You Know How Kids Are

By Michelle Rocker

Finding out I was pregnant with my fourth child has been interesting, especially experiencing it from my sons' viewpoints. My two-year old daughter simply points to my stomach and says "baby," but the boys have some serious questions and observations. The subject of fat stomachs seems to be their favorite.

On the way to a doctor's appointment, the subject came up again. Brett, my 8 year old, pulled up his shirt, and said, "See, Mom, I have a fat stomach."

To which I responded, "No, you don't, honey."

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "It's because I suck it in like this." He pulled up the back of his shirt. "It pushes the fat into my back. See? That way no one knows I'm fat."

Great theory, but unfortunately all my stomach muscles are shot after carrying the fourth one, and my back has too much fat already as it is. But I told him I was happy it worked for him.

Six-year old Nolan watched and started giggling.

"But, Brett's tummy isn't fat like Mommy's tummy."

"No, Nolan," I responded with clenched teeth, "it isn't like Mommy's. But that is because Mommy is going to have a baby, right?"

"Oh, yeah," he said.

By the time we walked into the doctor's office, I was feeling quite pudgy, and was anxious to get this over with. The boys' regular doctor was not in, so they had to see a substitute. He walked in, and was great with the kids. The boys laughed and teased with him. Just as the doctor was fixing to leave, I saw Nolan staring at the doctor's potbelly.

"Please, God, no!" I thought, but oh, yes. Before I could get to Nolan, he walked right up to the doctor and patted his belly.

"Say, you have a fat tummy, too." Nolan smiled up at the doctor.

I was frozen, red-faced, and speechless. Gulping loudly, I walked over to Nolan, and pulled him away from patting the doctor's belly.

"You, uh, have to understand, uh, that I'm pregnant, so there has been lots of talk about tummies," I stuttered. Rolling my eyes, I continued, valiantly trying to think of something brilliant or funny to say, but all I came up with was, "You know how kids are."

The doctor laughed and said he had three of his own. He then proceeded to pat Nolan's head and say, "You know, I could stand to lose a little weight, huh?"

I frantically grabbed Nolan's shoulder and squeezed as he nodded his head. Let's just say, I made it out of the doctor's office in record time with three children. We all know how kids can be.

Does God look at us and understand us like we understand our kids? Does He love us dearly, but often cringes over the things we say and do? We rest in the fact that God’s love for us overcomes our “kid-like” behavior at times!

Michelle Rocker writes from Hobe Sound, Florida. mmrocker@bellsouth.net

White Out

By Beverly Hill McKinney

Many times the Lord has affirmed His love to me, but the following incident reassured me that once again He is my protector.

“Lord, protect us!” I cried.

White covered my windshield as I tried to maneuver my car through the raging blizzard.

The morning had started out with low-slung grey clouds. I had checked the weather report and although cloudy, all reports said the day would be overcast only, with snow probably arriving the following day.

I had promised a group of women from our church that I would drive them to a women’s meeting approximately thirty miles away. It would be an afternoon and evening of fellowship for us.

Our church had received an invitation to a large women’s meeting in Klamath Falls and six ladies decided to attend. After gathering at the church and having a short time of prayer, we set off for the meeting.

My husband, Jim, was the pastor of a small church 30 miles outside of Klamath Fall, Oregon. Our church was located in a large valley where snow and ice were common during the winter months. Because it was a fairly desolate area, weather reports were routinely checked before starting out.

While I and the other ladies chatted and enjoyed each other’s fellowship, I was suddenly aware small flakes were beginning to fall on my windshield.

What is this? I thought.

The weather report had said no snow. Of course, in Oregon we never relied on the weather reports, so why had I this time?

As we continued down the long straight road the snow came down heavier and heavier with larger and larger flakes. At that point I asked the ladies if they felt we should turn back. We all felt it might clear further along so continued on our way.

Ten miles later, the snow was coming down steadily. Soon I was unable to see out my front windshield. In fact, it was so bad that I could not see the hood of the car. The wipers merely shifted the snow from one side of the windshield to the other. I was very frightened, as my experience driving in snow was very limited. I asked the ladies to pray, asking the Lord for direction and protection.

Turning around was not an option. I could not see the road clearly enough to tell if any cars were coming or going, and it would be unsafe to try to go back the way we came.

The Lord seemed to say to me, “Look for lights.”

Gazing through the whiteness, I saw a slight glimmer of light over to my right. Turning toward the faint light, I bumped over what I thought was a ditch and finally got as close as I dared to the light source.

I stopped, got out of the car and realized I was within just a few inches of the front steps of a ranch house. Leaving the car I went up to the door. This family was unfamiliar to me, as I was new to the area and had not met many of our future members. Hesitantly, I knocked on the door. All of us ladies hoped to at least be able to get word to our families of our safety.

The door was opened and we were warmly greeted and welcomed into the cozy front room. I explained our situation and after trying the phone, realized that phone lines were down.

Since we had not had lunch yet, our host sat us down at the large kitchen table for a wonderful steaming hot meal with the ranch hands.

After lunch there still was concern that our families were unaware of our safety. Soon we heard a car drive up in the driveway. The local sheriff had arrived in his four- wheel-drive vehicle. He was checking the ranches to see that cattle and ranch employees were safe. We asked him to notify our families and tell them we would try to get home soon. He assured us that after he made his rounds of the ranches in the area, he would come back and drive us in his Jeep to our various homes.

Later that afternoon as the snow cleared, we looked out at our car. It was sitting on the front lawn, just inches from the front door. There was a small driveway that led up to the house with deep ditches on each side. Miraculously the Lord had directed our wheels up the driveway directly to the front door.

When the sheriff arrived to take us home, he told us there had been a bad accident at the intersection one mile ahead. The driver of a large cattle truck had become blinded in the snow and made a wrong turn, hitting a ditch and turning over his truck. Cattle were scattered across the road and two accidents had resulted. We realized at that moment that if we had continued down the road, we would have also run directly into the cattle truck causing serious injuries.
How good the Lord was to us that day! For in the midst of a blizzard, He directed us to lights and safety. He once again affirmed His love to me.

Beverly Hill McKinney writes from Rogue River, Oregon. bmckinnehill@yahoo.com

What Will The World Read About Us?

By Michele L. Tune

Our lives are a book so, what are we writing? What does our "book" say about us? Are we "writing" aPage-turner, or do we make "readers" want to slam our book shut? Think about it...

Our lives are like books. Our actions, words, expressions and convictions are read by others. Do we smile when we pass someone? Do we growl at people? Do we say "thank you", "please", and "you are welcome?" Or do we just rush off, paying no mind to anyone or anything except making it to our next destination?

Life is a book, this is true, and we each act as an author writing it. How will our book read? What is our index? Who is our book dedicated to? How many pages does our book have? How will it end?

My book is dedicated to those I love most: My index is filled with good and bad chapters, sad and happy chapters, sometimes life-threatening chapters, but overall the roller coaster ride my readers engage in will be one they won't be bored with. In the end, my readers will see that through my mistakes, through all the pain there has been, through battling illness, obesity, domestic violence, and much more, that joy comes in the morning and the light shines so bright.

I know my book will have a lot of pages, too many to count. I have dozens of chapters to still add and anxiously anticipate filling those blank pages with success, inspiration, smiles, love and laughter!

Each day, as I write a new page, I desire to write with all honesty, integrity, emotion, realness, genuine care, and my unique humor. As the author of my "book", I want to be categorized as "Inspirational", "Uplifting", "Different", and "Special."

When my book closes my prayer is this: Dear Lord, thank you for the life you gave that I might live and live it more abundantly. Thank you for carrying me when I felt so alone, just like you said you would. Thank you for touching my life in more ways than I can count. Thank you for showing others through my own trials, that you grant victory. Forgive all my mistakes, and show my readers how far I've come. Let them see that even when I wasn't perfect, I tried hard to always improve. Thank you for a wonderful, loving family. Thank you for friends that I cherish so dear. Thank you for smiles and tears, for all my years. Thank you for making me who I am. Thank you for my special talents and for giving me the courage to use them and share them with the world. Thank you for showing me that my writing dreams aren't as far out of reach as I once thought. And, Lord, when the day comes that you help me write the last sentence of the last chapter, let my readers know that my book isn't out of print. Tell them I'll write the sequel from Heaven.

Michele Tune writes from Doniphan, Missouri. michele@michele-tune.com

What makes a good friend?

Relationship experts Drs. Les and Leslie Parrott of the Center for Relationship Development at Seattle Pacific University have created a list of traits to look for in enduring friendships.

A good friend is someone who...

1. Makes time
Whether you're in the midst of a crisis or slogging through the mundane, a friend will have time for you.

2. Keeps a secret
Trust allows you to feel emotionally safe, share feelings and explore and understand what may be bothering you.

3. Cares deeply
The ability to enter your world and feel your pain is a cornerstone of friendship.

4. Provides space
Friends will give you time alone and are there when you need them.

5. Speaks the truth
This person asks the questions you want to ignore and helps you face reality.

6. Forgives faults .
Everyone has faults. A friend knows you and likes you anyway!

7. Remains faithful
You will not be deserted during bad times.

8. Laughs easily
We all enjoy the company of people who share our sense of humor.

9. Celebrates your success
Ideally, there's no jealousy, resentment or destructive competition between friends.

10. Connects strongly.
Whether it's bridge, books or real estate, friends share common interests.
It's more productive to work on being a good friend, rather than to look for a good friend. Legendary self-improvement expert Dale Carnegie advised that people can make more

friends in two months by simply becoming interested in other people than they can make in two years by trying to get people interested in them.

To be a good friend: Think of someone who means a lot to you, and show that person you care by contacting him/her. Schedule regular activities together. If the person does not live close by, stay connected via regular phone calls or E-mails.
Jesus said: "No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends , for all things that I heard from My Father I have made known to you.” John 15:15

Sent in by Willa Johnson of Phoenix, Oregon.

What About The Homeless?

By Bobbie Holden

Our family goes out to Hawthorne Park on Sundays at 10:30 am. We meet with family and friends who are either homeless or hungry. These stories are true but the names have been changed to protect the privacy of the Homeless. They are written with permission.

Michael and Susan were living under a bridge. My heart went out to them because they were a young pleasant couple expecting their first child. They don’t take drugs or drink alcohol. Circumstances beyond their control forced them out on the streets. But, with perseverance on their part and help from a Christian man who reached out to them they were able to get on their feet and rent a place to start to build their future. My son and I saw this young man on the street the other day, as he was walking to work, I offered him a ride. He said he still had to go three more miles. He told me that someone had said to him; “Hey! Just hang out with me today.” (meaning don’t go to work) He said, “I need to go to work.” His concern for his family outweighed the pleasure of ease.

Philip and Ruth are homeless also. Philip is probably in his late thirties. He walks to work every day. As I stopped to talk with Ruth I met Miles and Steven. I noticed that all Steven had to sleep with was a worn out blanket. I asked him if this is what he used when he was camping out? He said; “yes.” Fortunately we were able to provide him with a sleeping bag. My heart goes out to this man. He was not prepared for the death of his wife two years ago. It left him unable to work as he has done before.

Recently I sat in the office of an agency that helps people in need. There was a young man in his early thirties at the door when I entered the building. I noticed him because he was concerned about his wheelchair falling apart. He has to use a wheelchair because of a stroke which left the left side of his body damaged. It also affected his mind. The young man made his way into the office, stood in the doorway and looked at the woman in charge. He put his hand up, with his palms outwardly, calmly, but sadly saying, “what am I going to do?” “What am I going to do? I don’t have anywhere to sleep tonight. I have to sleep out on the streets. (He had broken the rules of one of the shelters. And now was faced with a night on the streets)

We are with the homeless community sometimes twice a week. We may find out someone needs a pair of shoes or a sleeping bag. We may help get their only means of bedding dry. It is getting cold out there. We as a city need to be responsible for our homeless and poor communities. The homeless and poor are not all on drugs and drinking alcohol, and even many of the ones who are homeless, do drugs and drink alcohol don’t want to stay in this condition.

There are a lot of wonderful people who are considered poor and homeless. Jesus told us: “the poor we will always have with us.” If we try to forget the homeless community, or try to push them out of town, and perhaps even out of our minds, there will be more people running into trouble and becoming homeless. As a caring community we need to see what it is that we can do to help the homeless and not just leave it up to Government agencies.

Where can the homeless go during cold winter days? If they are lucky enough to sleep in one of the shelters they have to leave during the day! They walk the streets, until time to return. Have you ever walked the streets with three small young children under the age of three? Or even try to find a place to keep warm until it was time to return? Randy and Michelle have to do this every day. Michelle will walk with the children while Randy looks for work, and when he finds work she will keep the children out during the day until the time he can provide adequate housing for them.

There are not enough services to fill all the needs in this valley. Let’s put ourselves in their shoes. There are ways we can help. We need to do our part! We must not assume that other people are going to take care of all the needs. What will Jesus have us do concerning those in need around us?

Bobbie Holden writes from Medford, Oregon. She is anxious to talk with anyone who wants to help the homeless. Call at (541) 282-4251.

Tradition…

From Behind The Counter
Perspectives on the Landscape of Life
By DJ Note

“Rise in the presence of the aged, show respect for the elderly and revere your God. I am the LORD.” Leviticus 19:32

In the course of any given day I have the pleasure of meeting people of the older generation who have lived under various customs and differing traditions who fascinate, educate, and stimulate the sentimental ideals of this writer.

Recently, I spoke with a delightful elderly couple that reminisced about the societal changes, specifically moral and attitudinal that they’d witnessed over the past several decades. In a matter of minutes, we volleyed opinions of modern trends in dating, divorce, faith, and family. Just like a kitchen table conversation with old friends, the question of traditional values versus current attitudes eventually dominated.

Take marriage, for instance. It was only a few decades ago that divorce was considered taboo, an act carried out only in worst-case scenarios where adultery, abuse, (usually physical), or abandonment occurred. Today, with our “no-fault” attitudes, no one is held accountable and two people sadly walk away from what was once faithfully and lovingly vowed, before God and man, as a life commitment.

“And once-upon-a-time,” the elderly gentleman said, “the elderly were respected. Doesn’t appear to be that way with kids today. It’s too bad, they’re missing a lot. It’s a sad commentary.”

His comment got me to thinking about the famous icon of American art, Norman Rockwell, who helped define our culture by creating on canvas his devotion toward faith, family, and friends. He once said of his work, “…I was showing the America I knew.” I like to think I, at least, got in on the tail end of that homespun world. In years past, song-stylists and writers alike penned now-famous works that encouraged respect toward those longer-lived.

