Religion

Spiritual Beliefs

Kings Riding Donkeys

Scotland Forever! depicting the charge of the Royal Scots Greys at the Battle of Waterloo Photo Courtesy of Wikipedia

Scotland Forever! Depicting the charge of the Royal Scots Greys at the Battle of Waterloo
Photo Courtesy of Wikipedia

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why would a king ride a lowly donkey when they have those marvelous steeds prancing with beautiful jeweled saddles and gleaming harnesses? A horse can certainly gallop much faster than a donkey can trot along. According to the Bible as he was dying King David said to put his son, Solomon on his donkey and ride him out for all to see and acknowledge that he would be David’s successor. I Kings 1:32 – 34 Then King David ordered, “Call Zadok the priest, Nathan the prophet, and Benaiah son of Jehoiada.” When they came into the king’s presence, the king said to them, “Take Solomon and my officials down to Gihon Spring. Solomon is to ride on my own donkey. There Zadok the priest and Nathan the prophet are to anoint him king over Israel. Blow the ram’s horn and shout, ‘Long live King Solomon!‘ I believe that it’s because those charging steeds were known to be war horses.   When kingdoms went to war the leaders are always seen riding horses. Horses  were used extensively during warfare. The Calvary were mounted soldiers on horseback.  Horses pulling chariots would charge fast towards the battle front.  They could carry a knighted rider  with full  armor into a battle. A war horse can  leap over obstacles, plunge into skirmishes or carry it’s rider to safety. Horses have powerful hindquarters, able to easily coil and spring to a stop, spin, turn or sprint forward.

Persian 4 Horse Command War Chariot Photo Courtesy by Wikipedia

Persian 4 Horse Command War Chariot
Photo Courtesy by Wikipedia

 

 

 

 

 

 

On the other hand donkeys are peacetime animals. They don’t move very fast so donkeys are more of a parade animal. Donkeys walk or trot along. If you are riding on a donkey, it won’t be hard for everyone to see who’s sitting on the donkey’s back.

Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem Photo Courtesy by Wikipedia

Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem
Photo Courtesy by Wikipedia

I believe that is why when Jesus rode into Jerusalem he did so on the back of a donkey. All four gospels bear witness of the account. Matthew 21:1 – 17, Mark 11:1 – 11, Luke 19:29 – 40 and John 12:12 – 19. Traditionally, entering the city on a donkey symbolizes arrival in peace, rather than as a war-waging king arriving on a horse. Jesus wasn’t a man of war sitting upon a war horse. He was on the donkey because He was the King of kings. Jesus came riding into Jerusalem on a donkey.  This was appropriate for a Hebrew king coming in peace.  A Hebrew king coming for battle would have ridden a horse.  In the Roman culture, a king would only have come riding a horse.  Since Jesus rode on a donkey, he presented himself as the King of the Jews, yet posed no threat to the Romans.

Who would have thought there would be so much symbolism on what a horse or donkey represent?

 

The Heart is Deceitful

As I listened to the Pastor preach the word, I heard him say The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? Jeremiah 17:9.deceitful-heart

All my Christian life I was told to accept Christ and invite Him into my heart. I was in conflict. The Bible is truth, so was I misled? Was my heart deceitful?  I decided to ask God. As I prayed for the Truth and clarification, I felt something on my head. It felt like water or oil pouring onto my head. I felt it running down to my shoulders. I heard a “b-blub, bb-blub.” Was this me trying to speak in tongues? No, it wasn’t coming from me. It was like when you pour from a jug and it makes a gurgling sound. Then I heard a quiet voice, almost a whisper, “Shekinah Glory.” I have heard that  phrase before but I didn’t remember what it meant. I googled what that phrase meant.

Shekinah – a Chaldee word meaning resting-place, not found in Scripture, but used by the later Jews to designate the visible symbol of God’s presence in the Tabernacle, and afterwards in Solomon’s temple

Praise the Lord! My heart, my soul, my mind was full. God’s presence is with me!

sunset_large_yellowOrange-804x299

 

Do Not Stress Because…

Photo Courtesy of www.ignitedministries.org

Photo Courtesy of www.ignitedministries.org

Read these Bible verses and don’t stress because…
Jeremiah 29:11 New International Version

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Meaning -God has a wonderful plan in store, for everyone. Therefore, you don’t need to feel disappointed with your life.

Proverbs 29:11 New International Version

Fools give full vent to their rage, but the wise bring calm in the end. Meaning – A fool pours out his wrath, restrained by no consideration; he doesn’t think. But the smarter man holds back his  anger, defers showing it at a proper time, when it may serve a better purpose, and he may do so without sin.

