Bible Study on Vocation, Pt. 1

I started a study on Bible verses helpful for running an online business. What I found is suitable for any job a Christian is employed at, but I direct this specifically to small businesses of all variety. 

There is a wealth of knowledge to be found in the Bible, and tons of stuff that can help you in your small business or regular job. But here’s what I’ve figured out… so far.

I take a look at a verse or passage (always in NIV translation), and then, if I find another translation interesting, I share that as well. And then, because I love to know the meaning of words, I occasionally look into that too, and will share how the verse can be related to running a business as a Christian.

So, here goes.

“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and discipline” — Proverbs 1:7

“The [reverent] fear of the Lord [that is, worshipping Him and regarding Him as truly awesome] is the beginning and preeminent part of knowledge [its starting point and its essence]; but arrogant fools despise [skillful and godly] wisdom and instruction and self-discipline” — Amplified version

“Fear as a response to God and His deeds is so important an aspect of Biblical living and faith that Fear actually occurs as an epithet of God Himself. Jacob describes the Lord as the “Fear of Isaac” his father (Gen. 31:42), and suggesting that Isaac had such reverential submission to the Lord that the Lord, to him, was the embodiment of fear. Usually, however, the fear of the Lord is an inducement to obedience and service: to fear God is to do His will. This equation appears most prominently in covenant contexts, especially Deuteronomy, where the appeal is to serve the Lord as evidence of proper recognition of His sovereignty. The Lord as King demands and deserves the awesome respect of His people, a respect that issues in obedient service.”  —- Eugene H. Merril

“The word most often translated in the Old Testament s Fear is the Hebrew word (transliterated as yirah) which can possibly mean fear, but also means Awe, Reverence, respect, and Devotion. A closely related Hebrew word (transliterated as yare) which can mean fearful, but also means to stand in awe, reverence or honor.”

“Knowledge: A clear and certain perception of that which exists, or of truth and fact; the perception of the connection and agreement, or disagreement and repugnancy of our ideas. Learning; illumination of mind.” — Webster 1828 Dictionary

“Discipline: Education; instruction; cultivation and improvement, comprehending instruction in arts, sciences, correct sentiments, morals and manners, and due subordination to authority. Correction; chastisement; punishment intended to correct crimes or errors” — Webster 1828 Dictionary

“Fools are persons who have no true wisdom, who follow their devices, without regard to reason, or reverence for God. Children are reasonable creatures, and when we tell them what we must do, we must tell them why. But they are corrupt and wilful, therefore with the instruction there is need of a law. Let Divine truths and commands be to us most honorable; let us value them, and then they shall be so to us.” — Matthew Henry

Proverbs 1:7 related to business: to fear (reverently respect) the Lord is how you can expect to gain wisdom. Everyone wants to succeed in life with as few failures or difficulties as possible.

I always found it interesting that, if you want to gain knowledge, you need to fear the Lord, and give Him the honor and respect due to Him.

Proverbs 1:5-7 says: “Let the wise listen and add to their learning, and let the discerning get guidance for understanding proverbs and parables, the sayings and riddles of the wise. The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge, but fools despise wisdom and instruction.”

Therefore, the fear of the Lord is the beginning of understanding anything worth knowing about.

Furthermore, fearing the Lord and understanding His word and will is how to learn what is worth understanding, and what is a waste of time. This can be understood elsewhere in the Bible.

“Fools despise wisdom and discipline”… is not only an indication of what you are if you do not fear the Lord, it also suggests that if you do not fear the Lord, you are in direct opposition to the Lord. There is no in-between. Again, this is evident elsewhere in the Bible (Mark 9:38-41)

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A Change of Subject

Hello everyone!

It’s been such a long time since I’ve been here that I’m having to re-learn the whole thing. Fun. LOL

I took a look at my about page, before updating it. Wow, things have changed.

For the moment my writing ‘career’ seems to be at a standstill.

It’s been very had to admit that – I love writing, and it helps me immensely. I will continue to write, in the hopes that I will get past this writer’s block, if that’s what you can call it. But I feel like I need to reinvent my writing style and thought process before I go on.

I wrote a few stories that seemed to be pretty epic – if also extremely flawed and full of holes of the plot variety. But that seemed to drain my writing creativity, which I never expected.