These elderly among us possess what the young cannot—the vast wisdom of their years and experience—and the youth need to be listening. The phrase has been coined, “Youth and ambition are no match for age and experience.” I’ve lived long enough now to see the value of that adage. History teaches that to heed the mistakes of the past is wisdom. We would do well to seek its lessons with wide-eyed enthusiasm and eager interest.

My two customers and I agreed that while not everyone experienced the idealism of the Leave It To Beaver lifestyle, there once was enough of that ideal, at least, hoped for that those popular television shows became well-watched reruns. And DVD sales of faith and family and traditional values are still going strong.

Faith, family, and friends—the phrase encompasses myriad hopes and dreams in the hearts of people everywhere. Who can resist participation in a good old-fashioned 4th of July picnic with beloved grandparents, favorite aunts and uncles, and playful cousins; a camp trip with family and friends; a backyard barbeque with long-time neighbors? It’s a condition, after all, deep inside the human heart, isn’t it—the need for acceptance, love, connectedness, and belonging? And the longer we live, the more desired it becomes.

Those who have “lived some,” are like pearls in an unopened oyster—treasures to be discovered—a wealth of life experiences just waiting to be shared. As I watched my elderly customers leave that day, I saw him slip his hand over hers. Their stride was shuffled, but their journey, like all journeys, worth-the-telling.

I love looking back at the good old days and learning about those souls who forged the way before us. It’s that love instilled in me as a youngster that inspired a work of poetry I dedicated to my grandmother, Helen Elizabeth McClure. At the age of one hundred and one, she left this life assured of eternity with her loving Savior. It’s this love of God, family and country that I, too, hope to pass on.

DJ Note writes from Eagle Point, Oregon.

Tradition
©djnote 1974

It’s strange to me the philosophy of the aging and the old,
It seems to be a tradition of all but this custom turns me cold.
For where would we be without our elders, the young people of today?
Where would we get the advise we need and who would guide the way?
The years of a person tells not their age, but the length of their time on this earth.
The years are there to symbolize their wisdom and strength and worth.
For are we not here to obtain one goal, to strive for a place by God’s side;
to live out our lives for our Lord up above, and not for the fun of the ride?
If this is so—the elders I’d say—are one step ahead of the young,
They are completing their journey to God, and the youth—they’ve only begun.

Time magazine makes the case for teaching the Bible in public schools

By Don Ruhl

The cover of Time Magazine for April 2, 2007 made this amazing declaration, “Why we should teach the bible in public school {But very, very carefully).”

Time is the number one liberal secular newsmagazine in America. Yet, a liberal and secular source argued that the Bible should be taught in public schools!

However, the magazine added, “Very, Very Carefully.” Those passionate for the teaching of God's word will have no problem with that caution. We wish all people would teach the Bible very, very carefully!

I have been praying since about 1993 that this would happen in America and no doubt many others have been uttering the same prayer. Praise God that He answers prayer!

Time Magazine: Teaching the Bible in School

The article began with this subtitle, “Should the Holy Book be on the public-school menu? Yes. It's the bedrock of Western culture. And it's constitutional-as long as we teach but don't preach it.”

The article not only argues for teaching the Bible in public school, but also shows that it is happening right now.

The students do not feel pressured into taking the class, but have signed up for it, not wanting to be ignorant and not wanting to look ignorant to their friends, because they have a sincere desire to hold intelligent conversations! Who wants to argue against that?

The article says that 460 school districts, spread over 37 states, teach a course using the textbook The Bible and Its Influence. There are over 13,000 school districts in America. So, there is a long way to go, but 460 school districts is a start.

The article makes the point that even non-religious people need Bible courses. The bold print and all capitals are in the original, “So what? I'm not a very religious person SIMPLY PUT, THE BIBLE IS THE MOST influential book ever written. Not only is the Bible the best-selling book of all time, it is the best-selling book of the year every year.”

Time said that if someone cannot see that the Bible should be taught for literature purposes, then it should be for historical reasons, “If literature doesn't interest you, you also need the Bible to make sense of the ideas and rhetoric that have helped drive U.S. history.”

Perhaps what caused the writing of this article was the publication of a book by Stephen Prothero, Religious Literacy: What Every American Needs to Know-and Doesn't. Mr. Prothero chairs the Boston University religion department and he believes that classes will be taught in an objectionable manner, but that the courts will settle the problem. To which Time said, “Prothero may be overly sanguine about the workings of the U.S. court system. But even if he's wrong, this shouldn't stop schools from making some effort to teach the Bible.”

Finally, the article ended with this paragraph, “And, oh yes, there should be one faith test. Faith in our country. Sure, there will be bumps along the way. But in the end, what is required in teaching about the Bible in our public schools is patriotism: a belief that we live in a nation that understands the wisdom of its Constitution clearly enough to allow the most important book in its history to remain vibrantly accessible for everyone.

What Can We Do?
First, let us replace our negative, critical, and bitter attitudes with hope for America's schools. Things are changing. Ecclesiastes says that there is, “A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.” Ecclesiastes 3:4 Now is the time to laugh! Now is the time to dance! Just think how much America can change if the Bible is taught in public schools again!

Second, get involved in getting The Bible and Its Influence used in our schools. I have already started the process myself. Go to this web site and click on Volunteers: http://www.bibleliteracy.org/Site/index2.htm

Third, pray that this movement grow, and that we have the wisdom, courage, knowledge, funding, and tenacity to get this done!
Fourth, teach the Bible as the word of God.

Don Ruhl writes from Grants Pass, Oregon.

Thy Kingdom Come

By Willa Johnson

When Jesus taught his disciples to pray, the phrase “Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven” was included within the prayer. At the time they thought Jesus came to establish a worldly kingdom. After all, they were being oppressed by the Romans. They were looking for relief from the way they were being treated. What a disappointment it was when they learned that Jesus would not release them from their woes by establishing an earthly kingdom. In fact, they learned that they would suffer even worse persecution.

The Internet is an interesting place to seek information. We must always remember that, just because it’s there doesn’t mean it’s true. The Holy Bible is still the best authority on almost any subject as it is God’s only inspired Word to mankind.

An interesting email recently related how one of the largest mega-churches in America has finished a study in which they discovered the important thing was to disciple…to teach and nurture…their people instead of striving for numbers. Well, DUH! Isn’t that what Christ uttered in Matthew 28:19, 20 just before he ascended into heaven? “Go ye therefore and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.”

The leaders of the aforementioned mega-church cited Dr. Benjamin Spock who ruined a whole generation of children because parents followed his advice instead of the teachings of the Bible. The church leaders now believe they have not been true to the scriptures because they concentrated on gathering numbers instead of teaching the true gospel.

As for the second part of the quotation from Christ’s prayer: “Thy will be done” isn’t that where most of us have failed? We want “our” will, not Christ’s. We are not willing to submit to His will. That is, not until we hit bottom.

Many years ago at a Sunday School party we were asked to use an adjective with our first initial to describe ourselves. It was an easy one for me… “Willful Willa.” What a perfect description it was for me because that’s exactly what I was at the time. It wasn’t until I learned that my son, an only child, had a heart condition that may or may not be serious that I turned everything over to God. I was seeking peace and comfort when I asked God to keep Steve in His care, to totally restore him to good health, but if that wasn’t to be, to give me the strength to endure whatever the outcome. God graciously answered my prayer and today I am blessed with two grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

Truthfully, my willfulness springs to the forefront at times even today and certainly there have been many struggles and heartaches along life’s highway, but I’ve learned that it’s only when I turn everything over to God, seeking HIS will, that I am blessed.

In recent weeks we have heard about one tragic shooting after another in crowded places, two in churches. To think an armed church guard shot the shooter makes me wonder what this world is coming to when a church has a need for an armed guard.

It is my belief that we should practice all of the prayer that Christ taught his disciples and not just the asking portion. Christ also told us that we will have tribulations in this world and that his kingdom was not of this world. When I hear and read about the horrible events taking place today, I realize there is nothing new under the sun. God destroyed two cities, Sodom and Gomorrah, thousands of years ago because of sin. (See Genesis 19)

During New Testament times Paul wrote in 2 Timothy 3 the following: “For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, without self control, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, high-minded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.” Further on: “Yea, and all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. But evil men and seducers shall wax worse and worse, deceiving, and being deceived. But continue thou in the things which thou hast learned and hast been assured of.”

These words could have been written today. Christ’s kingdom is made up of His followers here on earth because it is spiritual and will be completed on that day of His returning. Until then, let us practice seeking His Will, not ours.

Willa Johnson writes from Phoenix, Oregon. wjhat@ccountry.com

Through A Child’s Eyes

We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking.

Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.

I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.

'Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What do we do?'

Erik continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.

Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo.'

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.

My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.

My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot
The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's' 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's.

Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.

No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.'

Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a stone.

He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.' I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.

With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.'

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a Mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.

I felt it was God asking, “Are you willing to share your son for a moment?” I shared mine for all eternity.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me that… 'To enter the Kingdom of God we must become as little children.'

Sent in by Gayla Vick

The Secret Of The Kingdom

By David Snyder

I don’t know how I could have missed it. I had studied and preached for over twenty years. I had digested hundreds of books and read through the Bible numerous times. Yet, somehow it never got through. I know if I had understood this “ancient secret” years ago I would have preached on one subject and one subject only.

It’s all encompassed in a few words spoken by our Lord 2000 years ago. The scripture is very familiar to most of us, yet it incases a subtle message that could change the face of modern Christianity if only it was the focus of all that was taught.

Allow me to explain. The crowds have gathered on a mountain side one day and Jesus is there teaching and speaks these life changing words: “So do not worry, saying, “What shall we eat?’ or “What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly father knows that you have need of them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given unto you as well.”

In the past I emphasized the “don’t worry” portion of this scripture. But there is much more to these profound words. If we miss the last part of these verses we will miss everything Jesus was attempting to teach. Jesus instructs us to “seek first his kingdom and His righteousness as our greatest priority. These are the only two things we need to do as Christians. In fact, if we check we will find that the “Kingdom” is all that Jesus really spoke about.

We forget that Jesus came to reestablish His kingdom here on earth. Of course the final phase of reestablishment will take place when He returns to do away with the sin problem. But, His kingdom is here now! If we are believers we are presently living in that kingdom. On one occasion Jesus told His disciples: “The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of Heaven has been given to you…” Secrets? Yes! That is why Jesus said we must “seek” in order to understand.

What does it mean to seek? It means we must study the truths of the kingdom. We must study it with diligence. We must explore just what the kingdom is, how it operates and what is required of us to live as kingdom citizens. Because we live in a democracy here in America, we need to be enlightened that a kingdom system works very differently.

For instance think about this…
1. In a democracy the people vote into law what they think is best for society. This can change from generation to generation. Our culture operates on this principle of government.
2. In a kingdom the king determines the laws and regulations for the people. The people do not have a voice in determining what is right and wrong, etc.
3. Every government has a constitution. In God’s Kingdom He alone developed the constitution and the rules we must live by.
4. God’s constitution is the Bible. It is as unchangeable as God Himself. Mankind had no input into God’s constitution and cannot change it.
Because our society has so shaped our thinking we must renew our minds to think Kingdom thoughts. When Jesus instructed us to seek the Kingdom “first” He meant for this to be the highest priority. Everything we think, do or say should be focused on the Kingdom. We evaluate every decision as to how it will affect our Kingdom living.

Jesus also admonished us to seek “His righteousness.” We are to have a passion to know how the King would have us live. We are called to be in right alignment with the King and His constitution, the Bible. When we seek to know God’s constitution and to live by it…the blessings can flow into our lives!

We must always remember that we have no righteousness of our own. Jesus gave His life so He could declare us righteous. This was the legal act that only God could provide. But, we must never forget that we are called to live in alignment with the King’s laws. To willfully live outside the King’s constitution, the Bible, we commit treason to the government of heaven. This puts us outside the kingdom and kingdom blessings stop flowing.

To seek His righteousness is to know the laws of His government and to stay in alignment with them. It is to have a “right” relationship with God.
Jesus said as we seek “first” His kingdom and His righteousness everything we need will be added. What could be simpler?

Do you wish to study this subject further? Read through the New Testament and notice every time the word “kingdom” is mentioned. Start in Matthew and be amazed at all the references. Check out books at your local Christian bookstore on the topic of “kingdom.” Or you can contact the Christian Journal for ideas on materials that are helpful on this most important subject.

Dave Snyder writes from Milwaukie, Oregon.

The Kingdom Of Heaven Is Now

By Barry Shaw

Before I knew Jesus Christ, I believed that if I led a clean life and did good deeds, I would go to heaven when I died. Now that I believe in and trust Jesus Christ, I know by His grace and not on the basis of my own merit, that I’ll be with Him in heaven. (Ephesians 1:13-14) Moreover, as I have walked with Him deeper in His River of Life, I have come to know that heaven is not a place that I shall know only when I die. It is the place that I have known ever since the Lord chose me as one of His elect. (John 15:16)

Heaven is a spiritual dimension that is just beyond our human time/space continuum. The Bible is replete with examples of the presence of God’s realm just beyond the sight of humans. The Prophet Elisha prayed for his servant’s eyes to be opened so that he could see the surrounding hills full of horses and chariots of fire filled with unseen angels ready to defend the Prophet. (See 2 Kings 6:15-17) The writer of Hebrews wrote that though unseen in our flesh, “we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses.” Hebrews 12:1 Angels surround us though we cannot see them with our eyes. (1 Corinthians 11:10)

Jesus Christ came to earth as God in the person of a man to preach His kingdom and to teach that the kingdom of heaven was now. (See Luke 4:43) He proclaimed: “The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand. Repent and believe in the gospel.” Mark 1:15. He came to change our destiny by believing in Him. His intention is to draw each of us nearer to Him so that we will be conformed to His heavenly image. (Romans 8:29) By His Holy Spirit we are empowered to experience the fruits of the kingdom life now: “...love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” Galatians 5:22-23. This is the heavenly life.

The Apostle Paul wrote to the Corinthians, “...now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face...” We can experience heaven now, but in Paul’s view, our flesh keeps us from seeing heaven clearly. He continued: “...now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” 1 Corinthians 13:12 The point the Apostle Paul makes is that although we can only “see but a poor reflection as in a mirror,” we can experience heaven now, not just in the future. We don’t have to die first in order to experience the kingdom of heaven.

Although as earthly beings we can only see through a “glass, darkly,” the part of heaven that we can and do experience in this life as apprentices of Jesus Christ is glorious and wonderful. The realization that we are now in the Lord’s kingdom of heaven enables us to have a totally different attitude toward others in our everyday lives. We live uplifted with God’s perspective. The Lord changes us and puts on our hearts the desire to be more considerate, more polite, more respectful and more loving of others.

