And make sure you hit a mome run in the bowls eye right where it counts.  No man any size can fight back form that and it works believe me.  And I only slpped it.

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Christ is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all.
Karen Carter '74



> Well, Kathy, put me in jail because I listened to my daughter's phone calls
> with a stelth recorder I spent 300 dollars on just for that purpose.  You
> think I care it made her mad?  She may still be reading the echurch mailing
> list for all I know so she might be reading my message.  Good.  I just said
> the other day to my wife that I wish I could see to drive.  I'd follow my
> daughter around to find out where she is really going.  She has been
> recently caught in lies but she had backup lies for the original lies.  Same
> old routine and she is no teenager.  It's rough, Kathy, when one of your
> children thinks they are smarter than God.  I had a migraine headache this
> week, which I haven't had for years, that could have killed an elephant.  My
> daughter chose, in public, out in front of everybody that wanted to listen,
> to tear her mother down to the ground by using every four letter word in the
> book.  But, as I often say, church ain't over until the fat man/lady sings.
> My daughter does not get the last word in my house.  Nobody does.  My
> youngest son, due to circumstances that got out of control, refused to leave
> my home one night.  I wasn't mad until he said, "I'm not afraid of you,
> dad."  Then I did get mad but not stupid mad; just hot.  I pushed in all the
> way across the house to the front door.  Pretty stupid, I know, pushing a
> guy around who is bigger and has his third degree black belt, but nobody
> ever said I was the smartest kid my mother ever had.  Then I made a big
> mistake.  I picked up the phone and pretended to call the police to have him
> removed.  I know, it was dumb, but like I said, I was mad by this point.  I
> wasn't angry; there is a difference.  Anyhow, maybe I told this before, it
> sounds familiar even to me but I'll repeat what I said, if this is a repeat,
> my son started crying and said he couldn't believe I would call the police
> on him.  We talked that night, and again a few days later, and straightened
> things out.  I even told Donna, his wife, the mistake I made and that was, I
> broke my son's heart instead of his will.  I don't want you and Graig to
> ever forget, however, your home is a place where God dwells.  Chris has no
> right to violate your home, or you for that matter, and I think you guys
> have been doing everything in your power to help the little brat.  So what
> do you get in return?  A kid who pokes his wrist as if he is going to kill
> himself?  A punk who man handles his mother, his blind mother, I might add?
> A spiritual pygmy defying his own father?  A dope smoker who thinks he can
> whip the world?  Mercy belongs only to those who receive it.  shoot, I broke
> cassette tapes, broke dope pipes, tore up cigarettes and dumped them on the
> bed, searched my daughter's purse every time I got the chance, hunting
> through her room and drawers and closets and clothes and pockets and braws
> and shoes and you know what?  I'm even worse about it now because there are
> two children involved, one whom we have legal guardianship over, and I'll
> kick butt if I have to in order to save them from human stupidity and sin.
> It gets old, as I am sure you and Graig have learned, being used by your own
> children and especially by the one who thinks they can get away with sin
> against God.  Warm up that baseball bat I told you about once a long time
> ago, Kathy, and take some practice swings.  It isn't your son the devil is
> after; it is your family and your marriage and your church and your church
> members.  Come out swinging.  I'll fly out and visit you in jail if I have
> to but don't go down without making a big statement and hitting a couple of
> home runs first.
>
> Phil.