“When I became a father, my whole sense of God and the Sabbath was redefined. When I look into the eyes of my son, Prince, and daughter, Paris, I see miracles and I see beauty. Every single day becomes the Sabbath. Having children allows me to enter this magical and holy world every moment of every day. I see God through my children. I speak to God through my children. I am humbled for the blessings He has given me.” Michael Jackson

Because I love the idea of 0lightsourced’s Murasaki being a mom, I’ve decided to write about how he can be!


“Goodbye Momma Mura!” hollered little Michael as he left for the school bus, backpack on his shoulders and smile on his face. The rest of the children echoed Michael, waving goodbye to the male standing in the doorway, his tail swaying lightly.

“Bye kids! Be safe!” hollered Murasaki, waving back to them. They all said they would, and once they were safe on the bus, the cat boy gave one more wave before heading back inside. “Now… Time to clean up this mess.” Murasaki began to pick up the toys left around the house, putting them back into the toy bin he had in the living room. He followed the trail of havoc to the kitchen, all while humming and smiling.

The remnants of breakfast could be seen in the kitchen, with eggs on the floor and orange juice on the counter. The rest was on Murasaki’s apron, but he had just laughed at the incident. “Mistakes happen! Don’t get upset!” Poor Brianna nearly broke down from guilt. The big hug stopped that meltdown though.

Smiling as he put on the apron that had enough stains to be a Jackson Pollock painting, Murasaki began to do the dishes. “Getting fired from the company was the best thing to happen…” muttered the cat, his eyes wandering to the fridge, covered in artwork from the children. Amongst the finger paintings and crayon sketches, a newspaper ad that Aoi had hung up peeked out. The sight of it made Murasaki smile, going back to his cleaning.

The ad read, “Need a breather from the kids? Someone to watch them while you’re at work? Call and ask about Mama Mura’s Daycare!”

Michael is dying his hair today! :-) *kill bill sirens* *children screaming* *buildings burning* so excited to see how it turns out !

On this day - 18th May 2009 Several artists displaying their work at the Beverly Hills Art Festival this weekend reported that Michael and his children made a visit. He showed interest in several of the paintings.

chubkat asked:

my boy michael or the fool sam

Oh bOY
Michael because God seems to care more about the Winchesters than his own children and Im sure they’ll find a way to bring him back they always do

Send me two characters and I’ll tell you who I’d rather save if they were drowning

Fort Lauderdale Fishing Happy Day Today

Fishing Fort Lauderdale on Happy Day Today with Capt. Zsak

John Weisman from Iowa along with his wife, Mary, and two children, Michael and Sierra, chartered the Topshotfishig team to do some deep sea sport fishing in Fort Lauderdale, FL.  Winds were out of the east at 7-10 mph, seas running 3-4 ft., temperature in the mid 80’s.   

As John and his family boarded the boat, Michael asked if he could catch a Shark.  I told him that if the fish gods would let him play with one, he will.  Fifteen minutes after leaving the dock, lines were in 120 ft. of water by the sea buoy in Fort Lauderdale, FL, 1.8 miles from shore. 

We started off trolling with two plainers down, one with an orange and purple sea witch in front of a double hooked Bonito strip and the other with a 3 ½ blue reflector drone spoon.  For surface baits we had two Ballyhoos and two Bonito strips.  As we trolled the reefs, ranging from 80 ft. of water out to 160 ft, the family reeled in four Kingfish, three Bonitos and two Tunas. 

It was now time to switch over to Shark fishing.  I went out to 380 ft. of water putting out a surface, bottom and midrange Shark baits, along with one kite with two live Goggle Eyes.  Michael sat there saying, “here fishy fishy, come up Shark”.  A while later a dorsal fin circled one of the kite baits and ate one of the Goggle Eyes.  As line screamed off the reel, Michael hopped into the fighting chair to start his journey on his quest.  Forty-five minutes later, Michael brought the estimated 280 lb Hammerhead Shark to the boat for picture taking, and David, our mate, released the Shark to do battle again. 

With the Shark free and Michael happy with his accomplishment, it was time to head back to the dock; the anglers went into the a/c salon for the ride back to the Bahia Mar Marina at 801 Seabreeze Blvd. Fort Lauderdale 33316.  