Proverbs 3:5-6 New International Version

5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart and do not lean on your own understanding.6 In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight. Meaning – Trust God fully. He will guide you.

Ephesians 4:26 New International Version

“In your anger do not sin”: Do not let the sun go down while you are still angry. Meaning – I think this is self explanatory. Do not stew in your anger. Forgive quickly.

Ephesians 4:31-32 New International Version

31Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. 32 Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you. Meaning – Follow the Golden Rule of doing unto others as you would have them do unto you because that is what Christ would do.

Matthew 6:19-21 New International Version

19 “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. 20 But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. Meaning – Whatever you value that is what you will follow. Follow Christ because you cannot lose Him.

Romans 8:28 New International Version

And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Meaning – God  designs things for us that is good.

Hebrews 12:6 New International Version

Because the Lord disciplines the one he loves, and he chastens everyone he accepts as his son. Meaning – Sin has consequences, even when we repent and are forgiven for those sins. God brings about painful consequences, to discipline us, so that we will turn from our sin to Him.

So all in all, know that God loves you and wants the best for you. So do not stress and put it all in the hands of God.

God's Open Hands

God’s Open Hands

Tyner Witch

Tyner Witch
By Cilla Daugherty
With Halloween soon upon us, I think its finally time to write to you about the Tyner Witch! We have to go back to the 1870’s, to a time when this entire area: Koontz Lake to Tyner city to Walkerton, Indiana was the Big Huckleberry marsh. Obviously, this was a time shortly after the civil War, a time when the USA as suffering from a post-war depression. So, many folks came to the marsh to pick the huckleberries (also called Whortleberries and similar to blueberries.) The people could make money picking the berries, if even for only a short period of time each year. Lots of people arrived, thousands, including one odd woman. She was an ex-rodeo gal, interested in starting a circus of “freaks.” She ran a hotel (brothel) and wanted to be the Huckleberry Queen. As she got older she became weirder and more demanding; often in trouble with the law. She was known actually go around whipping men and laughing about it. She’d been married and divorced several times. One of her hotels was in Tyner City, Indiana. It’s rumored that she buried lots of money somewhere in Tyner City, in a swampy area, before she died and put a curse on that land. Some folks called her a witch, because she was mean, often drunk, acted crazy, had her circus “freaks,” and practiced “strange medicine.” The Huckleberry Queen in life became the Tyner Witch after death. Her birth name was probably Molly Edwards. Many gypsies came to the area too. You know how legends go. After awhile, all the huckleberries were harvested. A massive many-acre fire destroyed most of the bushes. Folks left the area. The queen died, but her spirit still roams part of Tyner. Interestingly, Plymouth still celebrates the history of the huckleberry/whortleberry with its annual Blueberry Festival. Now that’s the background. Let me tell you about the personal side of events about the Tyner Witch. My son, Jesse age 19, has a friend Zach who lives down the road from us in Tyner, just out of the town proper, on over 40 acres of land; some swampy, some woodsy, some still with blueberry bushes. Jess said that ever since Zach’s Dad had moved there, strange things occur. You can see St. Elmo’s Fire (swamp gas) at night and hear strange scary high-pitched cackling some nights. They’ve ruled out owls, coyotes, bobcats, etc. They call the high-pitched laughter “ghostly female.” Even after becoming an adult Zach was advised NOT to come or go after dark; not to venture past the regular yard area directly around the house at night because there is something BAD lurking in the swamp and woods. Zach doesn’t try to scare or tease his friends, but to truly warn them. By the way I learned about the Huckleberry Queen after Jesse’s incidents. Let me tell you about them. Jesse went over to Zach’s Dad’s one afternoon back in July. They were to have a cookout, bonfire and sleepover late that night. After Zach fell asleep a few of the friends decided to go for a walk. They didn’t know about the warnings. They ventured well past the house. Suddenly, an eerie screaming began! Jesse said he could hear someone walk right behind him, but he knew he was the last person of the group. He looked; no one was behind him. Then, the first person felt a “whoosh” and was pushed by nothing and fell down. He didn’t just fall straight down, but landed backwards on his butt about 2 feet back! You don’t trip and fall like that! The moon was out, but it suddenly became darker. Nothing began pushing all of them! They ran back to Zach’s house. Later when Jesse told me he was still shaken by the ordeal! Another night at Zach’s, everyone gathered by the fire ring for s’mores. All who were there were accounted for. Scary laughter began and soon pinecones, small rocks and twigs were being thrown at them. They were all adults, but Jesse said they all yelled and began running to the house. Zach’s Dad wouldn’t let anyone go back outside. They all took turns being on watch that night. Ever since we moved to Tyner and folks learned that I enjoy taking strolls, I’d been advised not to walk east down 4B Road after dark. “Turn around at the Church; don’t venture past the Tyner Cemetery” We had not heard about the Tyner Witch until we actually moved to Tyner. My husband’s grandmother is about 3 ½ – 4 miles east and my sister-in-law, Sissy, lives about 3 miles west. Sissy actually lives within what used to be the “Stomping grounds” of the huckleberry marshes and harvest lands. She didn’t know about the Tyner Witch, nor the Huckleberry Queen until my husband told her. Maybe the Queen is trying to protect her buried treasures? When the kids and I first moved here, for several months on certain nights, we had a stalker. I don’t know who it was, nor why. And none of us like to venture into our far backyard at night, not alone. If my husband goes out there, he takes a flashlight and gun! You just feel weird and like you’re being watched. Is it the Tyner Witch? I don’t know. But Jesse won’t go to Zach’s Dad’s at night alone. We do drive along 4B at night and all is well. It’s not every night that something happens. Even