In a recent teaching, Pastor Rick Booye described the Lord’s intention for His saints now into eternity: “God’s intention for you as His child is that you will have a never-ending life of unutterable joy, peace, beauty and creativity. You will live in an entirely safe and secure, yet ever-expanding and constantly more wonderful universe where you will contribute to and cooperate with unimaginably marvelous leadership and teamwork in the achievement of infinitely good and meaningful ends. Your relationships will all be profoundly deep and fulfilling and you will have infinite time and resources to develop them.” He added: “The quality of this life begins now.”

When we die, we shall sit at His throne and worship Him with the multitude of believers. We look forward to that glorious life. But now, in our present life even though we are only able to look in that mirror dimly, we are assured of more than just a taste of the fruits of the Spirit. “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ.” Ephesians 1:3

By our union with the exalted Christ, we have already been made beneficiaries of every spiritual blessing that belongs to and comes from the heavenly realm.
Rejoice in the Lord for the kingdom of heaven is now!

Barry N. Shaw writes from Applegate Valley, Oregon

His Kingdom Is Within Us

By Troy Pomeroy

The topic of the “kingdom of heaven” has long been misunderstood by man. Our human nature leads us to look for a kingdom of this earth; a kingdom that we can see. None of us can fully understand or appreciate what His kingdom will be like. Jesus spent much time trying to teach His followers to be heavenly minded instead of being fixated on this current world. He also tried to show people that the One they had been waiting for had arrived. Sadly, many missed out on the fact that the Messiah was among them. And those who did understand who He is still misunderstood the realm of His kingdom.

Even with the benefit of 2000 years of history and scholarly research, we are not much closer in our understanding of His kingdom. We still focus on the present reality, our current physical needs, and the things of this world. And we need regular reminders to be heavenly minded.

The patriarch Jacob seems to have had a confidence in the kingdom. At the end of his days, after blessing each of his sons and Joseph’s sons, he made one last request. He wanted to be buried in Canaan, with his fathers, instead of in Egypt. (See Genesis 49-50) Egypt represented the world. But Canaan represented a promise made by God to Jacob and his fathers Abraham and Isaac.
Jacob had been promised that his number would greatly increase and his people would inherit the land. Jacob never saw these promises fulfilled. He couldn’t completely comprehend its meaning or how it would be carried out. Yet, he rested in confidence on a future unseen.

Jacob had a relationship with God that gave him confidence. He had wrestled with God and he had seen angels ascending and descending on a ladder from heaven. God had spoken to him and given him small glimpses of heaven. Those experiences would embolden anyone’s faith.

In many ways our journey toward the kingdom is like Jacob’s. Jesus spoke many parables about the kingdom of heaven recorded in the gospel accounts. He described it as seed a good man sowed in his field, yeast that a woman works into dough, treasure hidden in a field, a merchant looking for fine pearls, a net down to catch fish, a land owner paying wages to workers, a king preparing a banquet, among other things.

Jesus also taught that the “kingdom” was not what we would expect and will be very different than any earthly kingdom. His economy is different than ours. The first shall be last and the last shall be first. The meek shall inherit the earth. It is difficult for a rich man to enter the kingdom, and if we are to enter, we are to enter as children. The poor and the persecuted will inherit the kingdom. These are difficult things to understand. Indeed, the mysteries of His Kingdom are not meant to be fully understood until His kingdom comes. That’s why he said to only His closest few: "The knowledge of the secrets of the kingdom of heaven has been given to you, but not to them. Whoever has will be given more, and he will have an abundance. Whoever does not have, even what he has will be taken from him.” Matthew 13:11-12

Glimpses of the kingdom come to those who seek Jesus and are closest to Him. The closer we get to Him, the more He reveals. Those who have the discipline, faithfulness and perseverance in seeking the things of God, receive greater revelations of things eternal. So the more we focus on Jesus and serve Him, the closer we get to an understanding of His kingdom. And like Jacob, we may not see it in this lifetime, but we can rest on God’s promises of a future and hope for us.

Perhaps the greatest hope concerning the “Kingdom” is what Jesus said in Luke 17:20-21: "The kingdom of God does not come with your careful observation, nor will people say, 'Here it is,' or 'There it is,' because the kingdom of God is within you." We may not see it or fully understand it, but for those who follow Jesus, His kingdom is within us. We don’t have to wait to reap the benefits of our citizenship under the rule of the King of Kings. We can attend to kingdom business even now.

Troy Pomeroy writes from Eagle Point, Oregon. pastortroy@epacenter.com

Finding The Kingdom of God

By Chad McComas

“Repent, for the kingdom of heaven is near.” With these words Jesus started His ministry. He had come for a purpose. He had a mission. He knew that He was the Son of God who was to save the world. As He told Nicodemus “God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have eternal life.” Jesus' life and death provided the way of salvation, but there was the kingdom. Jesus came to call us to become part of the kingdom. He told Nicodemus “I tell you the truth, unless a man is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.” Salvation is a gift from God, but we must make the choice to enter the kingdom.

In His famous “Sermon on the Mount” Jesus began by saying “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.” Jesus was countering the thought that only the very religious and rich were worthy of God's attention. The Pharisees and religious leaders were controlling the nation, the temple, the worship, the sacrifices and “salvation.” There was little hope for the common man and woman to find a place in God's kingdom. But Jesus came to shatter that thought and rescue the people from the hold of religion to the invitation to join the kingdom. It was available to anyone. Religion had nothing to do with it. In fact, religion often tries to build it's own kingdom rather than God's kingdom. Religion teaches exclusivity, Jesus taught that all were welcome. He told us that we are invited to join and that we must make the kingdom our life-long quest. He said: “Seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.” He was promising that when we make His kingdom our primary goal in life that He will take care of us. Just like a good king takes care of his citizens. It is the king's job to take care of the people. It is God's job to take care of us. Perhaps the first key principle of God's kingdom is that to enter we must let God be God. We have to stop trying to be our own god in our own kingdoms!

Jesus taught us how to pray as part of God's kingdom. He said: “This is how you should pray: Our Father in heaven hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven...” Once we accept Jesus we enter God's kingdom and spend our lives under His protection and seeking to build His kingdom daily.

Jesus told us that we are in the world, but not of the world. (See John 15:18,19 and 17:14-18) We are brought out of the darkness of this world kingdom into the light of God's kingdom. Jesus told us that He was the light. And when we join His kingdom we are the light. Paul told us that “if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” Then he told us that “we are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us.”

We are called into God's kingdom NOW. We are citizens of God's kingdom NOW. We are living in God's kingdom NOW. We are representing God's kingdom NOW. The Pharisees made the mistake of thinking that God's kingdom was a physical one. Jesus set them straight by saying: “The kingdom of God does not come visibly, nor will people say, 'Here it is,' or 'There it is,' because the kingdom of God is within you.” How do we find the kingdom of God? Look inside.

When we accept Jesus Christ as our Savior and Lord...as our king...we are given the kingdom. Our eternal existence in His kingdom is secure NOW. We have the right to enjoy the kingdom every day. We have the opportunity to share the kingdom every day. We join together with others of the kingdom of God in growing that kingdom. It's not about a religion. It's not about a denomination. It's all about God's kingdom. Let's dedicate this year to living in and for that kingdom. There is so much more to share about the kingdom. I'd like to suggest we read through the New Testament and seek out all that Jesus said and His disciples said about the kingdom. I believe we will all be amazed and our spiritual experience will be set free.

Chad McComas writes from Medford, Oregon. info@thechristianjournal.org

The Battle For Aunt Helen

By Marcia K. Leaser

When the nursing home called and said Aunt Helen was having a bad day, I wasn't expecting what I found.

As I walked into the room I had an ugly feeling I couldn't explain. I knelt beside her and spoke her name.

Her frantic eyes looked into mine as she grabbed my hands.
I'm dying,” she shrieked.

I didn't know what to say.

"I don't want to die like this," she screamed in a frightened voice.

"I'll stay with you tonight." I whispered as I caressed her wrinkled cheek.

The hours passed slowly and quite often she would cry out that she was afraid.
By this time I’d figured out what the ugly feeling was. There was a battle going on in that tiny room. A fight between Satan and Jesus for Aunt Helen's soul. I could actually smell the conflict.

At ten o'clock that night I knew I had an important question that needed asking.
I spoke to the nurse sitting by her bed requesting some time alone with my aunt.
The efficient woman smiled and walked out of the room.

I always felt deep in my heart that my Aunt had not asked Jesus into her heart. I knew she knew who Jesus was, and believed He was God's Son and her savior, but I'd wanted to talk to her about whether she'd taken the final step to salvation.

I always dismissed the nagging feeling because I felt I had plenty of time to confront her with this. Now, I was worried it might be too late.

Her eyes remained closed except for the few times when she'd open them wide and look anxiously out into the empty darkness.

The frantic look in them told me she saw something her eyes alone could see.
"Aunt Helen?" I inquired in a calm voice.

She turned her head and looked directly into my eyes. I knew she was aware of what I was saying, Breathing a prayer for strength, I whispered, "I have something to ask you." She didn't move.

"Have you ever asked Jesus into your heart?" Her eyes looked away. "I know you love Jesus and always have," I quickly soothed. "But you must accept Him as your Savior by asking Him into your heart."

Her tormented eyes again looked briefly into mine. There was sadness in them I'd never seen before.

I knew my Aunt had had an abortion when she was a young woman, and I'd always thought deep in my heart that she felt unworthy of life because of it. I never once thought, though, that she felt unworthy of death as well.

She had allowed that one sin to keep her from the many blessings our Father in Heaven has for all His children.

That one mistake had burdened her for sixty-eight years. Now she was even afraid to die because she didn't feel worthy of Heaven.

"Aunt Helen," I began softly. "Do you feel you're not going to heaven because of the abortion you had when you were eighteen?"

She lowered her head and her eyes filled with tears.

"God forgave you of that a long time ago, Aunt Helen," I said in a confident voice. "But you never have. Please forgive yourself and ask Jesus into your Heart. Then you will be assured of your place in Heaven."

Quite a few minutes passed and I could actually feel the battle still raging in the shadowy room.

Suddenly Aunt Helen grabbed both my hands with her trembling ones. She wrapped her bony fingers tightly around mine and said in an authoritative voice. "Lord Jesus come into my heart!"

We both heaved a mighty sigh of relief as I gathered her into my arms.
The room was immediately filled with peace. The battle was over, and once again Jesus had been victorious.

The rest of the night was spent with me singing songs and reading the Bible to my Aunt. Never once, after that, did she scream she was afraid to die.

Death came at 10:10 the following morning. My eyes filled with tears of sadness as well as joy, because I knew she was safe.

I thanked God for the opportunity to talk to my dear Aunt about her salvation. I thanked Him, also, for the lessons I learned in those few tormented hours; I learned that our Savior never gives up on us. That He's fighting for our souls as long as there is breath in our bodies. I also learned it sometimes takes more faith to die...than it does to live.

Marcia K. Leaser writes from Fremont, Ohio. dawtam@nwonline.net

Spiritually Fit....

By Stewart Whittemore

"For bodily exercise profits a little, but godliness is profitable for all things, having promise of the life that now is and of that which is to come.” 1 Timothy 4:8

As we head into the New Year, many will make a resolution to get into spiritual shape. Paul reminds us that as we keep our spirit in shape it is "profitable" for this life and for the life to come.

Some sixteen years ago now, and shortly before my suicide attempt, I was religiously working out physically three times a week. I was probably in the best physical condition of my life then. But, I had no relationship with God. Jesus was not part of my life. Spiritually I was anemic, to say the least, and it almost cost me my life. But by the grace and the love from God, when I did turn to Him in those last seconds, He gave me new life that I plan to take care of both spiritually and physically.

Staying spiritually fit takes discipline like exercising physically helps keep our bodies in shape. Paul shares with us in 1 Thessalonians 5:15-22 some spiritual disciplines which can help us in developing our "godliness" needed for a strong faith. He says: "...follow that which is good, both among (ourselves), and to all men" when we:

1. "Rejoice always."
We can do this when we remember that God is in control. (Job 1:12)

2. "Pray without ceasing."
God answers prayer. He is waiting for us to humble ourselves in prayer. Unceasing prayer is being in constant contact with God throughout our days.

3. " In everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you."
Like silver that is refined and gold that is tested, we do not become pure until the hard and crusty surface is removed. (Zechariah 13:9) We learn to be thankful for all things.

4. "Do not quench the Spirit."
Jesus sent us the Holy Spirit. (John 14:16) We submit to His help so that God can work in us "both to will and to do for His good pleasure." Philippians 2:13

5. "Do not despise prophecies."
The Bible is our source for truth. We live to "please God" and will be lost without it. (Romans 8:8)

6. "Test all things; hold fast to what is good."
We test all things through the Bible. Jesus said; "I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me." John 14:6

7. "Abstain from every form of evil."
We are called to "walk the talk.” Saint Thomas Aquinas said, "Preach the Gospel always, and if necessary, use words."

We have the daily opportunity to apply God words in our lives and live in "godliness.”

Stewart Whittemore writes from Grants Pass, Oregon. stewart33@earthlink.net

Spiritual Discipline (Poem)

By Sindy Williams

I'm fighting like a boxer,
something solid do I hit.
Not just swinging in the air,
I keep my spirit fit.

I treat my body hard,
make it like a slave.
I will not follow foolishness,
God's truth help's me be brave.

Training helps me in some ways,
In this life and the future too.
Serving God, it brings me peace,
and helps me go on through.

I have people all around me,
who show me what faith means.
The race that's set before me,
It's run together as a team.

I will never give up hope,
I'll remove what holds me back.
Jesus is the only One,
who keeps my faith on track.

Sindy Williams writes from Groveland, Florida. SinWillia@aol.com

The Refiner’s Fire

Malachi 3:3 says: "He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver."

This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God.

One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.

That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.

As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.

The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says: "He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver."
She asked the silversmith if it was true that he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time the silver was being refined.

The man answered that yes, he not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.

The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, "How do you know when the silver is fully refined?"

He smiled at her and answered, "Oh, that's easy – when I see my image in it"

Sent in by Gayla Vick from Medford, Oregon.

Red Marbles

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes when I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprizing a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between the store owner and the ragged boy next to me.

“Hello Barry, how are you today?”

“H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.”

“They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?”

“Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.”

“Good. Anything I can help you with?”

“No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas.”

“Would you like take some home?” asked Mr. Miller.

“No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.”

“Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?”

“All I got's my prize marble here.”

“Is that right? Let me see it,” said Miller.

“Here 'tis. She's a dandy.”

