And he said, Behold now, my lords, turn in, I pray you, into your servant's house, and tarry all night, and wash your feet, and ye shall rise up early, and go on your ways. And they said, Nay; but we will abide in the street all night.(Gen. 19:2)

Our church had a workshop on sexual abuse and physical abuse and how the church could assist in this plight against women and men alike.

One of the speakers referred to Gen.19:2 and indicated that the term "wash your feet" was sexual in intent. He furthered explained that the the term meant come in and have intercourse with my daughters.

I strongly disagree with this on every turn. The term "washing of the feet" was a way of offering the traveler to cleanse his feet after journeying so long on the dusty roads. As walking was the main transportation, along with horse, mule, and possibly camels. But walking was the transportation of choice in those days.

It just reminds me more that we as Christians have to read and study for ourselves in order to gain understanding of the Word. My thoughts go out to those that have not studied or may have been new into Christianity and heard this man refer to feet washing as being sexual and then they would walk out with that information believing it to be fact.

It is important to read, study, and understand the Word. Proper Bible Study should always be done with a Bible Dictionary, a regular dictionary, a concordance, and possibly an Atlas. All these can be found free on the Internet. I have several favorite resources on-line, the Blueletterbible.com is my #1 choice, because I have the Audio Bible, concordance, numerous commenataries, and various versions of the Bible. ALL FREE.

I now understand why most pastors are very careful who stands in their pulpits and teaches and preaches the Word of God.

I just wanted to send this blog out to warn against false teachings and to be knowledgeable yourself on what the word of God is stating.

I am attending Bible Seminary and am in the process of deep study of the Word of God, and I don't know a lot of the Word and that's why I decided to study. But I know that the "washing Of the Feet" isn't right. My question to the teacher is if "Washing of the Feet", was a sexual thing then what was Jesus doing washing the feet of the disciples? Jesus DID NOT wash the feet of disciples with sexual intent and to me it's blasphemous to indicate that He did.

We have to stop being lazy as Christians and really give God time in our day to day lives to study His Word.

My thoughts on the Subject,
Angel Girl

During the current events with the Katrina evacuees my heart goes out to all the victims of this horrible hurricane and my prayers go out for them. However I am frustrated with the cities that the evacuees are being displaced to. I have been laid off now for a year. I was formerly a corporate manager and right now the jobs for these types of managers are slim to none due t the fact that most companies hire from within for management positions.

The evacuees came into town and were given good jobs without i.d., and just based on trust. Again I don't have any fault with the evacuees because they were left with nothing, but you have people like myself that have been unemployed, facing homelessness, and poverty. My point is, take care of home first before you jump up and want to take care of someone else.

I guess I just feel cast aside by my own city.

The year 2002 was horrific for me. As I look back on that time in my life, I become very melancholy. But then I think of how far I have come since 2002.

In July 2002 my mother finally succumbed to complications of diabetes and renal failure. I remember getting the call as I was in the car from my sister. I felt numb. I had just left her hospital room in Kansas City and had flown back to Atlanta, Georgia. My husband reached out and held my hand for comfort. I couldn't cry, I just rode in the car towards home, feeling displaced in some way. Here I am in my 40's and I felt like an orphan. Crazy, huh?

The days following that moment seemed very mechanical. I had purchased a dress in my mom's favorite color as all of my siblings had also done and booked a flight back to KC. The services were beautiful, but again, I just couldn't believe that this was happening. I remained strong for the rest of the family, but on the inside I was being torn apart.

August-October 2002 passed like quick-sand. I felt as if I was just moving through the details of life like a proverbial robot. I couldn't get a handle on the feelings that I was having. I buried myself in my work and tried not to think of mom being gone.

I had become a work-a-holic of sorts. Nothing mattered but work. I worked as late as possible, being one of the managers of a major corporation.

November was here before I knew it. I had already begun to think about Christmas, which was my favorite time of year since my birthday also falls the day after Christmas, I found some happiness in the month's activities. I had no idea that my life was about to go through a tsunami of pain.

November 6, 2004 the alarm clock went off for my husband and I to get up and go to work. We worked in the same office. In fact that is how we met. At work. some people asked all the time, if it bothered my husband and I working together, living together, and worship together and we both would always reply "no". He worked in one side of the office and I worked in the other, and we only met up when it was time for lunch. It worked out great.

We got up that morning like every other morning prior to that day. I'm not a morning person and my husband was, so he got up and went into the master bathroom. I heard him go in since my back was turned against him. He came out and made the comment "Don't fall back to sleep or we'll be late. So GET UP." I remember mumbling something to him, irritated that he was bothering me while I was trying to get another few inks in.

I heard him walk towards the bedroom door to proceed downstairs to the guest bathroom, leaving the master bath for me to get ready for work. I heard his footsteps stop and I heard a strange noise, like he was clearing his throat. Then I heard him gasp and I thought that he must have just swallowed the wrong way and was about to cough. Still my back was turned against him. As he came back to the foot of the bed he fell across my feet. I knew this was serious and I jumped out of bed screaming to him, "Baby, what's wrong?" His eyes had rolled back into his head and he was gasping for air. Fear gripped me like never before. It was awful. I hesitated for just moment trying to determine if he was choking on something or if something else was on. I pushed the panic buttons on the security alarm panel, which automatically dialed the police, fire department, and ambulance all at the same time. AS I began to give my husband CPR the security alarm company began calling on the house phone to verify the emergency. I ran over to the end table and pressed the speaker button and explained to the operator that I could not talk to her because I was performing CPR on my husband.

The operator understood and said that she would stay on the line with me until help arrived. I knew that the emergency crew could not get in if I did not run down and unlocked the door. I ran downstairs, unlocked the door, and ran back to my husband and proceeded in continuing the CPR.

Help finally arrived, soon our bedroom was full of people. I didn't want to stop administering CPR to my husband. My arms hurt and I was tired, but I kept at it. One of the techs pulled me off my husband and pushed me toward a policeman, who pulled me into the living room and began asking me all sorts of questions.

I couldn't concentrate on any of the questions being posed to me. All I could think about is my husband lying in there without and a team of specialists were working on him. It seemed like it took them forever.

I felt faint. This just was not happening to us. We were in love and happy. We laughed everyday. Why was this happening? When I saw one of the paramedics come out of the bedroom and I saw the look on her face, I knew. He was gone. It just didn't feel real. How can you be laughing one minute and talking one minute and then just be gone, just like that? This wasn't happening.

The days that followed deep depression set in. I couldn't eat, sleep, or even get up to shower. I laid on his pillows just to catch his scent. I would play our songs on CD and place his favorite songs on "repeat" so that it would play continuously. I wanted to die and be with him. I was angry with God. My husband was a pastor and had just received his first pastor assignment. God could not be this cruel, I thought.

I remember one day crying like I always did, only this time I began talking very angrily to God. "How could you take him?", "How do I go on?" I recall telling God, "You made him break a promise to me, He said that we would grow old together." Just then the Lord spoke to my spirit. We weren't to grow old together in body, but in spirit. My husband did not die without taking a part of me with him, and I didn't stay behind without having a part of him with me always. At that moment I began to eat, shower, and live again. It has been one of the hardest trials in my life, but I can tell others who are going through that there is a light at the end of tunnel and eventually you will be able to live again. Everyone has his own pace. Hopefully my experience of pain of this magnitude will assist someone else who is experiencing the same thing. You will eventually be alright. It may not seem that way now, but soon you will live again. If I made it over, so will you.