so, that’s the story about the Tyner Witch. History made into legend and eeriness that still frightens adults. Don’t go looking for any hidden money around here and certainly stay away from the swamps! Research to verify what Cilla Daugherty wrote is true. The Tyner Witch and Huckleberry Queen was quite notorious: http://www.tyner.org/html/miscellaneous/huckleberryqueen1.html The Plymouth Democrat 31 July 1879 Thursday “The South Bend Tribune of Saturday has the following reference to the”Huckleberry Queen” The Queen, in times past, performed before a South Bend audience which contained among it some of our best citizens. She was known as the Woman with the Iron Jaw’ and traveled with Montgomery Queen’s circus. She is about 35 to 40 years old, good looking, graceful in her carriage, and ladylike in her demeanor when she chooses to be. She left the show shortly after its first appearance here and settled in Tyner, a little village in Marshall County about three miles from the marsh. She joined the church there, was married, and for a long time led a decorous life. Three years ago she got pretty wild and when she went to the marsh her strength, dash and utter abandon won her, by common consent, the title of Huckleberry Queen’ and not one dare dispute it. She reigns supreme over the marsh. Schroeder himself, who leases what he does not own of the marsh, dares not dispute her sway. Schroeder lives in Chicago and buys most of the berries gathered at the stomping ground. The Plymouth Democrat 31 July 1879 Thursday Bourbon item – A Bourbonite was skilleted over the head by the Blueberry Queen Saturday. Esquire Shafer was awakened from his slumbers at twelve o’clock last Friday night by someone knocking at his office door and, upon opening it, he was confronted by the smiling countenance of the Huckleberry Queen’ and an eighteen year old boy named Falkenberry. The Esquire, being in a condition not fit to be seen by ladies, proposed to retire and don his clothing but the Queen insisted on his remaining, stating that they had come to get splice . The Squire invited them into his office, examined their papers and in less than a minute had tied the knot and the happy couple went away singing We held the fort Marriage records, Marshall County, IN. Book E, page 90 Mary L. Johnson – Jacob B. Falconberry, 7 Aug. 1879 The Plymouth Democrat 12 Jan 1882 The Central House, the only hotel here *(Tyner City) is occupied and managed by the notorious Huckleberry Queen and under her management the place has become a stench in the nostrils of every decent citizen. Why our citizens stand quietly by and allow this devilish and infamous nuisance to exist and flourish in our midst is a query not easily solved. The Huckleberry Queen One outstanding personality of the village was the Huckleberry Queen, Molly Edwards, who came to visit her father, John. Mr. Edwards, while intoxicated one time, tried to catch a ride on a freight train, fell and, as a result lost both his legs. The devotion and care of Molly to her father was remembered by many. Shorty, as Edwards was known around Wolf Creek, was a kind old man with a soft white beard but his daughter, the Queen had a bad temper which certainly distinguished her from her father. One man who knew her at the huckleberry marsh, located in Polk Township near Koontz Lake, said Molly was a pleasure to be with until she was liquored up and, when that happened, she was as tough and vicious as any man! From The Plymouth Republican, July 1, 1880, We gain further insight into her personality: The Huckleberry Queen has arrived at the marsh and established her authority on Sunday by whipping her husband and another man. The fact was that she did not restrict that kind of conduct to the marsh area. Once Gene Marshall, local jokester, played some prank on the Queen. Irate at what he had done, she made a fast trip to Marmont (Culver) where she found him standing on one of the streets. She walked up behind him, said Turn around and take off your coat, Gene. He turned-before he made another move-she laid her whip to him. The story of the notorious Huckleberry Marsh and its Queen will appear in future issues of the quarterly. Editor The Plymouth Democrat 25 Sept 1902 The death of the Huckleberry Queen, who has been residing in a little hovel near Valparaiso for the past twelve or fifteen years, recalls many interesting recollections in this part of the country. For years she was a famous outlaw and lived in a huckleberry marsh near Walkerton. She often came to Plymouth, generally on foot, following the Lake Erie track. Back in the seventies or eighties, her disturbances on the streets here was a regular week occurance. She would come to town early in the morning and begin imbibing bad boose until she felt like fighting a regiment. Then she would either be taken to jail or sent out of town. One day the town marshal found her dancing a jig on the scales at the old Wabash depot, now the Lake Erie. He tried to induce her to accompany him to jail and used every persuasive argument he could think of. The scales were elevated several feet and she said, If you catch me in your arms when I jump, I’ll go with you. Certainly, said the marshal and he held out his arms. Before he knew it, she had leaped to the ground to one side and landed him a blow below the ear that put him in bed for a day. Whenever she went to jail, it was always through the efforts of more than one officer. When the Queen’s father died, she was out on the road with a side show, swinging sledge hammers with her teeth and lifting big weights. She hastened home as soon as possible to attend the funeral but arrived too late. Going immediately to the graveyard, she found the sexton and a laborer at work on the grave. They were just rounding off the mound when she made her appearance. Flashing two guns, she made them dig down to the coffin again, and expose the corpse. After looking at it a minute, she walked away, leaving the men to readjust the coffin and grave as best they could. HAMLET CENTENNIAL BOOK Hamlet, Indiana 1863 – 1963 Excerpt from Page 51 Many interesting and conflicting stories are told about the Huckleberry Marsh near Koontz Lake. During the 4-6 week season, itinerant pickers lived in tent camps, providing their own eating and sleeping accommodations, groceries, saloons, and dance halls. Gamblers and thieves were numerous in this wide-open atmosphere. The only law was the law of the Huckleberry Queen, a former circus bareback rider who dressed like a man, carried a gun, and split the gambling and other profits with those who came to fleece the hundreds of berry pickers. A fire destroyed much of this marsh in 1892, and pretty well ended the great huckleberry harvests. What’s your opinion?