“I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?” He asked.

“Not zackley but almost.”

“Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble,” Mr. Miller told the boy.

“Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.”

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.

With a smile said, “There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever.

When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.”

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by and just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community. While I was there I learned that Mr. Miller had died. I went to his viewing with some friends. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking.

They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

“Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size...they came to pay their debt. We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided, “but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.”

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

Sent by Gayla Vick of Medford.

Prayer Is Fruitful Not Futile

PrayerPower
By Petey Prater

12 pm, January 21, 2006
Two miners are trapped hundreds of feet underground in Melville, West Virginia, for the second day. Fire and smoke in the coal mine has kept rescuers from reaching Don Brag and Ellery “Elvis” Hatfield. No one knows if they are dead or alive.

A television news anchorwoman stands in the Melville street airing frequent updates. Visible behind her is the Badger Lumber Company sign; one word is written there: PRAY.

Praying is what their wives and six children desperately hope we are doing as the community of Melville keeps vigil with them in the church. Prayer is for all seasons of life, but especially in desperate times, wise men and women pray.

3 pm Breaking News
Don Brag and Elvis Hatfield have been found dead. Tragedy, in spite of believing prayer.

Does God answer prayer? Yes. Is it always the answer we want? No. Must we keep on praying even when we do not understand His ways? Yes. When prayers are not answered, God is always present with grace and help to strengthen our hearts and spirits.

What is prayer?
Prayer is talking with God. It is praise and worship and giving thanks. To pray is to meditate on His wonderworks and His character. Prayer is interceding for others, warring against the enemy for the souls of men.

Nothing matches the high privilege of prayer. There is no awe or wonder as great as an audience with the King of Kings. No power is greater than prayer power. Wealth, personal power and influence all run a poor second to the thrill of daily prayer. Life offers no greater joy. As Beth Moore states, in her book, The Patriarchs, “There ain’t no high like the Most High”.

Are we qualified to pray?
“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.” Hebrews 11:6 Faith rests in God, trusting in His love to hear and answer prayer. Faith qualifies us as God’s children and gives us a right to our Father’s provisions. “Everything is possible for him who believes.” Mark 9:23

Why pray to God?
We are commanded to pray. “I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone – for kings and all those in authority, that we may live peaceful and quiet lives in all godliness and holiness.“ 1 Timothy 2:1,2

All power resides in Jesus as the Son of God. He calls us to pray in His name. As we ask, believing, He defeats evil, heals the sick, frees the captive, restores hope, releases counsel. Prayer rises to God and returns with answers or peace. Nothing in the spiritual realm happens without prayer.

God desires intimacy and fellowship with us. “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness.” Jeremiah 31:3 Wonderful Counselor longs to talk with us! He is waiting to pour miracles and gifts through us. Will we pray?

“This is the confidence we have in approaching God; that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us – whatever we ask – we know that we have what we asked of him.” 1 John 5:14,15

What a promise! Let’s pray.

Petey Prater writes from Beaverton, Oregon. peteyprater@yahoo.com

Our Presence Makes It Real

By Randy Knapp

If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Imagine a raging storm and a lonely tree clinging to the soil twenty feet down from the crest of a jagged ridge. A lightning bolt flashes near the ridge, releasing over a billion volts of electricity, heating the adjacent air to twice the temperature of the surface of the sun.

The tree has shrugged off the clutching talons of a thousand similar storms, but the relentless years have pressed onward and it has grown tired. Fingers of fatigue reach upward through the tiniest root fibers, and the tree’s grasp in the ground has weakened.

The barometric pressure on a distant plain has dropped ten millibars lower than ever before and the mountain winds are whipping past the summits, stampeding along the ridges, and flailing furiously through the valleys in a frenzied effort to stabilize the distant depression.

A seventy-mile per hour gust whips past the upper branches of the tree, and the tip bends leeward in subjugation to its force. The stress of the bending tree is telegraphed through the trunk into the subterranean root mass, and a single root fiber snaps. The pressure from an eighty-mile per hour gust separates a whole cluster of root fibers, and a category one hurricane gust breaks a one-inch root.
It seems only a matter of time before the inevitable collapse of the stately sentinel.

The storm peaks at the strength of a category two hurricane, and with wind shrieking at 110 miles per hour the tree can hold on no longer. With a great shout into the sky it releases its tenacious two-century grasp and plunges to the ground sending a shock wave reverberating into the side canyons and echoing down to the distant valley floor.

But when the tree finally falls, does it make a sound? The century old philosophical riddle brings the almost obvious answer into question.

It is undeniable that the tree’s fall generated a strong vibrating pressure wave that was propagated through the air for miles around. But, in order for that wave to take on the substance of reality, it must encounter a receptor that will interpret the meaning of the vibrations.

In humans, the oscillating pressure wave is collected by the outer ear where it is focused and intensified. When the waves hit the eardrum, the vibration crosses into the fluid canal of the inner ear. Microscopic protein hairs imbedded in the sensory epithelium bend as they are hit by each wave. As the hairs bend, the nerves fire, transforming the sound energy into electrical impulses. The impulses travel along the cranial nerve, past the brain stem, and into the cerebral cortex where they are finally interpreted as sound.

If an individual with an acute sense of hearing had found himself standing on that distant ridge as the tree fell, the sound would have caused him to leap aside in alarm. But what would be the reaction of a person who is hearing deprived?
The raging of the storm, the crash of lightning, and the impact of the falling tree make no sound at all if no one is there to hear it. It is the reception of the sound waves and the sensual comprehension of an event that gives it reality.

Two thousand years ago Jesus Christ hung in utter darkness upon a lonely tree on a distant ridge in the midst of a raging spiritual storm. As He hung on that tree, the power of His words still echoed through the canyons and into the distant valleys of Palestine. Some individuals heard the echoes of the vibrations and comprehended nothing. These people chose to fain deafness rather than to undertake the changes suggested by Jesus’ words. Others understood their meaning, and that comprehension brought them new life.

Jesus’ words still reverberate throughout the Earth. Their power is much stronger than the force of a category two hurricane. The hurricane has only the power of destruction, but Jesus’ words can restore a damaged heart, transform the devastation of a human life, and “make everything new again.”

If a tree falls in a forest, you or I must be present in order for there to be a sound. Otherwise it is only the meaningless vibrations of a random pressure wave. It is our presence and our hearing reception that gives substance to the sound.

We must be present in the Bible in order for Jesus’ words to be perceived. Otherwise they are just words silently printed on the page of a book. Our presence makes the words real. Only our presence in church will make worship real, and only by hearing the words of the pastor will the message take on substance that can change our lives. Only our presence in the lives of the people we love makes the relationships real.

When we learn to be truly “present” wherever we are, the world will come alive for us like it never has before.

Randy writes from Medford, Oregon where he maintains that the unobserved impact of a falling tree makes no sound at all, but freely proclaims that Jesus’ words have transformed his life forever. You can correspond with him at knappsnest@msn.com

Miracle on Treasure Island

By Janice May Harris

After a year of attending chapel services at Treasure Island Naval Base in San Francisco, I still didn’t know if God existed. I wanted to believe in Him. I hoped that Jesus was more than a good person, the Bible more than a nice story, but doubts still plagued me. Even so, I kept attending services, praying to God, and wondering if real miracles still happen.

One day after chapel, two missionaries invited me to a women’s Bible study being held on Saturday. Though apprehensive, I planned to attend their meeting. The rest of that week, I prayed and read the words of Jesus: “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come into him and dine with him, and he with Me” Revelation 3:20 I said to myself, “Jesus, wherever you are, if your words are true, then come knock at my door-and if you do-I will serve you forever.”

On Saturday morning, I hurried off to the meeting with my friend, Judy, in tow. The missionaries conducted their class in East Chapel, upstairs in some old barracks near the chaplain’s office. On the weekends, the naval base was deserted, so the four of us were alone in the building, except for the man downstairs in charge of the barracks. The building was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. My ears were in tune to the silence around me.

As the meeting began, I prayed quietly, still wondering if Jesus would somehow show up. Words cannot adequately describe what took place next. Within a few seconds, there came a loud knock on the chapel door. The teacher of our Bible study immediately opened the door, but saw no one, nor did we. If someone had approached the chapel, we would have heard the old wooden floors creak and snap, but there were no sounds of footsteps at all. The hall was empty. Our leader asked, “Did you hear someone knock?”

We looked at each other in amazement, then answered “Yes.” I almost fainted and fell off my chair. My heart pounded so loud I wondered if others in the room could hear it. “I think Jesus just knocked at the door.” As I pondered that thought, tears began flowing down my cheeks and wouldn’t stop.

Although no one actually saw Him, I believe Jesus was there. He knocked, walked right through an open door, and entered my heart. Jesus saved me that day, and I have kept my vow to serve Him ever since. I will never forget His miracle at Treasure Island.

If you ever hear God (Jesus) knocking, open up the door, whether it’s a spiritual door or otherwise. You never know, He may have a miracle for you waiting.

Janice M. Harris writes from Portland, Oregon. IllustratorWriter@peoplepc.com

Living the Dream Of Love

By Bill & Pam Farrel

We all enter marriage with a dream. When we said “I do” to one another, a brand-new creation of God takes place. We might even remember some of the people who toasted the dream at our wedding.

Some see the dream as practical: “To the bride: may she share everything with her husband, including the housework!”

Others saw the dream as impossible: “Here’s to you and here’s to me, I hope we never disagree; but if, perchance, we ever do, then here’s to me, to heck with you.”

Others saw the dream as blissful: “May your troubles be less and your blessings be more, and nothing but happiness come through your door.”

In our newest book, The First Five Years of Marriage, we explain that Romans 15:6 lays out the highest aspiration of marriage: “So that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Each couple has much in common with other couples, but no other husband and wife on earth are exactly like us. The ways we interact with one another, make decisions, plan our lives, communicate our values, and enjoy our time together are unique and ought to be treasured. We are a vital part of God’s worldwide, history-wide plan. The dream of our love will bring glory to God because of us, and the love we share, we intricately woven into God’s plan of love for the entire planet.

As we dream about our lives together, we may be thinking:
· I sure hope we are one of those couples that are so cute and in love as they grow old together.
· I hope we have the opportunity to have some kids!
· I wonder if we’ll live in our dream home.
· I wish for long, romantic strolls on moonlit beaches.
· I hope that together we can become financially independent and live a life of ease.
· We’ll never fight!
· I hope other couples notice how in love we are and want what we have!
· I hope we travel to exotic, romantic destinations around the globe.
· Sex is going to be red-hot and happen every night!

It’s obvious that some of these statements maybe unrealistic. But we must not get discouraged, because we hold the key to unlocking our dreams and every time we enjoy our love, we reveal a little bit more of who God is, because “God is love.” (1 John 4:16) Loving each other is the key to the dream. Sometimes we think the perfect job is the dream, or the perfect house is the dream or perfect children-- the dream. These are all nice, but if there is no love in our home or in our family the perfect job just becomes a way to fund a nightmare.

The key is to love one another with a bigger purpose in mind. Jesus said in John 13:35: "By this all men will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another." Our love is a light. That’s the dream! As we head into the next year, let’s go out on a date and ask each other: “How can we better love each other? Let’s set a goal to love in a way that the people in our world: our kids, our friends, our family, those we both work with can best see the love we share and the source of that love--God!” Let’s live the dream by committing to love all out, over the top, no holds barred—unreservedly love!

Bill & Pam Farrel writes from El Cajon, California. www.farrelcommunications.com.

The Kingdom of God

By Fred Wikoff

“I must preach the good news of the kingdom of God . . . for I was sent for this purpose.’ ” (Luke 4:43)

The word “kingdom” occurs in the New Testament about 150 times, 100 spoken by Christ. Yet the exact meaning of the phrase, kingdom of God, can be confusing because it’s never actually defined. (See What Jesus Taught by George Alder)

Perhaps this is because the Jewish people, for many years prior to Christ’s coming, had looked for God to establish an earthly kingdom to free them from Roman rule. Thus the phrase, kingdom of God, needed little explanation because the phrase was well known.

Still, the Pharisees had to be confused when they pondered Christ’s answer to their question concerning the coming of God’s kingdom: “The kingdom of God is not coming with signs to be observed; nor will they say, ‘Lo, here it is!’ or ‘There!’ for behold, the kingdom of God is in the midst of you.” Luke 17: 20-21

Even more confusing to those in power, Christ taught that God’s kingdom is ruled by love, not force, and the important dignitaries of the kingdom are servants of all; rather than imposing VIPs that rule with power and authority. (See Mark 10: 35-45)

Invisible . . . ruled by love . . . servants of all? Even the Apostles, after spending much time with Christ, were slow to comprehend just what the kingdom of God entailed. It is not surprising then that those looking for a vastly different earthly kingdom, rejected Christ and his claim of an invisible kingdom within.

Even today, many are still confused about the actual meaning of the kingdom of God. Ask a group of Christians to define the kingdom of God and a multitude of different answers surface: heaven, God’s people, the city of gold as described in Revelation, the Church . . . being just a few. Indeed, all may be said to be a part of the kingdom of God, but none in themselves are the total kingdom. God’s kingdom entails much more.

From the moment Christ began to preach the phrase “the kingdom of God” was frequently on his lips. What he actually meant by it is difficult to comprehend. It is a “kingdom with in” (Luke 17:21) and one must become “like children,” (Matthew 18:4) and be “born again” (John 3:5) to enter. It “is not of this world;" (John 18:36) but at the same time it is in the world, as “the light of the world.” (Matthew 5:14)

Christ often used parables when teaching about the kingdom of God. From them we can learn much about the kingdom if not a precise definition. We learn how it begins, grows and flourishes. We learn of its great value but also its weaknesses and Satan’s covert attempts to destroy it. We learn how hard it is to get into the kingdom and that diligence and perseverance pays off in the end.

That we can’t precisely define it is not important. What is important is that we recognize the kingdoms overall significance to God’s plan of salvation. It is a spiritual kingdom and its earthly branch, Christ’s Church, is here for the soul purpose of witnessing to the “good news of the kingdom” in a world ruled by Satan.

We who are in God’s kingdom rejoice that he has chosen us as tools to spread his message, but we also know the task is not easy and “we will be hated by the world” because of him; for we “are not of the world as Christ is not of the world.” (See John 17:14)

Still, we press on with joy for we have been “crucified with Christ; and that it is no longer we who live, but Christ that lives in us; and the life which we now live in the flesh we live by faith in the Son of God, who loved us and gave Himself for us.” (See Galatians 2:20)

“For whatever is born of God overcomes the world; and this is our victory that overcomes the world, our faith.” (1John 5:4-5)

"For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16)

Fred Wikoff writes from Eugene, Oregon.