So now, I am going to move on to other things, at least for the time being. I will be sharing my study into running an Etsy shop as a Christian. What I’ve found has been extremely interesting and game-changing, so I am looking forward to sharing it with you.

Starting on Monday, I will be sharing my notes and thoughts on the subject. I hope you will join me on the journey.

Chapter Endings and Cliff-Hangers

It’s been a while since I’ve written here. To do a brief catch-up, I am doing camp NaNoWriMo this month, and my novel is titled, for now, Three Ways to Death. It’s about an assassin person who is sent to retrieve a deadly weapon from inside the minds of three comatose people. (I know, it probably sounds like Inception, but I actually have more of Interstellar on my playlist)

I haven’t been very easily inspired to write here, and I especially like it when I can write about some curiosity in writing that I feel like talking about. And I have just run into one, and so I gladly took the chance to write here, sense I’ve been wanting to do another post, but I’ve been unable to come up with something to write that I would be interested in reading.

I was just finishing my first chapter (a bit later than I liked) at the point when my character was going to go into the shared mind of the three people. I came to an interesting dilemma of how to end the chapter. Actually it wasn’t a dilemma, because I had automatically wanted to end the chapter when he left the real world, and before he was going to enter the ‘dream’ world. However, here is where I could have easily ended the chapter:

“Are you all ready?”

“You tell me,” Anear said. He then suddenly asked, “What can I expect to find when I get there? Will I actually see and communicate with Proven, Kindle and Merrick?”

“I really don’t know. Alright, if you’re ready…” she started typing on a keyboard.

Anear clenched his jaw, and closed his eye, uncertain of what to expect.

“I’m switching you over,” she said, hesitantly.

Anear heard a final button pushed and then all reality seemed to change.

The chapter could have ended here, creating a nice finish in itself. You’re left wondering what ‘reality’ will change to and what will happen next.

However, after I’d considered ending the chapter here, I decided that it didn’t actually create the tension I wanted. For one thing, it is already technically known what’s going to happen next- there can’t be that many options when you go into a shared brain thing (speaking in science-fiction terms, of course). There was also the fact that it sounded too much like many of my other chapter endings. (also, being the writer, I knew there was a twist coming later on, when the chapter would begin as I planned)

So, I went ahead and continued the chapter, finishing with:

He had experienced such a thing once, a long time ago, when he was a kid and had fallen from his family home’s balcony. When he’d woken, for several minutes nothing had made any sense; he didn’t know who or where he was and the world didn’t seem real. It was like that, only it had occurred all at once.

What followed next was the world fell away, and a drowsiness came over him that was so powerful and unexpected that he gave into it immediately.

The blackness that came afterwards was of kind unlike even the deepest sleep. There was complete nothingness with no thought. It lasted to the point that Anear could’ve been dead.

Then Anear got past the blackness, and he found himself in a different place.

Now, I’m not actually sure if it creates the same tension the other ending would have had. Finishing with a statement that Anear was in a different place is a little obvious- after all, what else would you expect? But I feel that it doesn’t expect the reader to be amazed at the change. By adding this, I have got the reader past the ‘cliff-hanger’ and now on a comfortable ledge; I’ve gone further by introducing the fact that, at the very beginning of the next chapter, he will be elsewhere. And, though I haven’t said it, the blackness is compared to being deeper than sleep, practically death, and then Anear got somewhere beyond that deathlike nothingness.

The question is now, is beginning the chapter with:

He looked around, and saw that there was a vast, stormy sea around him. It seemed to be sunset, and the light was spreading all across the sky, great powerful clouds alight in orange, deep gray and pink that seemed almost to reach the sea.

– a disappointment, or is it a good disappointment, making the reader want to go on and understand what’s happening?

Ribbons on Our Streets

I don’t actually know what the rest of the world- or at least the USA- is saying or thinks about the recent tragedy of Gregg “Nigel” Benner’s death. I live in the city where it happened- within a couple miles of it- so the perspective is different, not to mention the fact that it’s quite possible I may have seen or met this police officer. He certainly sounds like the sort of person you wish you did know.
As I was saying, I don’t know what the rest of the world is seeing, but I’m pretty sure you’ve seen a lot about Benner and this whole tragedy. Well, inevitably it will fade, and a tiny bit of you will be glad. It’s not that you don’t care, it’s just that it’s painful and other things come up.
Well, I ask that you continue praying for the family and friends, as well as his fellow police officers. And, go ahead and write down his name in your calendar in some later month, and maybe at the end of the year and well into the next, because this man is in the forefront of many peoples hearts.