Gambling

Casino  Photo Courtesy of Pinterest.com

Casino
Photo Courtesy of Pinterest.com

I don’t condone gambling. It’s not my thing, but my friend, Mary Beth really wanted to go to the casino. She loves to gamble. She buys all those scratch tickets and bets on everything….EVERYTHING! One problem is that Mary Beth wins just enough to entince her to buy more tickets. The second problem is that she doesn’t win enough. She spends money gambling that she can’t afford. Back to my story, as I stated Mary Beth really wanted to go to the casino. As a Christian I had mixed feelings. I don’t believe God wants us to gamble. He will supply our needs if we just have faith and trust Him, right? I am pretty sure that’s what the Bible says.

On the way to the casino Mary Beth and I talked about what we would do if we won big money.  She wanted to stop at the dollar store to buy paper goods, Wal-Mart to buy clothing and then at Kentucky Fried Chicken to bring home a bucket of chicken.  I also made a mental list, but worried about my relationship with God.

At the casino I took twenty dollars out of the ATM machine. That was my limit. I watched some other folks play the slot machines for a few minutes to understand how it worked. Then I took my chances. I started losing money pretty quickly but my luck turned on my last five dollars. I won back my original twenty plus fifteen more. That was scary enough for me. It was time for me to quit.  Meanwhile my friend blew through over a hundred dollars. I encouraged her to leave several times but Mary Beth kept saying that she was having fun. When her money was gone we walked out to the parking area. Mary Beth was very quiet and kept her head down.

We did stop at Wal-Mart and I bought dog food  with my “winnings.” Then it was straight home. I am telling you this little story, not because I feel all smug or that Mary Beth has a gambling problem.  I just want to share with you that God won’t go against our will. He still blessed me as if to say, “Hey, I am here while you do your own thing. I still love you.” Thank you, Lord!