Kingdom Living Today

By Denise Spooner

Whether we think about it, realize it or accept it, the kingdom of God is at hand. We are living in the day where everywhere we look, not only are prophesies being fulfilled at alarming rates, but revivals are breaking out all over the world, evil is becoming more and more prevalent and the end of this world as we know it will surely come to pass at the blink of an eye.

Of course these are all issues to pray about, consider and discuss with others as these events are inevitable, but knowing and accepting these truths only prepare us for what lie ahead. God says to make the most of every opportunity. Often, this is what the events of this world do for those who know God. Natural disasters, poverty, sickness, and even death open doors of conversation that would otherwise be tightly shut.

What can we do here now as we await our glorious kingdom to come? Matthew 28:18-20, the Great Commission, tells us what to do. “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to Me, therefore, go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the end of the age.”

While we see and experience events in our lives that undoubtedly remind us that this world will one day pass away, kingdom living can be ours while we are waiting for our ultimate arrival in the kingdom of heaven. Using catastrophes, news breaking events of revival and even common situations that people discuss, we can share God’s love with others. God is a living answer in a dying world of hopelessness. In this day we have the awesome opportunity to walk, talk and live as Jesus did. We are God’s voice in times of trouble, we are His hands that reach out to help, we are His feet that walk about earnestly seeking those that are desperate for something better in this life. If we will but pray and watch, God will offer us divine appointments that allow us to experience kingdom living here on earth. We have God Himself living inside us; we have His Son, Jesus, operating inside us and we have the Holy Spirit working inside us to bring about the will of God in our own lives as well as be a part of God’s plan for others. It’s not all about us, it is all about Him, and those He died for.

As we begin to contemplate our New Year’s resolutions, let’s remember the calling to kingdom living. The Great Commission is commanded of us, not requested. God sacrificed His only Son and Jesus gave His very life for us. John 3:16 says: “For God so loved the world He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever would believe in Him would not perish but have everlasting life.” It is only right that we give or lives back to the One Who gave us eternal life.

Kingdom living on earth now prepares us for the kingdom to come. Are we ready to live for the kingdom everyday?

Denise Spooner writes from Grants Pass, Oregon. created2write4him@yahoo.com

Is That Jesus?

A nurse on the pediatric ward, before listening to the little ones' chest would plug the stethoscope into their ears and let them listen to their own hearts.

Their eyes would always light up with awe.

She never got a response equal to four-year-old David's. Gently she tucked the stethoscope in his ears and placed the disk over his heart.

"Listen,” she said, "what do you suppose that is?"

He drew his eyebrows together in a puzzled line and looked up as if lost in the mystery of the strange tap-tap-tapping deep in his chest.

Then his face broke out in a wondrous grin. "Is that Jesus knocking?" He asked.

Sent By Kathy Anderst

Giving the Worst to Church

(Around Thanksgiving a few years ago, radio commentator Paul Harvey shared a true story of a woman and her frozen Thanksgiving turkey)

The Butterball Turkey Company set up a telephone hotline to answer consumer questions about preparing holiday turkeys. One woman called to inquire about cooking a turkey that had been in the bottom of her freezer for 23 years. That's right—23 years. The Butterball representative told her the turkey would probably be safe to eat if the freezer had been kept below zero for the entire 23 years. But the Butterball representative warned her that even if the turkey was safe to eat, the flavor would probably have deteriorated to such a degree that she would not recommend eating it.

The caller replied, "That's what I thought. We'll give the turkey to our church." (Paul Harvey daily radio broadcast - 11-22-95)

Sent by Charles Kimball from Allen, Texas.

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Stormy Waters Wash Over Young Couple

By Mike Green

It has been said, "Into everyone's life a little rain must fall." But when the storm clouds of misfortune gathered over the lives of Brian and Alicia, the atmosphere settled into position to create just the right conditions for the most rare of typhoons to occur — one so big that seasoned sailors simply call it, "The Perfect Storm."

The cloudburst culminated last month in a 9-1-1 call to Ashland physician Craig Chow, when Brian felt like he was going to explode, literally. That emergency ended with him laying on a table being cut open by a surgeon, who reached inside of Brian and prevented his intestines from bursting.

For any other 26-year-old married father of two toddlers, such a tragic medical circumstance would take quite a psychological toll as well. But Brian had battled this storm for many years, and continues to hold onto the knowledge that even the wind and rain obey Jesus Christ — the only Lifesaver who could rescue him from such dire circumstances, just as He had done many times since Brian married Alicia.

Soon after meeting and marrying the woman of his dreams five years ago, Brian watched her fall ill while carrying their first child. She survived. Then it was his turn.

Brian was diagnosed with cancer and had to undergo treatments. But this strong, smart young man had dreams to fulfill and wasn't about to let cancer stop him from building a home for his family. He had studied business in college and started his own home-building company with just one employee, himself. He would consistently overcome physical setbacks to meet deadlines while using his extraordinary construction knowledge and skills to provide for his family. Alicia had studied psychology and would need everything she learned to prepare for what the future was about to reveal.

After Alicia recovered and Brian was going through chemotherapy, the couple was informed they would be unable to have any more children. Within a few months of that news, Alicia discovered she was pregnant. The celebration wouldn't last long, however, as a flash flood of medical problems impacted her yet again. After Alicia gave birth and recovered, it was again Brian's turn.

Another type of cancer had attacked Brian's body and the young couple would need the help of family and friends in the Rogue Valley. With Brian unable to work and Alicia taking care of two pre-schoolers and being a nurse to her husband, it seemed the couple's dream of owning their own home had fallen off the radar. Navigating the troubled waters of health care costs in conjunction with the rigors of near-constant physical and mental rehabilitation was taking a terrible toll on them both.

But Brian's determination to overcome his circumstances was strong. The couple was one of the last recipients of a special loan program that enabled them to acquire a piece of land and begin building their modest home. Then Brian was diagnosed with Crohn's disease.

Despite excruciating pain and the loss of more than 40 pounds, he continued to work.

Only those closest to the couple knew of their unique plight. Both Brian and Alicia held fast to their faith. In spite of their circumstances, they continually volunteered at their church. Alicia helped with childcare and special programs while Brian helped build altars and other small projects. But their ability to help others would be undermined by the tragedies impacting their own lives.

Today, Brian is still recovering from his close call with death on the operating table. Alicia is both mother and nurse. Their dream house is only partially built, and remains open to the weather that threatens each day to destroy it. The bank taps its financial fingers, as time ticks quickly toward foreclosure. Meanwhile, the couple has no income.

This incredible story is true. And the opportunity to demonstrate love as a community is real.

Brian and Alicia did everything right. Yet, with every step in the right direction they encountered tragedy. I share the story of this young couple (with their permission) with readers in the Rogue Valley, believing in the goodwill of this great community.

Southern Oregon, and the Rogue Valley in particular, is a unique place where those of us who live and work here understand how fortunate we are. Our community consists of a plethora of people with extraordinary intellect, talent and good fortune. We are also a spiritual community with an understanding of the universal connection we share with others.

None of us can dissipate the clouds that have rained down tragic circumstances upon Brian and Alicia. But we can supply shelter from the storm and help build levees to protect against the flood, enabling this couple to regain their footing and rejoin the journey toward fulfillment of their dreams.

If you would like to learn more or wish to help Brian, Alicia and their two children, contact Vikki Clays at (541) 734-9297 or kvclays@hotmail.com .

Mike Green is a columnist, author and the Content Editor of the Ashland Daily Tidings. mgreen@dailytidings.com 482-3456 x223

Copy-Cat Time

By Lynn Ludwick

My daughter arrived on time to pick me up for a shopping date, but I wasn’t ready. After I let her and my granddaughter in, Tanya grabbed a cup of coffee and plopped on the couch, while little Renee toddled after me. As soon as we entered the bathroom she pointed to the glass that holds her toothbrush and mine, then rubbed her tummy (her sign language version for “please”). I applied baby toothpaste to her brush, then grabbed my own. With eyes following my movements, she wiggled her brush in her mouth, up and down, back and forth. Renee is a full-on imitator.

That was a couple of months ago. Now it is January once more. The month of resolutions and grand plans. The month that precedes the months of failure and set-aside intentions. As usual, I had determined to be more organized in the year just past. And as usual, I am determined to be more organized in the year ahead. This past year brought major changes in my life, and the upcoming year promises more. My mother is aging and will require increasing care. Order in my personal life is not a mere dream and desire, but a practical necessity—I’ve downsized my living quarters.

Each January, year after year, I attempt to organize and exercise more discipline in various areas of my life. While I do achieve some progress, too often I fail. Whatever can—will—make this year different?

Renee came to mind, my little imitator. It’s how she learns to maneuver in her expanding world. I’ve watched her struggle her heavy diaper bag to her shoulder, determined to tote it just like Mommy, then stagger across the room. She spins in circles, copying her older brother. She mimics our facial expressions and does her best to say the words we’re teaching her.

Imitation is what she does. What she doesn’t do is line up her entire life of inadequacies—she can’t talk in complete sentences, she’s a wobbly runner and she can’t ride a bike. Instead, she concentrates on mastering new skills, mostly by imitation. So this year I’ve decided to adopt her strategy. If it’s good enough for a seventeen-month old, it’s good enough for her grandmother.

First I’ll imitate God, knowing how through scripture and by paying special attention to accounts of Jesus’ life on earth. The apostle Paul penned some awesome lists in his Epistles. “Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” Colossians 3:12

My life is rich with people skilled in various aspects of living. My sister achieves high marks in kindness. Generosity is the hallmark of my best friend’s life. Another friend is amazingly organized. Yet another friend, her life irrevocably altered by a brain injury, displays courage that puts me to shame. My writing co-teacher has encouragement down to a science. My choir director is skilled at bringing out the best in each of us and blending our voices into a harmonic whole—with patience to boot. Those are a few traits I might pay heed to.

However, even as I write these words, I hesitate, nervous about presenting intentions I might once more fail to realize. So I’ll copy another of Renee’s great traits—well, other than her charm—her persistence. When she trips and falls, she’s right back on her feet. Even when she sustains an owie, after a quick hug and a kiss she’s on her way once again. But more, I serve a God who doesn’t give up on me, or any of us, One who advises us to pick ourselves up and go forward—in His strength. “And as for you, brothers, never tire of doing what is right.” 2 Thessalonians 3:13 “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9

When I grow weary (or lazy), I’ll pray for renewed strength. I’ll also hang around Renee and allow her example of determination and imitation to re-inspire me.
I ask God for a blessed and joyous New Year for all of us, replete with rich fulfillment of His promises and intentions in our lives.

“Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.” James 1:22

Lynn Ludwick writes from Medford, OR. lynniegirl45@hotmail.com

The Biblical Goal of Parenting Part 1

By Rawly Glass

“Can I have this, Momma?” Little Joel grabbed a candy bar from the super market array and waved it in his mother’s face.

“No!” Joel’s mother shouted in frustration at her son. “How many times have I told you Hands Off! Now put it back!”

Joel’s face clouded over and he grasped the candy even tighter. Scrunching his eyes, he let out a wail. “But I’m hungry! I want it!”

“Joel, I’m warning you,” Mother hissed. “You’re never coming shopping with me again.

What is the true problem we see illustrated in this story? Is it a naughty child? A misbehaving, rebellious little boy? Or is it perhaps a picture of an unhealthy relationship between a child and a mother?

In this article I'm going to talk about relationships.

Parents struggle today with their job of parenting because they lack a clear concise foundation. This foundation includes an understanding of the mission goals and objectives of parenting. In the last several articles I have shared what I believe the mission of parenting is: to share the gospel with our children. I believe that when this clearly drives our parenting, we will parent differently, and our children will grow into responsible, balanced young people.

Now I'd like to take the next step and discuss the goals of parenting. The difference between a mission and a goal is crucial here. A mission is the primary purpose. The goals are more specific. As we focus on accomplishing the goals, we will automatically accomplish the mission.

For example the mission might be to build a new subdivision of 15 houses. A goal would be to build our first house by May 1, 2008. Another goal might be to have the next three houses built by October 31, 2008. So as we accomplish these goals, we will automatically accomplish the mission.

When it comes to parenting there is one primary goal that stands head and shoulders above all other parenting goals. One that lays a foundation that nurtures and assures the realization of our mission. If this one goal is clear, and if our mission is clear, we are much more likely to accomplish our heart’s desire as parents.

The key foundational goal of parenting is to develop a strong, positive, respectful relationship with our children. On the surface this may not seem terribly insightful, new, or earth shattering. However, I assure you that what I'm suggesting is not only earth shattering, but a radical deviation from the way parenting has traditionally been done. Perhaps it will become clearer as I continue on.

As I submitted in the articles on the mission of parenting, obedience is the prime objective for most parents. However, I am suggesting that the mission is preaching the gospel. And the way we do that is to form a relationship with our child. In fact it is the relationship we have with our child that allows our child to hear the gospel. If we have a relationship that is characterized by nurturing, respect, loving kindness, etc. their ears work great. If on the other hand we have a relationship characterized by conflict, criticism, control, and manipulation, their ears don't work very well. They are unable to hear the good news because bad news is facing them at every turn in this relationship.

It is imperative for us to learn how to develop the kind of relationship that opens the ears and hearts of our children. What kind of relationship accomplishes this? I'm sure it is no surprise to most of us that looking at the kind of treatment we get from God will help answer this question.

Let's explore this by looking at the story in the Old Testament about Jonah. This is a story we are all familiar with from our childhood. And it has a dynamic that illustrates how God responds to us. It says in Jonah 1:1, 2: "The word of the Lord came to Jonah the son of Amittai saying, arise, go to Nineveh the great city, and cry against it, for their wickedness has come up before me."
God invited Jonah to join him in ministry. My imagination is that this was given to Jonah respectfully and with consideration. God's tone was likely kind, perhaps somewhat anxious and concerned for the welfare of the people of Nineveh. Further that God was not unkind to Jonah in any way in delivering this message. I think it was easy to hear nor abrasive in the way it was delivered.

But Jonah was another story. If we look at this story from a parenting perspective, Jonah would clearly be classified as a “naughty” or “rebellious boy.” Next month we’ll focus on how God responded to Jonah’s naughty behavior.

Rawly Glass writes from Medford, Oregon. For more on a Biblical perspective on parenting, check Rawly’s web site: www.relationshipsfirst.net

Award Shows

By Bob Hansen

There seems to be a terrible proliferation of award shows on TV. These are shows about shows: movies and TV programs that have aired in the past. We’ve all heard of The Academy Awards and the People’s Choice Awards, but new, similar shows are added all the time. (An inside scoop here: This year watch for the debut of the Fido Awards in which household animals vote for “best pet in a dramatic series” and “funniest comedic pet.”)

