. And He reads your heart, so you can't fake it. 

BTW, did you even know that "doing" and "not doing" the right thing to "the least of these" are BOTH sins? 


Image 1. A Random, Sleeping Homeless Man. The population just passes him by, themselves immune and deadened to his slow destruction. This has gone on for decades, and in city after city, rain, snow, or shine. Are the people destroyed for their lack of knowledge?


We have to get "out of ourselves!" We must be IN this world, but not OF this world! We are NOT a part of worldly corruption. We do NOT watch porn while our wife is not looking! Nor do we stash that bottle of bourbon under our desk to drink when we are alone late at night. We do NOT lust for another man's wife, do we? We DO honor our parents, right? 

Do you go to "church" and look at your watch the whole time, waiting with baited breath for it to just end already? And one you are in the parking lot to leave and have a business brunch at the nearby Hotel, are you sweating and actually honking your horn in the parking lot to get out? Is that a little old lady I see in that car you're honking at? YES! What? 

You HYPOCRITE! You gamble away tens of thousands of dollars in Vegas, yet you cannot spare the little change from your own pocket for a homeless man with cracked lips on the sunny sidewalk? What? WHAT? You FOOL! 


There is only ONE RELIGION. Give. Love. Love thy neighbor.

It is James 1:27 Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world.

Ask yourself: Are you corrupted by this world? Americans who have a bed, a roof, and a refrigerator already won the LOTTERY. We have more than 75% of the rest of the WORLD.
So stop complaining. Stop whining. Get out your wallet and write a check. Do good. 


************************************************************************

To place a homeless single woman in her own apartment for safety, to help Foster teens who turned 18 and whose parents no longer get $ from the government, leaving them homeless, for veterans, and the disabled, please give:

Mail check or money order to: 11432 South Street;  Suite 206; Cerritos, CA; 90703.
Visit our website to gain further information: http://grcnconnects.wix.com/families
We are a 501(c) non-profit. Your donation may be tax-deductible; talk to your accountant.
**************************************************************************
Thank you and God Bless You.
The homeless and the youth thank you, too. 
*******************************

To stay up-to-date with us all day, every day, 
follow Dr Margaret Aranda here:
Twitter: @MediBasket
FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/DrAuthor/











* = Reference: BibleGateway.com: 

Saturday, May 21, 2016

Age 6: Glistening in the Moonlight

by Dr Margaret Aranda



14 DEC
Sheriff John was a smiling sheriff on TV. He wore a shiny badge and shiny boots, and wore a brown cowboy Sheriffs line with a golden buckle that has covered up all his hair. I never saw his hair.
Every week on television in Los Angeles, California, he would sing, "Put another candle on my birthday cake", as a yummy carousel cake spin around and the camera went in for a close up. There were lions and tigers and bears on the carousel. Roar! They spin around and around, as if dancing in is their own world, oblivious to the rest of us. They were only focused on going up and down, down and up, chasing one another around and around. They were simply the Royal. Majestic.
I was six. I closed my eyes really, really tight and I thought that if I closed them hard enough and "thought" extra hard, I could turn into one of thes gorgeous animals. And so I did it.
I closed my eyes and I blinked just like that Genie in a TV that has a cute little home in a bottle with red draperies and black bedsheets, golden tassles all about. I closed my eyes and frowned so hard that I expected to open my eyes and literally be in the body of a great lion. My eyes crinkled. At first, I could feel nothing. After a time, I could definitely feel my tail growing, and I thought excitedly, "It must be almost time to open my eyes." 

I scrunched my eyes more now, as I wanted to make sure that nothing would be missing. I wanted to be sure as ever that my teeth would be long and sharp, and that my claws would glisten the moonlight. "There has to be nothing  better than  glistening in the moonlight, "I thought, momentarily forgetting that I was still a girl. Cracked my mouth as a gentle smile again, as my tail was starting to come out. I waited for it to grow fully, still crunching my eyes tightly.

Image 1 of The Lion. Now I thought I was ready to open my eyes now, without getting it wrong.

Certainly I was on the right track. Ever so painfully slowly, I opened my eyes. At first, they ached from Squinting so hard in my fervent prayer. I saw the light of day as they opened, and there he was again! I glared closer, disbelief covering my entire body. Wha ....?  Sheriff John was reading from a piece of paper.
"Wait!" I thought, "I'm not supposed to know what a piece of paper is!" My eyes begged to blur as the first tears  started  forming. "I must not be a lion!" He would not stop to care about my plight. "Linda, Joanne, Sarah, Tom, Edward, and Brian! Wishing you all a Happy Birthday!" Sheriff John said, happy as could be.
I was disappointed, hurt, and well, I was sad. I was shocked. ARROW! I was Devastated!  "How come it did not work?" "I can not I did not believe I work!" I was already six years old, the smartest one in my class, and I got the Golden Stars  on my tests ! What did I do wrong?
I sank into the living room sofa. I cried big tears of reality and disappointment.


