Author Archives: Billy David Dickson

Billy is a writer , Bible college student, radio show host, and youth worker. He has worked with young people for over ten years. His work includes teaching children youth in Bible studies, and Sunday School classes.
He currently does a radio show everyday at 6:19 E.T. on KCRO radio 660 A.M. in Omaha, Nebraska.

Today’s ( Wednesday ) Posts

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The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven The Story Behind the Story
President Obama picks a game golf rather than attend Aunt’s funeral
Heaven Is for Real, Not! ( the movie )
Bill Gothard Breaks Silence on Harassment Claims by 30 Women
Saved from Hate: An Interview with Mark Phelps, Son of Westboro Founder

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The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven The Story Behind the Story

Dear Hank,

My name is Beth Malarkey. I am the mom of Alex Malarkey who is the subject of the book The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven. I wanted to let you know that I agree, as does Alex himself, that the book is deceptive and biblically wrong…Thank you for standing for and teaching truth!
Says Beth, “These heaven books are dangerous and destructive!”
In addition, on Easter Sunday, Beth wrote a blog post titled, “The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven…not quite.” Here’s what she says in part:
I am not a medical professional. The letters after my name are M.O.M. My lessons have been learned on the road of life.

This past week a movie based off the book Heaven Is for Real came out…and [I] am strongly opposed to the movie. Let’s just say that the Burpo book and the book that has Alex’s name listed as coauthor (The Boy Who Came Back from Heaven)…have a few things in common.

It is both puzzling and painful to watch the book, The Boy who Came Back from Heaven, not only continue to sell, but to continue, for the most part, to not be questioned…. (a few strategically placed Scriptures do not make a book biblically sound).

…When Alex first tried to tell a “pastor” how wrong the book was and how it needed [to be] stopped, Alex was told that the book was blessing people.
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President Obama picks a game golf rather than attend Aunt’s funeral

President Obama did not attend the funeral of his late aunt Zeituni Onyango. Instead, he went golfing.

The New York Times reports:

After Zeituni Onyango, the woman President Obama once called Auntie, died in a South Boston nursing home this month, her closest relatives gathered her belongings at her nearby apartment. There, framed photographs of her with the president covered the wall.
( Obama Skipped Aunt’s Funeral; Went Golfing Instead )

Heaven Is for Real, Not! ( the movie )

Read the story right here.

Bill Gothard Breaks Silence on Harassment Claims by 30 Women

Read the story.

Saved from Hate: An Interview with Mark Phelps, Son of Westboro Founder

Ed Stetzer: First, tell us a little about your background.

Mark Phelps: I left my family and my father’s “church” in 1973. I graduated college in 1976 with a degree in business finance. I married my wife of almost 38 years in August 1976. We started a business in 1978.
My wife and I lost three boys to miscarriage during the first 10 years of our marriage. I began doing business consulting in 1986. We adopted two little girls, one in 1987 and one in 1992. We lost our business of 32 years in 2010, and I am currently recovering from lung disease. I look forward to continuing my consulting business when my health allows.
Ed: How did you come to understand God as you do now?

Mark: The Lord saved me during a sermon at a Bible Conference in Ashland, Kentucky, in 1965, when I was eleven years old. I left my family and my father’s “church” in 1973. My future wife, and her father and mother, were a loving support to me from the day I left my family.
If I had to take my family to court and convict them of being followers of Christ, I am not sure where I would find the evidence.
Though the fear was paralyzing, from the treatment and teachings of my father, by 1983 I was able to start thinking about God again and begin attending church again. There were a group of godly men where I was attending church. I joined their Bible study and began to slowly open my heart, and learn the truth about the Lord.
I was finally able to start formal healing therapy in 1988 and worked toward healing and restoration, overcoming the horrible pain and fear from the 19 years of living with my father. I completed formal therapy in 1994 and I was baptized again, on purpose and with great delight, in the local church I attended. Not because I believed I had to, but because I wanted to celebrate what the Lord had done in my life.
I have continued to grow in my faith and relationship with the Lord the past 20 years.
Ed: What are your thoughts on Westboro Baptist Church?
Mark: If I had to take my family to court and convict them of being followers of Christ, I am not sure where I would find the evidence.
An orange tree produces oranges. A thorn bush produces thorns. Each person is known by the fruit produced in their life, including me. The fruit of the Spirit is found in the life of a true follower of Christ.
Ed: Why do you think your family ended on the path they are on?