You may have guessed that I have little interest in these shows, but my wife sometimes enjoys watching them. While studying this discrepancy of opinion, I discovered three reasons why these “artificial” (my word) programs appeal to her.
First, and most obvious, she is interested to see who wins in the various categories. But her attraction to these shows goes much deeper.

Second, through polite questioning, I discovered that many females are attracted to these shows because of fashion. This had totally gone over my head. This should have been obvious, revealed by the post award show commentaries. A good portion of the rehash is dedicated to the clothing selections worn by the stars. (Of course, what the men wore is largely ignored.) Great attention is paid to the fashion sense, and, or, the appropriateness of various dresses worn by women. What an odd phenomenon.

The next level of my wife’s fascination was hidden even deeper than the first two. It was only by careful observation that I caught wind of this point. My wife’s running commentary tipped me off. “So and so” (I’ve forgotten the name) “also starred in the movie_____” (I’ve forgotten what she said) “and was married to” (I can’t remember) “until they divorced. Now she is dating ____.” (some other nameless actor)

Then it dawned on me. To my wife this was not just a competition about the best movie or the best leading performances. She, as a relational being, realized that these faces on the screen were representations of real people, not mere pixels. She perceived them as having complex, intertwining lives of great fascination. What an eye-opener for me.

All this made me think about how I would devise an awards show for men. It would be like a sports banquet, I think. There would be much talk about how certain teams that crushed their opponents, humiliating them before their fans. And stats—lots of impressive stats! There would be video clips showing bone-splintering collisions on the field, the kind that make you wince with admiration.

Let’s be clear. These heroes are helmeted warriors. No one would be talking about the fashion-correctness of their uniforms. No one would refer to them as if they had private lives. We know they do, but it’s considered irrelevant.

When it came time for the awards themselves, a drum roll will lead up to the announcement. The moment of truth has arrived. Months of bragging rights hinge on the winner. At the pronouncement the victors whoop and cheer and strut about.

The less fortunate will fall into a state of dejected crying. (Just kidding about the crying.) Instead, they will act in the lofty ways men are well known for. They will protest the decision, demanding a recount. They will stomp their feet and shout complaints in an endearing display of male whining. Then a referee will appear and call a technical foul. The guilty party will accept this gracefully, like men usually do. He will holler louder, pointing his finger at the referee and calling his character into question, then stomp away in a display of masculine pouting. When written out like this, the man’s award show sounds less noble that it really would be.

In thinking about these contrasts, it occurred to me that there is another type of award show—the kind that relates to God’s kingdom. The Bible speaks about rewards that God will hand out. Although our salvation is not based on good works, it seems that God still wishes to reward the things He values—things like faith.

Fashion will not be an issue in the kingdom of God’s award show. Physical beauty will not be lauded. Strength or physically superiority will not be praised. Humility will reign. The dominant theme of acceptance speeches will be the all-encompassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus. He is the creator of all things and in Him all things hold together. “For, of Him, and through Him, and to Him, are all things. To Him be the glory forever! Amen.” Romans 11:36

Bob Hansen writes from Chehalis, Oregon. bhansen6@juno.com

An Analogy Of God

This is one of the best explanations of why God allows pain and suffering that I have seen. It's an explanation other people will understand.

A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."

"Why do you say that?" asked the customer.

"Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine loving a God who would allow all of these things."

The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.

Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and un-kept.

The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist."

"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"

"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."

"Ah, but barbers DO exist! What happens is, people do not come to me."
"Exactly!"affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! What happens, is, people don't go to Him and do not look for Him. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."

Sent by Fred Wikoff from Eugene, Oregon.

A Miracle for $1.11

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way six blocks to the Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick and I want to buy a miracle."
"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"
"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

" I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and mommy says he needs an operation. But my daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.

"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers."

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."

The well dressed man was Dr. Carlton A rmstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

"That surgery," Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child.

Sent in by Gayla Vick from Medford, Oregon.

2008 And New Beginnings - A G A I N

By Patti Iverson

Same-o same-o resolutions for new beginnings every January. I resolved to no longer make resolutions, so my recycled ones will have to do. But for some reason, it all seems different this year. I think it’s because I’m getting older. I think it’s because the Lord is more dear, more clear, more near. And my attitude has been revamped by a quirky little TV show I saw called, Angels in the Outfield. A darling little African American boy kept saying, “It could happen…” Well yeah, it could. So let the New Year begin with my slightly modified list:

1. BIBLE STUDY. Always a biggie. 2 Timothy 2:15 “Study to show yourself approved to God…and live completely in a strong foundation of servant hood.” Study prepares and equips us to be a part of His Family of God and the whole of humanity. Wow! I want, I need, that. Mark Twain said, “It ain’t what I don’t know is in the Bible that bothers me. It’s what I do know that worries me!” The study of God’s Word is to discover God’s will. It’s a discipline that has helped, taught, and led the greatest characters. Mark may have studied the Bible for all the wrong reasons, and boy! What a character he was!

2. PRAY MORE. LISTEN. BE STILL. I can’t even be still when I’m fast asleep.
We live in a condensed and shortened world. Our meals, marriages, moments with God are all hurry-up quickies. If we have an emergency we shoot our arrow prayers. “I need help, SOS, right this minute, Lord!” When was the last time you didn’t “911” God, and instead, just waited patiently to hear His still small voice and see what HE had in mind for you? Someone said, “God whispers to us in our pleasures and shouts to us in our pain.” I need more long, quiet visits just with me and my Lord, alone together.

3. BE ACTIVE IN MY COMMUNITY. 1 Peter 2:16 “Act as free men, not using your freedom as a covering for evil, but use it as a servant of God.” I want to serve my country and community this New Year FOR God. America is freedom to be who God meant you to be, wherever you live. I want to treasure it. It used to be patriotic, as Patrick Henry said, “Give me liberty or give me death.” Now it’s, “Give me ambiguity or give me something else!” Bob Hope knew ambiguity: “That’s America for ya. Won’t let kids pray in schools, but puts Bibles in motels!” I need to serve and use my freedom for the Lord here, where I live.

4. MAKE BETTER CHOICES. For me this is major. Probably for you, too, no matter your age. Proverbs 3:5 “In all your ways acknowledge Him and HE shall direct your paths.” Well duh, I know I should think of the Lord first and let Him lead me. Not “My way or the highway.” I want it to be His way, or no way. A goofy old street person said, “I don’t suffer from insanity. I CHOOSE to enjoy every minute of it.” It’s a funny thing about my life: when I refuse to accept anything but the best, I usually get it. Rejoice in the choice, be it work, weight, service, addictions, or pleasures.

5. BE CONTENT. Philippians 4:11 “I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am in.” Oh really now? Well, it is possible if one has the Holy Spirit in his heart. Socrates said, “He is richest who is content with least.” We all have moments of misery but they needn’t disillusion us to the point of making us discontent. Do you wish you were richer? “We were so poor we couldn’t afford a watchdog. If we heard a noise at night, we’d bark ourselves!” Do you wish you looked different? A preacher was in fine form when he hollered, “Everything God made is perfect!” Old hunchback, in the last pew, rose and said, “What about me?” Preacher replied, “You are the most perfect hunchback I’ve ever seen!” Well, alrighty then… Be content!

So, there are my 2008 resolutions. Mine are waaaay better than Mike’s on the web: “Eat naturally and learn to coax out Twinkie filling by the Lamaze method.” The Internet is filled with advice to “follow scientifically proven methods of achieving your goals with information so you cannot go wrong” . Health! Wealth! Name it! Claim it! Oh shucks. That’s not the right way to go. I’ll choose Jesus, instead. It’s always about Jesus… May you be blessed by the Blesser Himself throughout this New Year!

Patti Iverson writes from Medford, Oregon. Randpi2@charter.net

When the Earth Gives Way

By Kyle Heath

God is our refuge and strength,
An ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
And the mountains fall into the heart of the sea. (Psalm 46:1-2)

Bodysurfing with a friend this summer at Laguna Beach had its ups and downs. After a quick run over the hot sand, we dove into the refreshing, chili waters of the southern California Pacific. Riding the waves was exhilarating—with each cold swell that passed under me, I felt my heart pulse as my feet left the comfort of the sandy bottom and floated in the bustle of tide.

It was good until the first breaker caught me unprepared. I suddenly felt the strong pull of tide at my feet and turned to see a ten-foot breaker about to greet me.

The breaker took me and unceremoniously pitched me into the sand, coughing and sputtering, leaving my sympathetic friend to laugh his guts out. Who knew it was coming?

The Christian life, for better or for worse, is the same way. Sometimes it's so easy. Sometimes the only blips on our radar are the sweet things; the fulfilling relationships, the financial peace, the hundred reasons for little smiles and warm hearts.

Unfortunately, we know that for every Christian, the waves will come and smack us in the face. Without warning, in comes debt, marital strife, layoffs, and suddenly our support tumbles away, and we are left shell-shocked and vulnerable.

These times always hurt. There's nothing to dull the pain of difficulty—even the most stable Christian feels the sting. As we search for reasons for the broken-down car, often the only answer we'll receive is the silence of God. But for the Christian suffering is not the end of the story; God has not redeemed a people for Himself only to leave them foundering in difficulties without any hope! We can have confidence even while our most treasured possessions are being stripped from our hands.

Psalm 46 tells us God is a refuge for his people. The Ancient Near East was a land teeming with war and difficulty. The Israelites faced the unremitting threat of annihilation: armies could ravage unwalled cities, famines could wipe out food resources, plagues could decimate populations. The world was a dangerous place to be. "Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall." Psalm 46:6 Yet Psalm 46 is a Jewish song of hope, not a sad psalm.

The assurance that God's people took to the bank was that their God was powerful. Armies may have been scary, plagues may have been menacing, but God was the one who gave boundaries to the swelling waves! The maker of the universe, the maker of us, is strong enough to calm both raging seas and anxious hearts.

There's another reason for hope, too. God isn't just strong; he has identified Himself with us. He is our God, and through thick and thin, He's here to stay. That is a promise. In the midst of our difficulty, He says: "Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you." Isaiah 43:1-2

The Lord doesn't promise us a life free from difficulty, but He does offer us something even better—He promises us Himself. That is the greatest security net we can ever ask for in trials. Life comes in waves; sometimes good times come and sometimes bad times, but it is comforting to know that through either experience, we can face each wave and say, "my God is bigger than you, and He will see me through."

Kyle Heath writes from Simpsonville, South Carolina. tessekur@gmail.com

We Each Have An Epic Tale

By Randy Knapp

You and I are unique. It is estimated that by the first of December the earth’s population will be 6,633,567,102. If we were introduced to each individual in that census, we would never find another person just like us. Our distinct individuality gives us a key to understanding something about the character of God.

Given the relatively simple building blocks of DNA it seems logical that there would be a limit to life’s variations. But God was so thorough in His fundamental organic design that life on earth is infinitely varied. No single object is a carbon copy of another. No snowflake, no leaf, no blade of grass, no fingerprint, no person is an identical copy of another. With this understanding we can conclude that God does not create assembly line people and He is not interested in fast food relationships.

We can draw a couple more conclusions as well. First, God’s blueprint for life is complete in every detail and He knows how it functions. And secondly, it is God’s design that makes you and me unique and that uniqueness is what most intrigues God.

The narrative of the Bible captures the essence of thousands of relationships between God and His chosen people. No two stories are the same. Moses is the only one to encounter a burning bush. There is only one Abraham, only one Peter, and only John was given the vision of the ending of the world.

In every instance the Bible relates the stories of how God chose to insinuate Himself into the lives of individuals. His express purpose was to nurture a meaningful relationship with the person and bless him as a result. His ultimate purpose was to use the encounter to bless multitudes of others to whom the story would become familiar.

A conflict in heaven between God and Satan brought Job under history’s magnifying glass. The dispute questioned the extent of Job’s love for his Creator. Satan contended that God had bribed Job to love Him with undeserved wealth. God held that the relationship was genuine and Job’s love was freely returned despite the blessings. Satan determined to test the hypothesis. He used every tool in his demonic arsenal to break Job and sever his trust in the goodness of God.

As the episode draws to a close God is vindicated, Job is restored, and Satan is unmasked as the antagonist dedicated to the destruction of anything that is the focus of God’s love.

What is most interesting about the story is the fact that Job is never clued in to what really happened. It is God who controls the epic tale. In the middle of the story, He allows Satan the power to destroy everything that was of value to Job. As the story concludes God independently restores ten times what was taken from him. Throughout the story, no matter what happened, either good or bad, Job remained faithful in his love for God.

Just as history recorded Job’s story, it will record yours and mine. The elements of our tales will be uniquely different, but the purpose of our story will be the same as Job’s. Through our individual tales, God wants to demonstrate His unconditional love for humanity. God wants to use you and me to tell as many others as possible that He loves people. He wishes to become intimately involved in their lives and He wants to bless them as a result of the relationship.
As you and I find ourselves unavoidably in the middle of our epics, we will often feel like we don’t have a clue as to what is really going on. Our blessings may overflow, or we may find ourselves surrounded by desolation and destruction. Like Job we may call out to God in confusion. But unlike Job we understand that there is a cosmic battle being fought over each of us, and unlike Job, we know how our story will end.

God tells billions of unique stories through His encounters with individuals. In each story, the beginning and the middle vary greatly in their details, but the ending is always the same. God loves us unconditionally, He seeks the free reciprocation of that love, and with God securely intertwined in our tales, we can be confident in its ending. No matter how things may appear our stories will always conclude with a fairy tale trailer: “AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER.”

Randy writes from Medford, Oregon. knappsnest@msn.com

The Unopened Gift

By sandy cathcart

I told God that I absolutely wouldn’t have any trouble believing that He was planning to provide the funds for me to pay bills and to take part in a Pacific Bible College trip to Italy…absolutely no trouble at all…IF…He would just come out and tell me that it was His plan to do so. I went on to tell Him that it really wasn’t fair for Him to ask me to believe Him when He doesn’t talk to me.

Oh boy…it’s always a bad thing to tell God He’s unfair. It is always a losing argument on my side. God is the only one who is fair…there is no shadow of turning in Him.

So, it probably shouldn’t surprise anyone that I heard a still small voice (Yes, that voice.) tell me to test Him in this. Open your Bible, the voice said, and I think I heard a touch of humor in it as well. Open your Bible. Just let it fall open (something I rarely do), and see if I don’t speak directly to your question.