For a successful and adventurous deep sea fishing charter Fort Lauderdale FL for Sailfish, Shark, Bonito, Mackerel, Swordfish, Snapper, Wahoo, Tuna, Mahi Mahi and Grouper contact Captain Zsak. - 954-309-7457 or email us at tzsak@bellshouth.net   Website:  www.topshotfishing.com.   http://dlvr.it/9wbh1J #fishing

Reed, Donald E.
#Figureskate #CathyReed [Herald & Review]Shirley Moeller has been Don’s girlfriend since 1989. Surviving are his daughter: Cathy Reed of Decatur, IL; his son: Michael Reed of Decatur, IL; his step-children: Jim (Judy) Moeller of Poplar Bluff, MO, and Lynnette (Scott) Logan of Evansville …


This week’s second guest post is from one of my favorite people on this planet. Michael Minkoff currently serves as the President of the Nehemiah Foundation for Cultural Renewal, whose mission is to rally support for Christian artists, facilitate the creation of excellent art, hone the church’s involvement in culture, and reach the lost with the beauty of the Gospel.  I have personally been edified and encouraged by Michael’s incredible wisdom, both through many a late night conversation and the art he so faithfully produces and creates.  It has been such a blessing to walk with him and call him a brother the past few years.  Michael lives with his wife, Vanessa, and their five children in Marietta, GA.  Enjoy!


by Michael Minkoff, Jr.

I’m sure it’s not a unique circumstance, but sometimes I don’t know what Jesus is talking about. The disciples ask a question or make some kind of apparently ignorant remark, and often times I have no idea how Jesus’ response relates to their question.

I don’t think Jesus is being intentionally cryptic. But, like the disciples, I am dense.

John 14 contains a few examples of this kind of interchange between Jesus and the disciples, so it offers us an opportunity to get straightened out. I think if we understood better how Jesus’ answers satisfied the questions we should be asking, we might know how many of our “unanswered” questions (and prayers) have either been answered outside our limited understanding, or perhaps the questions have been improperly framed.

In His Father’s House

Jesus begins the chapter by calming fears that may not have arisen yet. It’s Jesus, not the disciples, who is contemplating death, so it’s natural that Jesus’ mind would be focused on the afterlife. The disciples? Not so much.

This begins a thread that continues throughout the chapter. Jesus invites the disciples into himself—into his own space. He is about to die. He wants the disciples to share this place with him. Because he wants them to live with him then and after. He begins unpacking what that means.

What is the significance of the Father’s house having many rooms? Why does Jesus emphasize it? He even says, “If it were not so, I would have told you.” What?

We began with little fear or concern with the afterlife, and it is almost as if Jesus’ statements generate fear and concern: “Wait. What? What do you mean, you’d tell me if it were otherwise? What would it mean if it were otherwise? Would that be really bad? I wasn’t even worried about this.”

What would it mean if the Father’s house had only one dwelling place? Well, that would mean the Father’s house would look a whole lot like the Holy of Holies. Meaning we wouldn’t be invited. Jesus might be invited, as the High Priest prefigured. But we, the unwashed masses, would be out. Jesus assures us: we have a place with the Father because Jesus wants to be with us. So he’s preparing some rooms just for us in the Father’s house.

How Will We Know the Way?

Throughout the chapter, space and being are conjoined. This is what happens when the eternal and the temporal join together in the person of Jesus: where you are and who you are ends up looking like the same thing somehow.

The disciples, like us again, don’t quite get it. Thomas asks, “So, we have no idea where you are going. How will we know the way?” Can you draw us a map or something? Maybe leave us one of Elijah’s chariots?

Jesus’ response refocuses the discussion from time and space to eternity and being: I am the way.

John 14:6 is often quoted on its own as a token of the exclusivity of salvation through Jesus. That’s a true interpretation, but it feels like about half the story in context.

Jesus is the way. Jesus is also the destination. This is not a narrowing concept in context, because Jesus is not narrow. Remember, the Father’s house has many rooms. The church, Christ’s body, the Father’s house, is not made up of one room, one part, one experience. It has many rooms. This is confirmed in Paul’s discussion of the body of Christ—one head, many members (1 Cor. 12:1ff). The church doesn’t sing in unison throughout time. We sing in harmony.

Jesus continues this discussion of identity exploring the interpenetration of identity within the church and the Godhead. There is not a mingling going on here as such. The rooms are distinct. This isn’t a collective emptying into the univocal oversoul in Nirvana. Each one of us is, and remains, distinct. Yet the Father is in the Son. The Son is in the Father. And the Son is in us. And we are in the Son. What a gloriously mystifying concept of identity! It is almost incomprehensible in a temporal framework. So it makes sense, since we are creatures of time, that we should have trouble grasping it. The disciples also felt perplexed.

The Father Will Be Sufficient, Right?

Philip says, “Can we simplify this a little? Just show us the Father. That’ll be sufficient.”

I love Jesus’ response. “I have! You’ve seen me, haven’t you?” Right. He brings this back to the Father’s house by talking about how we abide or live with the Father through obedience. Just like he did. It was through perfect obedience that Jesus evidenced the Father in him.

I love the fact that Jesus connects our rest with our works here, as if the paradox of individual and community were not puzzling enough. Now he brings up the paradox of will and submission, which of course is integrally linked to our concept of identity.

We show we are individual, like Jesus, in that we do what we please. We show that we are in the Father and the Father is in us, in that we do what He pleases. It is in Jesus, that what we please and what God pleases is joined together.