Mark: My father has been hateful and violent for as long as I can remember.
He made a practice of abusing his wife and children horribly. I observed and experienced the violence from my earliest memories…
When his children got older and he could no longer vent his hate by beating his children and his wife as much, he focused his hatred on the community at large.
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Yesterday ( Good Friday ) Post’s ( until next Week’s blogging )

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AN EMOTIONAL EASTER EGG STORY
Smoking Pot on Resurrection Sunday ( Easter )
Re-enact crucifixion of Christ not needed to please God
Christian broadcaster wins health care injunction
A Good Friday Spanking ( Good Friday commentary )
12 year old kid home alone when somebody breaks in

AN EMOTIONAL EASTER EGG STORY

During this Easter weekend (1999), a devoted Christian surfer to my web site sent me the following Easter Egg Story by e-mail. The story was so touching that it had a long list of recipients who had been forwarding it with a request to keep this stirring story circulating.
What was the “Real Message” behind this wonderful story?

Jeremy was born with a twisted body, a slow mind and a chronic, terminal illness that had been slowly killing him all his young life. Still, his parents had tried to give him as normal a life as possible and had sent him to St. Theresa’s elementary school. At the age of 12, Jeremy was only in second grade, seemingly unable to learn.

His teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy irritated his teacher.

One day, she called his parents and asked them to come to St. Teresa’s for a consultation. As the Foresters sat quietly in the empty classroom, Doris said to them, “Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn’t fair to him to be with younger children who don’t have learning problems. Why, there is a five-year gap between his age and that of the other students!” Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue while her husband spoke. “Miss Miller,” he said, “there is no school of that kind nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of this school. We know he really likes it here.”

Doris sat for a long time after they left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Foresters. After all, their only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn’t fair to keep him in her class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach and Jeremy was a distraction. Furthermore, he would never learn to read or write. Why spend any more time trying? As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. “Oh God,” she said aloud, “here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared with that poor family! Please help me to be more patient with Jeremy.” From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy ‘s noises and his blank stares.

Then one day he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him. “I love you, Miss Miller,” he exclaimed, loudly enough for the whole class to hear. The other children snickered, and Doris’s face turned red. She stammered, “wh-why, that’s very nice, Jeremy. Now please take your seat.”

Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children a large plastic egg. “Now,” she said to them “I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Miller!” The children responded enthusiastically – all except for Jeremy. He just listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus’ death and resurrection? Did he understand the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them.

That evening, Doris’ kitchen sink stopped up. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse and prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy ‘s parents.

The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller’s desk. After they completed their math lesson, it was time to open the eggs. In the first egg, Doris found a flower. “Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign of new life,” she said. “When plants peek through the ground we know that spring is here. “A small girl in the first row waved her arms. “That’s my egg, Miss Miller,” she called out. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up. “We all know that a caterpillar changes and turns into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that is new life, too” little Judy smiled proudly and said, “Miss Miller, that one is mine.”

Next Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that the moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom. “My daddy helped me!” He beamed. Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty! Surely it must be Jeremy ‘s, she thought, and, of course, he did not understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents. Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another.

Suddenly Jeremy spoke up. “Miss Miller, aren’t you going to talk about my egg?” Flustered, Doris replied, “but Jeremy – your egg is empty!” He looked into her eyes and said softly, “yes, but Jesus’ tomb was empty too!” Time stopped. When she could speak again. Doris asked him, “Do you know why the tomb was empty?” “Oh yes!” Jeremy exclaimed. “Jesus was killed and put in there. Then his Father raised him up!” The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.
Three months later Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, ……………….all of them empty.

Smoking Pot on Resurrection Sunday ( Easter )

DENVER (CBS4) – Colorado has seen a boom in revenues since the legalization of retail marijuana sales, but Denver’s tourism industry is especially feeling the impact this Easter weekend.
This year’s Easter holiday falls on April 20 — or 4/20 — which is also a day known across the country as an unofficial holiday for the celebration of marijuana.
( 4/20 Weekend Brings A Surge Of Tourists To Denver )

Re-enact crucifixion of Christ not needed to please God

SAN PEDRO CUTUD, Philippines (April 18, 2014) — Devotees in northern Philippine villages had themselves nailed to wooded crosses to re-enact the crucifixion of Jesus Christ as thousands of local and foreign spectators watched the bloody annual rites to mark Good Friday in Asia’s largest Roman Catholic nation.

Church leaders and health officials have spoken against the practice, which mixes Roman Catholic devotion with folk belief, but the annual rites continue to draw participants and huge crowds, particularly in northern Pampanga province.
( Billy’s thoughts I guess these folks have never read in the Bible or embraced the words of Jesus it is finished. Read the rest of the above story.)

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