So I did. I let my Bible fall open and read the first words I saw in Matthew 7:7-8. “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”

Okay, already. I know this is a direct answer. God is definitely going to provide for my family and me. I have no need to fear the ugly words of bankruptcy and homelessness. Even if those things occur, God will still meet our needs. I’ve seen His hand at work in the past when our house burned to the ground and we were homeless overnight with five children and two dogs. He definitely protected us, and I felt His love through several months of homelessness.

But Italy? What an extravagance.

I’ve seen God provide miraculously for my mission trips to China, Vietnam, Siberia, Far East Russia, and even Israel…but Italy? Italy is a gift.

I’ve been attending Pacific Bible College for several years. I’ve completed the church and art history classes. It takes my breath away to think I might stand beneath the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel to view Michelangelo’s great work and visit the town of Assisi where St. Francis brought us all back to an intimate relationship with God. This is no mission trip. My main goal is not to reach out to others. My main goal is selfish—I want to connect with these great men and women of our past.

Read on, the voice said, more insistent this time. So I did.

“Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”

Goodness! Even with an exclamation point at the end. I’m a writing teacher. I know the importance of that exclamation point. Italy is a gift. Wow! God wants to give me a gift. It’s there for the taking, sitting unopened in the corner amidst all the wrappings from the other packages of Christmas morning. The gifts of righteousness, faithfulness, grace, peace, joy, and perseverance have all been opened, but yet another extravagant gift beckons.

I’m going for it, taking the jobs the Lord is setting before me, offering my art at special prices, cleaning houses and yards, accepting charity, and picking up pop cans, opening the gift one layer at a time.

“Will you still go for your dreams when you’re old,” my granddaughter Rachel recently asked me. First of all I thanked her for thinking I wasn’t old. Then I asked her why she asked the question.

“Because it seems most old people forget their dreams.”

I think of her words as I unwrap the unopened gift, because that’s what I find inside—dreams, extravagance—they don’t always look like I expect, but they always provide great joy. And they remind me of one of the greatest gifts of all…that God still speaks to those who have ears to hear Him.

Sandy Cathcart writes from Prospect, Oregon. www.impactfolios.com/sandycathcart

The Other Man

By Michelle Rocker

I’ve been single for twenty-eight years now. My dreams of love, marriage, and children, are slowly beginning to fade. I remember being asked in kindergarten what I wanted to be when I grew up: a mother. That was an “ah” moment then. Now it is an “ah” with a different tone with raised eyebrows.

I hit middle school and was boy crazy with my friends. The problem was I was a little too short or a little too big around, however you wanted to look at it. I had long frizzy red hair, and just didn’t fit the “Barbie” ideal. But, I was happy for my friends that dated, rarely jealous. I had guy friends. I was always the friend, never the girlfriend.

High school brought a few boys my way. Most of them broke my heart. One even asked me to set him up with my best friend. Even crazier—I did it.

By the time I got to college, I was completely unsure of myself. Boys loved my hair, but not my body. I was a size ten, not a size two. I looked bigger then I was because I quit growing at five foot two inches. Without my confidence, I became a wallflower. I no longer pursued, but waited to be pursued.

Then I met my first long relationship. It was one year long. I could almost hear the wedding bells in our future, and then he dropped the bomb. He was in love with someone else and had been seeing her for the past month. Yeah, that one hurt. Once again trust became my issue, and the walls around my heart grew taller.

My last year at college, I met the dream man of my life. He was so much fun, and we laughed all the time. This was the one. We talked about a future, and somehow I just knew this was it. All it took was one drunk driver on the wrong side of the road, and my dream ended.

I quit dating after that. How could God let this happen to me? I had served God, and been a Christian my whole life. How was this possible? Now, not only did I not trust men, I didn’t trust God.

I closed my Bible and my heart for four years. I wouldn’t open either. But slowly the ice around my heart began to fade, and I began to open up. Sometimes I yelled. Sometimes I screamed. Sometimes I just cried. And that is when I met the other man.

He didn’t mind my tirades. He welcomed my honesty. He understood my hurts. He truly was the perfect man. I could see how I dumped him every time a new man came into my life. He was on the outside looking in. Yet, he forgave me. He loved me still.

That other man is Jesus Christ. I still hurt sometimes, but he continues to heal me. He knows about my dream, and he has promised that he has plans and a future for me. I just have to trust. It isn’t simple. It isn’t easy. But it is the only way.

Jesus will always be the other man for me. Without him, I am nothing.

Michelle Rocker writes from Hobe Sound, Florida. mmrocker@bellsouth.net

The Mission of Parenting.....Part 2

By Rawly Glass

Parenting is much like food: What we crave or want most is not what we really need. I may crave the berry pie ala mode or that luscious smooth fudge with nuts, but it’s clearly not what I need to be healthy. Most parents want THE definitive answers to “How do I get my child to be a good child, comply, and do what I ask the first time, (or before)?” But what we really need is a change in our basic philosophy of parenting starting with our mission. Last month I proposed that obedience is a dangerous way to measure success as parents. Getting our children to obey is not the mission according to scripture.

As I was studying years ago I was surprised to discover something very different. That is what I want to share with you this month. Let me begin by challenging you to think what parenting is really all about. In your mind, what is the primary purpose or mission of parenting? I encourage you to think beyond obedience.

Is it just to protect these little people from the big, bad world until they are able to handle things on their own? Is it to teach them how to follow all the rules? Is it to socialize them into the truth?

Consider the following passage: “Go into the world and preach the good news to all creation.” Mark 16:15 Don’t brush the gospel commission off too quickly with an, “Oh yeah, of course, but our mission is more than that.” I would argue that our parenting mission IS simply and completely this: To preach the good news. Too often we consider this a “no-brainer.” Too often we assume our children will get this automatically. Too often we discount the role the gospel has as a mission for our lives and parenting.

Our text says “…to all creation.” Certainly, there’s no part of God’s creation that is more precious than the children in our homes. It is our sacred mission to make sure that they know God’s great love and acceptance, that He is reaching out to help them in their struggles, and that He will never leave them.

Whatever we embrace at the deep philosophical level as our primary mission of parenting will guide everything we do or say as a parent. These actions and words, whatever techniques, methods, and specific interventions, everything, must preach this good news to your children. This is our mission as parents, given to us by God.

Focus: Bad News or Good News?

Most parenting models are based on bad news:
· You can’t…
· Don’t…
· You should…
· You shouldn’t…
· Bad boy / girl
· You’re in trouble now!
· Shame on you!
· “How many times do I have to tell you …?”
· “How do I get this child to obey me!?”

But the true parenting model spelled out in the Bible shares the good news of salvation with our children. Obedience focus doesn’t do this. Insisting our children honor us doesn’t do this. Punishment orientation doesn’t do this.

Our mission as Christian parents is to share the good news.

The good news of God’s acceptance instead of judgment and condemnation.
The good news of Salvation as a free gift given through Jesus.
The good news of transformation.
The good news of reconciliation.
The good news that God isn’t hung up on our mistakes.
Our purpose is to share that we’re already good enough.

When the gospel is our mission
This brings into focus the Bible passage that gives Irresistible Parenting its name. “I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men to me.” John 12:32 What draws you to someone? For me, I am drawn to kindness. I am drawn to peace. I am drawn to encouraging words, gentle tones. I am drawn to smiles and tenderness. I am drawn to people that believe in me, especially when I make a mistake. I am drawn to people that accept me. I am drawn to positive people. I am drawn to people that understand I am not a bad person even when I do bad things. As Proverbs says: “What is desirable in a man is his kindness.” Proverb s 19:22 I am irresistibly drawn to someone that loves me, no change required. Now, that’s good news!

Conclusion:
If our mission is about obedience or compliance, we will become bad news. However God has so much gospel we can share with our children. If we will remember our mission, it will keep us focused on good news. When our mission is gospel, our children will be irresistibly drawn to us and in the process meet a loving accepting God who offers them really good news – transformation, acceptance, and salvation. The thing I want the most for my children is to be reconnected to God. They will if my mission is good news.

So I am praying that God’s Spirit will strengthen us all to become Irresistible Parents.

Unlock the door to parenting power as you learn additional key concepts about the mission of parenting. Log onto my web site: www.relationshipsfirst.net.

Rawly Glass writes from Medford, Oregon. rglass@relationshipsfirst.net

The Land of Hope

By Judith Squier


Hope is the birthright of every Christian-our get up and go when life lays us low. But decades of broken dreams and unanswered prayers can bushwhack hope-creating pockets of hopelessness in even the strongest of Christians. God doesn’t leave His bushwhacked beloved in despair but He shows up, breathing life into our faltering faith. My hope was resuscitated a few years back when I met hope ‘with skin on.’

Jennifer’s story began twenty-seven years ago, when as a newborn she was life-flighted from Grants Pass to Doernbecher Children’s Hospital in Portland to undergo emergency surgery. Her diagnosis of cystic fibrosis would mean a lifetime of hospitalizations, surgeries, and daily battles for health. Beginning at day three, her survival required 45 minute morning and evening percussion therapies with someone pounding her back and chest to release excess mucous from her diseased lungs.

At age twelve, doctors declared her condition ‘failure to thrive.’ A feeding tube was inserted into her stomach enabling her undernourished body to gain an additional 1500 calories while she slept. She went from 45 lbs to 99 lbs in one year savoring the bright side - a new wardrobe every three months.

Someone forgot to tell Jennifer how sick she was. She loved life, showing up when any of us would have taken not a sick day, but a month. She was a born jock. As a second base and shortstop player in Little League, she could lay down the best bunt you ever saw, qualifying each year for the All Stars.

She dreamed of going away to college, but after one semester illness forced her to move back home. One semester was long enough, however, for a buff, AAA baseball player collegian to notice this spirited co-ed who exuded determination with every breath. Captivated by her beauty plus her spunk and passion for life, Jeff would drive late into the night to be with her for just a few hours before returning to campus for class the next day.

They met in autumn and married the following summer. They longed for a child, knowing full well the huge health risk cystic fibrosis imposed on Jennifer. Until that time no woman with the disease lived longer than six months after childbirth. In 2000, Jennifer gave birth to a little girl who they named Hope.

Three years later, Jennifer underwent a double lung transplant at Stanford Hospital. Despite thousands of round-the-clock prayers, her body did not welcome the donated organs. Numerous post transplant complications made survival a daily battle. ‘Don’t Lose Hope’ was everyone’s battle cry over the next few years, but in 2007 the grim reality hit that Jennifer was not going to make it.

Yet, early Sunday mornings, sorrowful hearts had to laugh when Hope’s songs of praise wafted out of the church restroom. How could we lose hope as we visited Jennifer’s bedside to say our final goodbyes and found a radiant daughter nestled beside her, Jenn’s clone in appearance and in huge faith. And now, mommy-less just three months, this 2nd grader has been sighted skipping recess to lead a Bible study for six classmates.

A few weeks after Jennifer’s earthly battle ended Hope and her Grandma were in a tent in the back yard. Suddenly Hope sat up and said, “Ga Ga, the moon has a cross above it.” Grandma hesitantly looked through the tent’s screen to indeed behold a cross above the moon - Jesus’ assurance to them that all was well. Snuggled side by side in their sleeping bags, their aching hearts rejoiced at the thought of Jennifer’s arrival to the Land of Hope. As her family grieves, God has filled her empty chair with a look-alike daughter, who is a healthy Jennifer. Healthy physically and healthy emotionally, she teaches us that grieving Christians can weep and wail in hope.

Jennifer’s legacy heralds from Psalm 16: “I saw God before me for all times. Nothing can stop me He’s right by my side. I’m glad from the inside out – ecstatic. I’ve pitched my tent in the land of HOPE. I know you won’t dump me in Hades. I won’t even smell the stench of death. You’ve set my feet on the life path with your facing shining love-joy all around.” The Message


Judith Ann Squier writes from Grants Pass, Oregon. Judyann777@aol.com

The God of All Comfort

By D. M. Flynn

Winters in western New York are long, cold, and snowy. This past winter was especially harsh with its unrelenting winds and record snowfall. Although the calendar announced the arrival of the vernal equinox, spring-like weather failed to make as much as a cursory appearance. By April, we were convinced that global warming was a mere myth.

Then one frigid morning we saw a sign. It was a single tulip. Its closed petals swayed in the wind like a fist shaking at Old Man Winter. “You were supposed to exit stage left weeks ago!” it seemed to say. Winter clearly was not listening.

Despite a dusting of fresh snow, the tulip stood proudly at attention outside a senior apartment complex. Its variegated petals, bright yellow with flaming orange tips, resembled a warm and inviting flame. The delicate bell shaped flower rang out its Divine message: “Hang in there. Brighter, warmer days will be here soon.”

Word of the tulip spread quickly. Residents hurried to their windows each morning, to see if Tulip had survived another frosty night. Through the grace of God, it withstood the unseasonable elements. The sight of Tulip brought joy to winter weary residents and passersby.

At long last, the sun appeared from behind the clouds. It melted the snow at the feet of Tulip. As the sun rose higher in the sky, Tulip raised its head to follow. Slowly, Tulip’s petals began to relax. They opened a tad, then a tad more. When the sun had reached its height, Tulip opened wide to soak in the warm and nurturing rays.

Tulip remained outside the apartment complex for several weeks. Its opened petals announced a new message: “See, I told you spring was on the way. Now, come out and play!” Every day it seemed to grow a little taller and a lot prettier. And every day seemed a bit warmer and brighter than the day before.

A heavy rain and driving winds pelted the windows of the apartment building late in the month. When the windows began to dry, the seniors looked for Tulip. Alas, this time Tulip was not at its station. True, it had begun to fade in the last few days. Now Tulip was gone.

Still, Tulip’s bulb remains hidden in the earth. Perhaps next year another divine messenger may take its place. We can always hope. And if our heavenly Father loves us enough to cheer the winter weary, how much more will he encourage his children who carry bitter burdens?

D. M. Flynn writes from Brockport, New York.

The Promise of Hope

By Willa Johnson

Without hope, what is there? Each day it becomes harder to have hope in the future. Every day there is some story about a tragedy or a catastrophe such as the recent wildfires in Southern California. The news was especially heartbreaking when we learned that arson was involved in at least two of the fires. What causes a person’s psyche to even think in such a way?

The news about the prevalence of a ‘candy’ drug for young children was unbelievable. In Dallas, Texas a scheme was uncovered to trick youngsters into trying the new ‘candy’ and discovered that for some it only took one trial to cause a death. Those behind the idea were garnering thousands of dollars because their product was so cheap.

