Bøger af Jerry Beasley

Let's assume that the Bible is historically true. A global flood buried sea creatures and land creatures on every continent leaving tons of fossils in layers of sedimentary strata. The Ark landed somewhere in the Mountains of Ararat around 2350 BC, but it hasn't been found. Can you handle that so far? What happened next?Take a deep breath.Noah floated down the Aras or the Euphrates River and began farming and raising animals with his family. Where? Look for a pre-pottery Neolithic settlement that has farming and ranching at its lowest level. Maybe Çayönü, near Karacadağ.Was this Babel, so far north? Which came first anyway, settlements or Babel? We must solve that puzzle before the Bible and archeology have any hope of agreement. Tradition has kept us from seeing the obvious. Babel is the key, and it wasn't Babylon.How could we have been so blind? The amazing Urban Revolution was the most significant event of the Early Bronze Age. The Ubaid and Uruk Periods spread out from two cities in Sumer and left clear cultural traces over hundreds of miles. In the Bible, Babel was the revolutionary city that was mentioned, and it was also in Sumer, a.k.a., Shinar. Could they have been the same? Have we located Babel? That changes everything. If theologians could get past Babylon and archeologists could loosen up on their dates, it's hard to imagine where this could go.The Ark was made of wood, and wood rots. Babel was made of bricks. It remained undisturbed for over 4100 years, until it was first excavated in 1855. Take a stroll through the past and get acquainted with your parents, O children of Noah.

They seldom smile or they laugh too long, too loud. They are at the center of activity, effectively leading to accomplish goals or they are quiet at the perimeter, contributing little. Pretty, handsome, well-groomed, simple, plain; age, gender, socioeconomic standing-nothing appears to be a common factor. The sense of non-entity, loneliness, namelessness can happen to anyone, at any time, and for any length of time. Everyone is vulnerable. It's part of being a human being.Before retiring from teaching, Jerry Beasley observed the void, the emptiness in some of the high school students in her classroom, as well as in teaching peers and administrators. She witnessed the same emotional abyss in relatives, church family, neighbors, and friends, wordlessly screaming out for someone to pay attention, to care, to emotionally involve themselves, to name them as a peer, a friend, a family member, a mentor.Times of despair come for everyone, but the God that created us is always with us. He will not forsake us. He will offer us the peace that passes all understanding. Peace that comes with having nothing between Him and us. When we seek professional or pastoral help, we need to remember He is only a prayer away.About the AuthorJerry Beasley lives with her husband, Jim, in Hutchinson, Kansas, where they raised their son and two daughters. Jerry and Jim have been married fifty-eight years and are proud grandparents of ten grandchildren and seven great-grandchildren. Jerry is a magna cum laude graduate of Chris Business College in Anaheim, California, where the couple lived during a Marine Corp tour of duty. She also graduated from Hutchinson Community College and Sterling College. She taught history and government at the high-school level until her retirement. She has been an active member of the Youth Advisory Council of Orange County, Civil Air Patrol, Improving Community Education for Reno County, secretary and treasurer for Big Brothers, Court-Appointed Special Advocate volunteer, member of the National Officials of Golden Gloves of America, and office manager for the Golden Gloves national tournaments. She has also been active in church and school-related activities, including serving as chairman of the Grove School Board. In 1994, Jerry received the Church Life Award as an outstanding woman of service from the Kansas-Nebraska Conference of Women's Ministry and in 1995 she was listed in the book Notable Adventist Women of Today.

THE ROADA late gust of autumn wind deepens the chill in an apprehensive hunting guide as he chugs along a nearly invisible road in the Texas Hill Country wilderness searching for a lost hunter. Jeremy Bentley, star salesman at the threshold of executive status, suddenly finds himself at the threshold of losing everything if he can't find Bill.Bill isn't just any lost hunter. He may be a prankster, a drunk, or a greenhorn frantically searching for a way back to New York City. At twilight as shots ring out, tragedy looms for both men, but an unnatural prowess provides an unusual rescue and, perhaps, a redemption. Jerry Beasley started writing stories when he was nineteen, just about the time he gave up singing in Texas honky-tonks and being the next James Dean in Hollywood, CA. He traveled the world for forty years selling oilfield pipe and tubing, making friends (and, perhaps a few enemies), but never gave up his love of storytelling. The Road is the first in an upcoming collection of adventures set on a ten-thousand-acre ranch in the Texas Hill Country.