Ribbons in Our Hair

These ribbons are tied all along the procession route These ribbons are tied all along the procession route

This last Thursday was the funeral for Gregg “Nigel” Benner, the first police officer in the history of our young city to be killed in the line of duty. It was a terrible tragedy. Officer Benner lost his life on Memorial Day, a dreadful irony; and our city is so young that everything seemed to work together in smooth humdrum bureaucracy, and has now grown up, as our pastor said.

A flag adorns a cherry picker along the procession route A flag adorns a cherry picker along the procession route

The community in our young, humdrum city has come together in our shock. They say we’re tight-knit. It’s funny that a city this size can be tight-knit!

Here is the memorial, that grew quickly to overflowing. Here is the memorial, that grew quickly to overflowing.

There was a procession after the funeral, with everyone encouraged to line the streets and “Stand up for Officer Benner.” Apparently the turnout was pretty…

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My Love of Writing

I’m sure it’s confusing for anyone who reads this blog consistently (or as consistently as I write here, anyway). Actually, consistency is a good way not to describe my writing here for the time being. To tell you the truth, this is the first time I’ve actually been inspired to write a post.

I know. I probably shouldn’t admit that. I should make all my readers, or anyone who stumbles on this blog, feel like reading more. Well, I’ll let you know straight and forth (apparently I’m being creative about my phrases) that I do want people to read this blog, and I like writing here. Unfortunately, my creativity just doesn’t lie in this direction. It tends to fizzle out.

A fellow writer and blogger I know of recently said, if you don’t like doing something (blogging being the example) then don’t, because sometimes the fact that you don’t like to do it is really obvious. I do like to blog, as a matter of fact, as long as I have something definite to talk about. But when she said that, it made me realize, if I can’t think of something to say, or if I don’t feel like blogging, then don’t because forcing yourself won’t help. And that is one reason why I haven’t been blogging lately, even though I feel like I really should be doing as much as I can to further my writing career- in the same way someone who is sinking gasps for air and panics before being pulled down.

Now, to get back to what I was saying at the beginning of this post, anyone who reads Felicity Prose on a regular basis is probably confused by now, because I am repeating myself. I have said all this before. I’ve told people repeatedly that I love to write, life is crazy, I don’t know where I’m going to go with my writing career, and, more recently, that I’ll have to put it on the back burner for the moment due to other creative endeavors. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if what I’m unintentionally telling people is that I’m very confused, uncertain and I certainly don’t like writing, but, if anything, I’m only delaying something inevitable.

Well, let me get it all explained now. I’ve heard quite often, and even seen on blogs recently, that sometimes a person can a gift to understand or see the world in a way that no one else can. Musicians, painters, writers, mathematicians- you name it. Even my sister, who paints, kind of does it. I’ve seen writing blogs where the person says that writing is necessary to them. Well, that’s probably one reason why it took me a while to realize I like writing, because I kept expecting there to be some moment when I would walk into a room and start creating whole stories around the people in the room. It never happened.

And then, I’m sure people really wonder about me when I say that I ‘decided’ to write a story because I felt like writing about some ‘subject’, as though I had suddenly caught a craving for chocolate. To me, that does not sound like I’m serious about what I’m talking about.

Well, writing is not necessary to me. Not as necessary as the air I breathe. But I love doing it. Sometimes it hits me. It’s not just a hobby. It’s not just something that’s caught my fancy. I actually really like doing it. Believe me, I’m lazy. I wouldn’t have even got this far, or thought about getting further, if I didn’t actually really like it. And as to writing about some subject that suddenly caught my attention, well, I don’t really have anything to say about that. I guess it’s just my method, and partly based on why I started writing in the first place. I will say that these things I ‘pick up’, I take seriously.