We dwell and rest with the Father when we actively pursue his will. Mind-boggling. But no more so than any of the temporal-eternal juxtapositions Jesus has liberally sprinkled throughout this discussion. We will dwell in the Father’s house. We will be the Father’s house. Which is it? Yes.

Wuh Happened?

Judas (not Iscariot) then asks another question. “What happened? Something must have tweaked reality if we will be able to see you and the world won’t.”

Judas has a point. If we, the densest people in the world, can see Jesus, and the wisest of the world cannot, something crazy must have happened.

More than likely this question arose from Jesus’ statement:

“After a little while the world will behold me no more; but you will behold me; because I live, you shall live also.”

So the world ends, then? Everyone else is going to die? Is that why they won’t see you anymore? It’s a natural question in the most direct sense of the word. Jesus’ answer … you guessed it … is supernatural. “No, Judas, the where will not change. The who will. Which amounts to the same thing from who I’m standing.”

Spiritual vs. Physical?

It’s really tempting to think Jesus’ answers are uselessly metaphysical/mystical mumbo jumbo. They’re not. They just sound that way to us because we’re accustomed to using spiritual salve to ignore tangible maladies. In our “excess” of faith, we often end up being faithless. I hear it all the time: the dichotomy of spiritual and physical. I think this is a false dichotomy. The assumption is that spiritual things have no tangible reality. That’s not biblical. It’s natural to think that. But natural thinking usually doesn’t help us become where Jesus is.

Like us, the disciples asked natural questions and drew natural conclusions: Where are you going? How do we get there? If you want us to see the Father, show us the Father. How can my eyes see you, if other eyes can’t see you?

All of Jesus’ responses are spiritual. And in a world immured in Christianese, spiritual answers feel like cop-outs sometimes. They feel like the “Be warmed and be filled” so-called disembodied faith that James condemns. That kind of faith breeds doubt.

Thomas certainly fell prey to it. He didn’t want a merely spiritual inner vision. He wasn’t satisfied with the lofty idea of the resurrection. He wanted to put his callused finger into the wounds of Jesus’ tangible resurrection body.

Lest we condemn him, we know we’re similar. He didn’t display a lack of faith so much as a lack of patience. I too want location. I too want evidence. I too want the God of the dust more than I want a God of the ether. Jesus understands this. That’s why he commanded Thomas to touch him when the time came. It’s why he ate broiled fish. It wasn’t that he never wanted us to see. He just wants us to wait. Faith and hope are about that waiting. They have an expiration date—the end of history as we know it.

Jesus never said faith would never turn to sight. He is just calling us to wait in hope. But hope is not resignation, fear, and worry. He calls more blessed those who believe without seeing than those who believe on sight. But he doesn’t say the latter belief is false. And he also never said that the former faith would remain eternally sightless.

Jesus intends to bring the temporal and the eternal together. That’s the point: the eternal reality is a tangible reality in Jesus. He is the eternal Word made manifest.

Like the disciples, we are not yet where we need to be to touch it. Or, more precisely, we are not yet who we need to be. Jesus is the way.

Michael Schumacher's Wife Sells Off His $40m Private Jet And Holiday Mansion As 'He Won't Use Them Again'

 Michael Schumacher was left disabled after a ski accident in December 2013 that caused major brain injuries which doctors say he will never fully recover from. According to new reports, Schumacher’s wife Corina has sold his $40 million private jet and a holiday mansion in Norway after accepting the formula legend won’t be able to use them again. Insiders say his rehabilitation is not progressing.

Michael was worth over $600m before the devastating accident left him unable to function. He still can’t speak and is immobile. Corina, who manages his empire, is reportedly also planning to sell another family home in France, where Michael and his children were staying before the ski accident.

The family currently lives in their mansion in Switzerland which has been specially adapted for the 47 year Formula 1 legend with a team of doctors, nurses and technicians working around the clock.Nigerian and World News providing global current Nigerian and World news online. Read more »


Anonymous asked you:I know you are absolutely swamped with prompts (lol that kinda rhymed) but whenever you get the chance I would love to see an ahot6 where Michael has been secretly volunteering at a children’s shelter? like he goes there and plays with them and all the kids love him but he didn’t want to tell the others because he was afraid they would tease him for being soft or something

AN: AWWW cute idea was cute!:)

Title: Volunteer

Ship: AHOT6

Warnings: just mentions of neglected children and abused children, nothing big.


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#Figureskate #CathyReed [Herald & Review]Shirley Moeller has been Don’s girlfriend since 1989. Surviving are his daughter: Cathy Reed of Decatur, IL; his son: Michael Reed of Decatur, IL; his step-children: Jim (Judy) Moeller of Poplar Bluff, MO, and Lynnette (Scott) Logan of Evansville …