Quilt / Side Show!

Yesterday Ethel and I and another quilt buddy ventured to Columbus to the quilt show. Ethel and I ALWAYS have fun. We met a new quilt friend in the parking garage, named Sherry, I hope we didn't scare her off, we can be quite obnoxious at times.  Once we got downtown, we were trying to find the parking garage, felt like we were driving in circles.  Lola, as she calls her GPS, didn't have a clue where she was going, she tried to take us by way of PA to get there.  Coming up to a stop light, I yelled "OMG LOOK," there were 3 men walking down the street in theIr tighty whiteys, and purses strapped over them. Purses made sense, where else would they have put there money. Ethel was driving and gave us a triple whip lash, cause I yelled stop, I wanted to get a picture. But my phone was in my purse trapped under the seat belt. We couldn't stop laughing, and went around the block to try to find them. It was like the Emperors New Clothes. Someone forgot to tell them they weren't finished dressing.  Not able to find them we decide to get back on track and find the garage. At another light people are lining the streets in chairs. I yelled out to them, "Whats going on?" "GAY PRIDE PARADE!" was his response. Ethel being Ethel not knowing what to say to that, leans out my window and gives a thumbs up and yells, "Good for you." 

And then we all start to crack up and look out the opposite window...... LIGHT PLEASE TURN GREEN!!!  God please help us find the garage!!!!

We did find it and the show was absolutely wonderful.  The talent some of these women have!!! The pictures I took were not worth posting, they just did not do them any justice.

I get up on this morning of the Lord, and am curious, what actually went on while we were in the show. And sad to say this is one of the articles I found.

HAVE YOU EVER VISITED A GAY PRIDE PARADE?

Coach Dave Daubenmire
June 28, 2007
NewsWithViews.com
Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do. John 8:44
I spent last Saturday at the Gay Pride parade in Columbus, Ohio. I try to go every year, at least for the past seven or so. Try as I might to avoid the confrontation there is just something inside of me that will not allow me to stay home.

There were about twenty of us who made the decision to go. For several it was the first time they had ever ventured outside the safety of their church. As is usually the case they know that it is much easier to preach to the choir about the sin of homosexuality than it is to venture into enemy held territory with the Truth of the Gospel. No matter how hard I had tried to prepare them for what they were about to experience the old saw “some things are better felt, than telt,” was most applicable to the experience.

“What is it like, Coach?” One nervous friend inquired of me on the ride over.
“Well,” I told them, “I really can’t explain it. I usually have mixed feelings. Inside, my heart is breaking for those who are trapped in that sin…convinced that God made them gay. The compassionate side of me wants to sit and weep with them over the grief they must carry. But at the same time, a side of me wants to run to the store and buy a truck of Lysol spray and fumigate the entire crowd.”

As is usually the case the men who made the trip for the first time found it to be one of the most penetrating experiences of their Christian walk. The war for the souls of men is real and at no place that I know of is the reprobate mind more on display. Trust me; the media will never show you the debauchery that passes as an “alternative lifestyle.”

The homosexual leadership, those who work iniquity, has done a great public relations job. They have convinced us that Tommy and Billy who live down the street are the real face of homosexuality. Sadly, as those who walked into the den of iniquity with us on Saturday can attest, the under-belly of sodomy is a despicable thing to see. A friend once told me that I should never go to a meat packing shop and watch hot-dogs being made. If I did, he warned me, I would never eat another hot-dog as long as I lived.

The same can be said for the sodomite parade. The “meat” on display will forever change the way you view homosexuality. Sin has no boundaries, no clutch, and no emergency brake. Once you dip your toe into the pool of sin, especially sexual sin, there is a magnetism that will not let go. The debauchery parading down our public streets is abominable.