This is my statement of my love for writing. It’s a little odd. Inspiration for blogging doesn’t always make sense. I will say to any fellow writers (or want-to-be-writers) out there. If you’re expecting a moment when you’ll walk into a room and see characters and stories rather than a real people (basically have a genius moment) don’t wait for it. It may happen, it may not. However if you see a strangely cheerful man in a suit walk by, and you suddenly feel like writing a Ballad of the Happy Businessman, that’s good enough reason to try out writing.

Happy writing all!

A Different Side to My Life

Well, Camp NaNoWriMo is over, which actually means a lot of things. First of all, I made my goal for my story, which is technically not much of an accomplishment. I had to reduce the word count by 10,000 because I wasn’t going to make it (in other words I cheated) and I didn’t finish my story (not a first-time). Hopefully I’ll go on with it too, because I was enjoying it, even if it’s a pretty tough exercise. I write science-fiction, that’s where I’m comfortable. So, I decided to write a fairy tale, and I’m really enjoying it, but- wow- it is a change!

Now, the significance of Camp NaNo ending is that writing is a big part of my life and, I hope, some day, it will be a career, which is why I was not working on a different side of my life until April was over. Now, I will be concentrating on the other side of my life for a while, and hopefully that won’t let me stop my writing of Ion’s Way– my latest story.

Now, I’ve already given a slight introduction to the other side of my life- that is my Etsy shop. I’m taking my sewing career very seriously- really, I am, even if there are only about 4 things on my shop!

One of the things I’ve had to put off until now is a blog that I am co-writing with my sisters, who also have Etsy shops. This blog, entitled Ribbons in Our Hair, will be focusing more upon our Etsy life, our creative endeavors and probably everything else. I’m definitely hoping to be able to get to know some of the people I hope to sell to, and talk more in detail about what I make!

So please go ahead and check it out! And, especially if you know anyone who’s interested, tell them about it!

Here’s a link to our blog: https://ribbonsinourhair.wordpress.com/

And, just in case anyone is interested in checking out our individual Etsy shops, here is my elder sister (Abigail’s) Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheRaisinFairy

My other sister (Hannah) Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/Annavania

And my own Etsy shop: https://www.etsy.com/shop/SallySewing

Have fun looking around!

150 Years From Death

Okay, saying the Civil War is death is a bit drastic. It is one of the bloodiest wars, and one of the most significant events in American history, so that’s why I said today is 150 years from death- plus it sounds cool.

I knew the anniversary was coming up pretty soon, but I didn’t realize it was this soon! So I would’ve made up a different post, probably a study in the characters of some of that war’s generals, and my own opinion of them, but like I said, I forgot my days- or rather years. Anyway, a less pleasant (if that’s what you can call it at all) milestone will be coming up in about a week to mark the death of Abraham Lincoln, and maybe I’ll have something made up by then.

Today is actually an interesting day for me to look back on the strange mirroring of my life to the Civil War. 155 years ago, in 1861, the war began. 5 years later, America would be a different country. Similarly, 5 years ago I had barely any interest in the Civil War. We got a Times magazine and I remember not carrying very much about it. 5 years later, here I am- not an expert in the Civil War, but I wouldn’t mind being an expert some day. And I certainly hope I can get that Times magazine.

Now, sense I haven’t planned anything properly to commemorate this day (except a Civil War tea party tomorrow, completely accidentally planned to coincide with the war’s end) I’ll put up an excerpt from my Civil War trilogy, in partial celebration to life taking me in unexpected directions, so that I know what I do today of the Civil War.

A short synopsis of my story is that two men are sent to the past to observe a great battle in American history- Gettysburg. They’re not supposed to interfere or get involved, but of course Mark, the main character, can’t stand staying out.

I don’t generally write war or battle scenes (problematic for NaNoWriMo) but this scene is one of the bloodiest in my novel. But if you’re going to send your characters into the Gettysburg battle, they’d better come out with more than a scratch, and you’d better be ready to write it! So, here it is:

Mark listened to the sound of war awhile, for a time unmoving. But then he slowly started to come forward, his steps determined. He looked straight ahead, drawn to the battle by the captivating and forceful sounds.

Suddenly the explosions became greater around where they were. The loose dirt shook slightly with the strength of the rumbling, the edge of the hill, leading down to the main fighting, seemed to be taking a great deal of the explosions. One of the trees suddenly bent over, its roots hit by some debris. A rock went flying by, followed by several rocks, flying every which way.

