I have two vehicles which are completely paid for. So when I moved from AL to LA, I wasn't expecting a huge SALES TAX on my vehicles. Evidently, I paid 4% tax in AL on my cars, so Mandeville, LA, has an 8% tax. According to their books, I owe them the difference (another 4% sales tax) on an item I bought in another state. I thought of a few choice words when I discovered this, such as "extortion," "corruption," "unfair," and "you've gotta be kidding."But then I remembered something my Lord taught years ago. He was approached by the Pharisees, who asked:
Matthew 22:17-21
17 "Tell us then, what do You think? Is it lawful to give a poll-tax to Caesar, or not?"
18 But Jesus perceived their malice, and said, "Why are you testing Me, you hypocrites?
19 "Show Me the coin used for the poll-tax." And they brought Him a denarius.
20 And He said to them, "Whose likeness and inscription is this?"
21 They said to Him, "Caesar's." Then He said to them, "Then render to Caesar the things that are Caesar's; and to God the things that are God's."
God expects me to pay taxes! I am subordinate to this government. Paul wrote in Romans 13:5-7: "Therefore it is necessary to be in subjection, not only because of wrath, but also for conscience' sake. For because of this you also pay taxes, for rulers are servants of God, devoting themselves to this very thing. Render to all what is due them: tax to whom tax is due; custom to whom custom; fear to whom fear; honor to whom honor." We teach the principles of submission all the time. When it comes time to LIVE the principles we realize why they had to be taught - because sometimes it's just not easy.
Of course, I'd be cool if the government would STOP bleeding us dry. But until then, I'll pay what I owe.
God bless,
Nathan
REMEMBER: Tomorrow's reading is LUKE 1
Does the thought of reading excite you or bore you? You may be among those who don't salivate when they walk into a library. Then it may depend on the type of book as to your level of excitement. I have a close friend who is an avid reader, but she mainly reads fiction. I should say, she DEVOURS fiction. But when it comes to things like self-help books, non-fiction, and the Bible, she slows way down. I have another friend who reads self-help books exclusively.
In the middle of the night, rain pouring down outside, beating on the window just feet from where I lay, I heard a PING...PING...PING coming from the hall. There's a little door in the hall which accesses the air conditioner unit. The sound was coming from inside. I opened the door to find quite a volume of water dripping from a hole above the air conditioner. You know, if it never rained, I never would have noticed the leaky roof. There would have been no problem.
I have a 1998 Ford Windstar, and my "check engine soon" light has been on for a couple of years. Yes, I said "years." I had it checked out when it first came on and the mechanics hooked up a little computer to the van and ran diagnostics. They told me it was a valve which controls the oxygen richness mixing with the fuel. They said I would get better gas mileage if I got it fixed...and at some point my van would just start dying on me. Well, now it's dying more and more often. Sometimes in traffic, which is not a good thing.
So my family has been sick for about three weeks, off and on. What's the deal? Are we allergic to our new house? Are our immune systems shot from the stress of moving? Or is there a deeper issue at work here?
Last night my little girl threw up...all over me...all over the carpet in her room. Yes, it was nasty and it smelled really bad. Yes, I had to clean it up. My wife took care of the little girl while I took care of the mess. I turned off the lights in the hall and headed back to the living room.
God is light, and in Him there is no darkness (1 John 1:5). We are children of light because we are children of God. We walk as He walks. His light illuminates our path. His word is a lamp to our feet and a light to our path (Psalm 119:105).
Yesterday I was listening to a radio program on human rights issues in Congo. There's a lady who works over there to discover and document warlords who are raping, murdering, and plundering to their hearts' desires. One of the stories she shared was horrifying. An old man was late getting to a village celebration. As he approached, he saw a group of men with guns surrounding all the villagers. He hid in the bushes to see what was going on. They made everyone take off their clothes and then separated the men and boys from the women and girls. They tied up the men and boy's hands and led them away into the jungle. The old man followed because he had to know what they were going to do. They made all the males lie face down and then proceeded to bash in their skulls with clubs. The old man returned to his village badly shaken and crying.
1 Peter 1:1-2