Let me make a couple of things perfectly clear before you “appeasers of sin” stop reading. We didn’t call anyone names, we didn’t tell anyone that God hated them, and we didn’t judge their immortal soul. That was not our job. Our job was to do the will of our father. “And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto me.” John 12:32. We went to lift up Jesus.
“Well, I don’t like your approach,” a pastor once told me.
“Have you ever gone to the parade, Pastor?” I asked him?
“No I haven’t,” he smugly replied. “That is no place for a Godly man.”
“I see,” I answered. “I like the way I go a whole lot better than the way you don’t.”
Suffice it to say that we left the parade with several different observations a few of which I would like to share with you today.
Sinners do the will of their Father. Most Christians don’t. As my friend said “Coach, they love their Father more than we love ours.”
The reprobate, gay-affirming church is growing by leaps and bounds. I counted 16 different churches walking in the parade in support of sodomy.
Calling sin what it is isn’t very popular. No wonder I don’t have a church.
The homosexual crowd is getting younger and younger. Government school indoctrination into tolerance and diversity is winning the day. Fifteen year-old children have been lured into the trap.
Every school teacher, every principal, every school board member should be required to attend the parade to see where the promotion of diversity is taking our children. It ain’t pretty, unless men dressed as women, and “dykes on bikes” is what you want for your child.
Those who cry for tolerance are the least tolerant. Truth is hate to those who hate the Truth.
No pastor in America should be able to speak-out against homosexuality until he views first hand the perversity he claims to abhor.
The lawless hate God. The name of Jesus is an affront to sinners. The crowd cheered the apostate churches as they displayed their man-made signs declaring their man-man opinion of Jesus’ acceptance of sin. They cursed and spat upon those who held a sign that displayed the Word of God, “If a man also lie with mankind, as he liveth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination.”
I am confused. If same-sex couples are attracted to the same sex why are all of the women, manly, and all of the men, girlie? Shouldn’t a lesbian be attracted to a feminine woman? Why are most of them Rosie look alikes? Shouldn’t a homosexual man be attracted to a masculine man? Why are so many of them Richard Simmons clones?
For the most part the church is irrelevant to sinners. Most of the homosexuals grew up in church. Why do they now hate it so much?
Christian men are afraid to stand up for Jesus. They act just like women, striving to be “nice” to everyone. They won’t fight for their communities, won’t protect their children from indoctrination, and won’t storm the gates of hell.
The Columbus Police Department is in the pocket of the homosexual lobby. Women with naked breasts, men with bare butts, and simulated sex-acts filled the parade as the police focused on our signs in fear that the Word of God “might offend someone.” Go downtown today, pull down your pants, and moon the passers-by and see how long it takes to get handcuffed and charged with indecency. Indecency is the theme of the Gay Parade, under the watchful eye of those sworn to protect and defend.
The most memorable scene in the parade was the “gay-men’s flag corps” prancing in formation as they swirled their pink (I’m not kidding) flags as simultaneously the “dykes on bikes” dressed in jeans and jackets rode along side protecting the prissy-boys. “Wow,” I thought to myself, “talk about role reversals.”
I could go on, but that is enough “hate speech” for one commentary.
As we were leaving the parade one of our first-timers, filled with indignation at what had just paraded down the streets of our capitol city, turned to our group and said, “Next year we need to show up with 1000 men. Better yet, let’s have a Christian Pride-parade. Let’s get all of the churches together and stand up for Jesus.”
“Right,” said a sarcastic veteran of the trip into Sodom. “Good luck. Most churches wouldn’t march with the church down the street because they don’t agree with their doctrine.”
“Isn’t it interesting,” another guy chimed in. “Churches spend thousands of dollars traveling to the foreign mission field to get pagans saved, and today there were 45,000 lost souls marching down High Street in broad daylight.”
“I’ve been to Guatemala on a mission trip,” another piped in. “Let me tell you, this ain’t Guatemala. This was scary. Man, I’m afraid America is in trouble.”

I'm glad I was inside, and missed this.
I hope I don't offend anyone, but TRUTH IS TRUTH, be it my Truth or your Truth, we WILL find out in the end.  I love you all, and would love you all the way to Christ given the opportunity.
Now I'm off to church to pray for you all.
Happy Fathers Day!