Mark suddenly picked up his pace, almost going at a run, unaware of Jeremy calling to him to stop. He ran forward, trying to make it to the edge to see over and see what was happening. He wavered when some of the dirt suddenly flew up, showing the force of the hit.

The cries of men could be heard, either the cries of an attack or a retreat. Suddenly one voice could be heard above the others. It was coming nearer, suddenly very close.

Suddenly a man appeared over the ridge, running to get up the hill and away from the fighting. It was Harper, looking filthy, bloody and frightened. He had nearly made it to the top when there was another explosion- and the lower half of his body was suddenly gone.

Mark drew back violently, checked in his run. He stared in horror at the dead half of the man and then, quickly looking away, ran on in a slightly different direction.

But the enemy had apparently lifted their aim, so that Mark was immediately aware of explosions around him. Bullets, debris and huge things flew past him. He fell to the ground before he was aware that he needed to hide from the attack, and remained there, for a second too confused and frightened to do anything.

He looked around and, seeing a rock near the edge that would shield him, he quickly went for that. First he stood up, crouching low to the ground, then finding even that was a danger, as something whizzed past his ear, he crawled very low to the ground to his final destination.

Once he reached his goal there was no chance for him to relax. The guns continued to fire, hitting from all directions. It seemed that the enemy could attack from any position, and it seemed they were successfully destroying everything.

Below him Mark could see the battle raging as though it was being fought between hell-crazed demons, screaming and yelling men at each other’s throats, firing their weapons at anything that moved as quickly as they could. To Mark’s untrained, amazed eyes, the scene below looked impossibly, horribly confused. There was no telling what was happening, even the commanding officers; standing at various points did not look like they understood it completely. They went back and forth, shouting orders, watching the progress- or trying to sort it all out.

The Near Side’s uniforms were, generally, of a moss green sort, while the Far Side’s uniforms were a dark burnt gray- but mingled together there was no telling them apart. They had combined and were fighting back to back, one constant attack after another.

Somehow, in the confusion that slowly seemed to spread, Mark and Jeremy got involved. It started when one of the explosions finally managed to knock enough ground loose beneath Mark so that it crumbled beneath him. He found himself falling into the rage of the fighting and, before he understood what had happened he was responding to the immediate danger.

He picked himself up from the dirt and defended himself from a man that seemed so enraged by the appearance of the foe that he was attacking anyone that came in his way.

Mark had just received a hard knock against the head from the butt of the man’s rifle, and he had savagely struck back, when Jeremy suddenly appeared. He had seen Mark go over the side, into the depth of the battle, and rushed forward; taking the same risks Mark had to get to the edge.

The next few hours passed in a strange blur. Somehow, unwillingly, both the travelers got involved in the very thing they had been trying to avoid. They fought, but merely to save their own skins. They tried their best to stay out of the way, constantly trying to get away from the trouble but somehow never succeeding. Every time they would nearly make it back up the hill something would stop them, another, horrible explosion, a strong, angry hand, the glance over the shoulder.

And something else drew them away from safety. It was the excitement of the battle. They felt strength and adrenaline moving through their bodies, so that they were as unaware of the passing of time as they were unaware of what was really happening. They found that they could fight, very easily. Death was all around them, men lying in heaps, staring up at the sky with strange eyes, but they felt as though they couldn’t get hurt, not even by a bullet.

The sun moved across the sky, unheeded by the men fighting below. It was a hot day, still and dead. The air filled with the smell of gunfire, smoke and burning flesh, close and thick.

The hours flitted past, not showing any change in the fighting. Gradually, as the sun started to near the other side of the sky, the battle started to ebb- but it didn’t show any signs of stopping.

The shots and explosions continued ceaselessly and torturously, pushing the men on. But there were no longer any war cries. The wind had taken all such anger out of the men, only allowing them to fight on. Other cries, of despair and hopelessness rose in the air; oblivious of how dry and empty the air was of anything breathable.

Finally night started to come on, unnoticeable. The order went out to cease fighting, on both sides. But it went unnoticed for the most part, the men merely wanting to fight on until it was over.

Slowly, night settled, merely darkening the scene of the battle, so that the enemies fought on against each other in the darkness.