And I learned, as we all do, that I could not just change into a lion whenever I wanted to.
I just kept it to myself until now. I'm only telling you because I know you will not tell anyone else.
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             A Version of this feel article was featured with Morgen Bailey's Flash Fiction Fridays:

Introduction:  Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday and the sixty-fifth piece in this series.  
This week's is a 572-word is by multi-genre author  Dr. Margaret Aranda . 

065 Flash Fiction Friday: Glistening in the Moonlight  https://morgenbailey.wordpress.com/2012/12/14/flash-fiction-friday-065-glistening-in-the-moonlight-by-dr-margaret-aranda/

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Monday, May 9, 2016

Age 5: The Edge of the Pool

by Dr. Margaret Aranda

She crawled and kicked out of the pool, breathless. Sucking in air, gasping and coughing. Gasping for life.

It was a party of some kind, many people swimming about. All the kids of different ages here, grown-ups there. Lots of bright colors to match the bright day, screaming, running, bustle of a party. Kids jumping in, Whoosh! Splashing! She knew how to swim, she did. Every Mommy was laying in the sun, on a green chair that was criss-crossed, it weaved in and out. it was not built well, because she noticed that all of Mommy's body went through the holes in the chair. Sunken in, pooches sticking out here and there. It was not a good chair at all.

She was just in the pool. She wanted to get out. She was tired, the kids were too loud, the sun was too hot, and she had just enough. She was a big girl now, five years old. So she decided to do it.

She took a huge breath. She was going to swim across the pool, bright blue water swaying to and fro. It was not too far away. One big breath, whoosh! Whooooooooo! Huuuupppppp! Go! Each lung was filled.

First all hands, then all her body went under the water. She kicked and kicked. For five years of age, it was not too far away, that Edge of the Pool. Maybe five more kicks in. At first, it was just a feeling that she was running out of breath. There was no panic.

She thought she could do it. It was not far. Then, something was happening. She was definitely running out of breath. She must go up for air!  She went up!  Panic and kicking! Something went "bump!" on her head...  It was blurry, light blue, like the color of the water. It was big. It was floating. She could not push all her head up to get to the air. She was stuck under a big blue thing, floating and not moving out of the way for her to breathe. 

Something was up there. It was in her way.

Somewhere up there, she could hear the clinking of wine glasses and the chuckles of a lady who was sitting on the floating blue thing. In a flash, she knew the lady would never hear her, would never see her, would never feel anything. She was too busy on the floaty thing. 


 
           Image 1. Her Lungs were About to Burst.  She was alone. She closed her eyes.


She decided that her only chance was to go kick back down. She could not struggle under the big blue floaty thing. So she kicked a last few kicks and went down, down, down, floating under the big blue thing with the lady and the clanging and the chuckles. She went under it, and now she was not sure which way she should go. Was it left? Or right?

Things were going gray now. She went straight, because she thought that was where the wall was. She kicked and she kicked and kicked and she stretched out her little hands all hands that loved to play with her ​​kittens. She stretched them out as far as as far as they could go as far far Bump!

It was the wall. She crept all hands up the wall, and in slow motion, her head, then her ears, then her nose surfaced over the water and into the AIR and AIR INHALE raspy, deep, big, huge, GINORMOUS breath. UUHHH!!!

She looked around, wiping her eyes, her tears. No one noticed. 

No one noticed, so she tried not to cry. She pulled all the way out of the water. 

She never told any one. She thought she would get in trouble.
But she never swam under a floaty thing again. Never.

And when she grew up and had babies of her own, she would never, never let them swim under those bad floaty things in the pool.
Never.

She crawled out of the pool, breathless and weak.

No one noticed.
She never told anyone. 
She just told you now, 
because she knows you will not tell anyone else.
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Sunday, May 1, 2016

Grassroots talks with: Dr. Margaret Aranda 05/01

NEW ANNOUNCEMENT! So exciting! Look at what God is doing! Amen and Amen!

Grassroots talks with: Dr. Margaret Aranda 05/01 by Grassroots Radio Talks |  Current Events Podcasts 


Dr.  Margaret Aranda, Latina is the second-born of seven children.  In 1985 she graduated California State University, Northridge, Cum Laude and went to Oral Roberts University Medical School.  She graduated USC Medical School in 1990, completed the Stanford Anesthesiology in 1995 and Stanford Critical Care in 1996. She and her three year old daughter were in a tragic car accident in 2006 after a lady hit the gas instead of the brakes because every Chinese food it was falling from the seat.  If it were not for the car accident, she never would have had the time to write books.  and she enjoys every brains transferring knowledge to paper, to contribute to society and medicine in each own way.  each Face Book biggest Following is Caring Friends with Invisible illnesses, and she received the 2011 Award for Perseverance every Efforts, from the Invisible Disabilities Association.



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