A school board in Maine voted to give birth control pills to middle school aged children without the parents’ knowledge. The original story stated the vote was 5-2 but that was wrong. It was 7-2. It also stated condoms were first offered in 2002. Actually, it was 2000. With a state law that says it is illegal to have sex for anyone under 14, what is wrong with this school board? Some parents were outraged but, to my amazement, some were not. Now we know that this is not the first school in the country to offer this “protection” to under-aged children.

Back in the dark ages when I was in high school, we were shown films about syphilis and gonorrhea to remind us of the dangers of sexual activity. That worked for most of the students. And, yes, abstinence was encouraged. Not so today. Such teaching isn’t allowed. “It’s not realistic,” opponents say.

A TV documentary entitled, Facing Reality: Choices, followed three young women who were pregnant. Two of the women were never married, but had no trouble conceiving. One decided to abort her baby because her boyfriend was not willing to help her. This was her second abortion in a year. Another woman who was addicted to drugs was carrying her seventh child. She finally decided to get clean and keep this baby as she had lost custody of the others. She miscarried. The third woman was married and desperately wanted children. She had one son and was pregnant with a little girl. When told her baby would probably die soon after birth because of a defect, she and her husband decided to go ahead with the pregnancy to at least “give the baby a chance.” The baby died just before birth.

We can’t help but ask, “Why? Why do bad things happen to good people?”

Years ago, politicians were regarded with utmost respect. After all, they are our leaders. We want, and expect, them to operate with honesty. But, that was years ago. It appears today that no new scandal even fazes us. We are no longer shocked to read about another unfortunate figure caught red-handed. Where is the shame?

Lying used to be frowned upon. Nowadays, the person who is the best liar is the one who is believed and held up as an example for all to emulate. If someone tries to get the truth out, guess who is persecuted?

Is it possible to have hope in anything or anybody anymore?

Yes, it is, even in this life.

Years ago after Xenia, Ohio was wiped out by a tornado, it was rebuilt and is better than ever. Sometimes good does come out of bad. If it doesn’t, we need to turn to the greatest book on earth, the Bible, to restore our hope. In it we learn that this world is not our final home, that we are pilgrims passing through to a better place.

Poor Job bemoaned, “My days are spent without hope” but God restored everything to him twofold except for the number of children. The psalmist stated, “My hope is in thee.” Psalm 39:7 The preacher in Ecclesiastes declared: “For to him that is joined to all the living there is hope.” Ecclesiastes 9:4 Jeremiah, referred to as the “weeping prophet,” assured us that: “Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is.” Jeremiah 17:7 Later, he tells the Israelites: “There is hope in thine end.” Paul told the Romans, “We are saved by hope.” Romans 8:24

A verse quoted often at funerals comes from I Corinthians wherein Paul wrote: “If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men most miserable.” I Corinthians 15:19 In other words, our hope is not in this life. There are better things waiting for us who have hope in Christ.

The writer of Hebrews refers to hope as “an anchor to our soul.” Hebrews 6:19 And, finally, Peter told us what our response should be when asked about our hope. “Be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear.” I Peter 3:15

It is easy to become disheartened when we read and see the events taking place daily. Christ came to take away our sins and to restore us to God. Take heart, my friend, because the dessert is yet to come.

Willa Johnson writes from Phoenix, Oregon. wjhat@ccountry.com

Jesus Christ: Mankind’s Only Savior

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By Petey Prater

“My baby’s gone! My baby’s gone!”

I turned to see a terrified young woman, screaming, running past storefronts on the busy street. My heart leapt into my throat. “Oh Jesus, help her!” I cried.

Then I saw them, a couple standing just in front of the police station, holding a tiny child. The wailing mother rushed to them and grabbed the toddler safely to her breast. Relief flooded over me.

“Thank you, Jesus, he’s safe,” burst from my lips in a sob.

God knows intimately the horror of lost children also. He is searching for His wandering sons and daughters just as desperately as that frightened mother searched for her child.

We are God’s children, created in his righteous image, designed to have a loving relationship with him.

But mankind, through Adam and Eve, willfully chose to do evil, falling from righteousness into sin.

And sin, entering the bloodline of man, separated us all from God, which is physical and spiritual death.

· And the Lord God commanded the man, “…eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat of it you will surely die” Genesis 2:16,17

· “…the woman …took some and ate it. She also gave some to her husband…and he ate it.” Genesis 3:6

· “But your iniquities have separated you from your God; your sins have hidden his face from you, so that he will not hear” Isaiah 59:2

Is separation from God the end of man’s story then? No! God provided forgiveness and a way back to Himself.

He loved us so much that He sent His son, Jesus, to earth to pay the death penalty for our sin and restore us to the Father. Jesus, conceived by the Holy Spirit, born of a virgin, lived a sin free life. He died on the cross as God’s sacrificial Lamb for our sin and was raised to life again by the supernatural power of God. For “…without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness.” Hebrews 9:22

Then, as high priest “he entered the Most Holy Place once for all by His own blood, having obtained eternal redemption” for all mankind through all ages. Hebrews 9:12

Scripture states: “…to all who received Him, to those who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God – children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.” John 1:12,13

Jesus is our only hope of Heaven. He said: “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.” John 14:6

We are all lost children. Have you received and believed? Do you know for sure, if you died tonight, that you would go to Heaven?

Not sure? Then ask Jesus now to be your Savior and Lord by praying this simple prayer: Lord Jesus, I am as lost as that little child. I need you. I believe You died for my sins. Thank You for taking my punishment on the cross. Please forgive me now and give me eternal life. I surrender control of my life to You as Savior and Lord. Teach me how to be Your child and take me to Heaven when I die. Amen.
Welcome to the family of God! Follow your Father and He will guide you safely home to Heaven.

Petey Prater writes from Beaverton, Oregon. peteyprater@yahoo.com

Pageant Tryouts

By Lynn Ludwick

“Let’s go through Act II again. It’s rough and our first performance is only a week away.” The cast members found their places on stage.

Several years later, curled on my couch, I browsed through a photo album and recalled The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, a play about a ragtag assemblage of kids, unlikely representatives for their holy roles. I’d been cast in the role of a mother who volunteered to direct the play, responsible to hold those kids and my emotions together amid escalating chaos.

I wonder how God felt that first Christmas. The story about to unfold was of epic proportions with eternal consequences. Oh I know He’s the sovereign God, but what a setting and what a motley cast He had to work with. Had He scheduled auditions, what part would I have tried out for? I drew a quilt around me, sipped my hot cocoa and pondered.

Certainly not the innkeeper, the one who turns away God. Though he couldn’t have possibly known. With patience wearing thin, he opens his door to yet another traveler, this one a man and an obviously pregnant woman. Perhaps that’s why he generously directs them to his stable.

Mary, a little girl in blue robe and headdress, gently steps to the manger and cuddles her swaddled firstborn. But the real Mary didn’t gently step anywhere, rather waddled like any ready-to-give-birth mother. She’d endured village gossip about her “supposed” angelic visitation. Imagine her agony as she entered the stable with its smelly animals and manure—no midwife to help, only her husband. And imagine her earlier courage and faith when she responded to the angel who spoke of her chosen role. “I am the Lord’s servant…May it be to me as you have said.” Luke 1:38

Joseph, often a tall boy, appears heroic as he leads his lady to her appointed destiny. But the carpenter of old entertained doubts when he first heard her story. “Yeah, right” surely floated through his mind more than once. He ended up a real hero, however, for when his feet hit the floor the morning after his dream, he chose belief and stood by Mary from that day forward. “When Joseph woke up, he did what the angel of the Lord had commanded him…” Matthew 1:24

Pretty angels flit about in white gowns and wire wings, but among the real heavenly messengers I imagine snippets of “What?” and “This makes no sense.” In reality, however, they are obedient beings who spend their days worshipping and serving God.

The role of shepherds allows squirmy little boys to participate. When our Lord was born, they were smelly, uneducated men, stared at when they traipsed through town. And if their boss caught them away from the flocks… But oh, the news they bore—they had to go and see and tell!

The role of wise men causes the goofiest young lads to perfect a measured, somber pace as they bring their gifts to Jesus. The original magi showed up elegantly clad and bearing treasures of great wealth. Theirs was an inquisitive journey with only a star to guide, based on reading the ancient books. “…for out of you will come a ruler who will be the shepherd of my people Israel.” Matthew 2:6

Various children for the various roles—some learn the lines quickly, others need a nudge onto the stage only to forget their lines. But in the end the Grand Story will be retold, as it was when God gathered His cast for The Incarnation. Even now all personalities, colors, and nationalities blend together to proclaim the story.

So amid the hustle and bustle of the season, I desire to emulate a bit of each character’s role in that original Christmas drama. Like Mary and Joseph, I want to say “yes” to God’s directives. I hope to spread the news of the real meaning of Christmas, as did the shepherds. An angel? Maybe not, but I want to be obedient and serve God in spite of my questions. And oh, to be wise—wise enough to seek Him still.

So Merry Christmas! It is, after all, the best pageant ever.

“I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord…Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.’” Luke 2:10,13-14

Lynn Ludwick writes from Medford, OR. lynniegirl45@hotmail.com

Merry Christmas, It’s Free

By Janice M. Harris

Jean and her husband Tom were shopping for a Christmas tree, but the price was too high for their budget. On the ride home, Jean spotted a sign that read: Tree’s for Sale - $12.00. She yelled, “Stop!” Tom immediately slammed on the brakes. The 1972, orange Super Beetle VW, came to a shuddering halt. Tom looked sheepishly at Jean. “I hope those trees are worth my nose print on the window.”

They picket out the tallest, fullest, freshest smelling Nobel fur in the lot. Tom reached inside his frayed wallet, pulling out his twelve dollars. He handed it to the salesman. The man refused the money. With a twinkle in his eyes and a grin on his face, he exclaimed, “Merry Christmas, it’s free.” Jean and Tom were amazed by his generosity. The truth was they needed the money to buy groceries, but felt Christmas wouldn’t be Christmas without a tree. Joyfully they headed home to celebrate.

A free tree is a lovely gift, and the one who gives and the one who receives is blessed. However, Christmas is not about trees, or food, or presents, but about the One who gave the greatest gift of all. “For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

Janice M. Harris writes from Portland, Oregon. IllustratorWriter@peoplepc.com

Love On Wheels…

From Behind The Counter
Perspectives on the Landscape of Life
By DJ Note

There’s a definite winter chill in the air as I write. The ground is covered in a deep snowfall and those frozen flakes just keep coming. A hazy amber glow illuminates the snow-laden carriage light across the street in my neighbor’s yard giving the scene a Narnia appearance. Carolers bundled warm against the cold, amble past my house with gleeful smiles and friendly waves.

Ok, it’s not quite Christmas as I pen this story, I’m just using my imagination. But it feels like it to me because I’ve just received a gift from God.

It all began last spring when I started looking for a piece of luggage for a trip I hope to take early next year. As I hunted, I chanced across a handsome, conservatively priced wheeled upright tote that had me drooling. I’ve been taking night classes and the thought of rolling all my books and binders in lieu of having to carry them back and forth to class, was tempting. Besides, it would make a great carry-on for my trip.

I circled the durable polyester exterior imagining in which compartment I’d put what. I zipped and unzipped each pocket, examined the push button recessed locking handle system spinning the entire tote on its roller blade type wheels.

When I finished playing I came to my senses. “I’d better not,” I told Laurie, the sales clerk. “I need a piece of travel luggage, so I shouldn’t spend extra money on a tote right now. It’s really nice, but no, I’d better not.” Laurie told me the tote would be going on sale in the fall. She’d keep an eye on it and let me know the price. That was good enough for me so I went on my way.

The summer passed and true to her word, Laurie gave me a heads-up when the tote went on sale. By then I’d talked myself out of the purchase thinking better of putting that money toward my trip. After all, I’d been lugging those heavy books and binders this long, I guessed I could just continue on the way I’d been doing.

Then late one October afternoon while I labored in the gallery at Evangel hoping to conclude the day so I could head for home, I turned to see Laurie standing behind me, hand outstretched holding a greeting card.

“Hey, hi,” I said as I hugged her. “How ya doing?” She just smiled and shifted her eyes toward the card in her hand bearing the initials “DJ.”

“For me?” I opened the envelope and began reading. Laurie’s workplace was having a contest among the employees. Several prizes and gift cards would be awarded. Employee names were entered according to their performance. And unbeknownst to me, Laurie had been asking God to open a way for me to get the coveted tote. “If it’s your will,” she had told God, “Let my name be picked in that drawing and I’ll use the gift card for DJ’s tote.” I tried to contain the moisture forming in my eyes as I read. Her name was drawn five times.

I looked up from the card just as Laurie wheeled the handsome black tote out from behind her back. She wore a prize-winning smile as moisture welled up in her eyes. “God obviously wants you to have this for your writing and for school.”

I’m not often at a loss for words, but just then what would I, what could I say to a friend who had asked the Lord to demonstrate his love through her giving? What anyone else would have said. “I don’t know what to say. I can’t believe it.”

“Why not?” Liquid joy caused her eyes to sparkle. “You had an honest desire and God filled it. I just got to be the one He used to do it.”

That evening, I placed my lunchbox and purse on top my tote as I left work and wheeled them out to my car. My stride was made a bit lighter by the reality of His love on wheels. And I couldn’t help but glance several times at my gift poised on the backseat through the rearview mirror as I drove home from work. It’s an amazing God we serve.

While it’s not yet Christmas, and we have yet to experience the season’s first snowfall, I feel as though I’ve already been visited by the true gift-giver Himself—the One who loves us enough to send us the gift of His own Son.

And as a reminder to myself in the days ahead, I’ve taped a note just inside the zippered pocket of my new, two-wheeled sixteen-inch black upright tote that reads, “I love you, Dad.”

DJ Note writes from Eagle Point, Oregon.

Jesus Poem

Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master
Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher.
Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.
Had no army, yet kings feared Him.
He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
Feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves us.
If you believe in God and in Jesus Christ His Son..send this to all on your
Buddy list..if not just ignore..In the Bible, Jesus says...'If you deny me
Before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven.'

Sent in by Masao Williams from Medford, Oregon.

Jesus' Birthday Cake - Oops!

By Patti Iverson

Oops!

How was I to know Jesus’ cake would catch on fire? Good grief!

I’d used sparklers on cakes and meatloaves many times over the years. Of course, they were plain, old 4th of July ones.

You just pop those things in your food every which way and add a festive touch to a meal.

This year I bought fancy ones with colorful pink and yellow tissue paper beribboning the sticks. Oops. My first mistake. It was festive all right. More like the Fourth of July than Christmas…

We enjoy our Swedish traditional feast of meatballs, lefsa, lingonberries, herring, and all the delicacies Swedes find necessary to celebrate. I draw the line at the smelly fish called Lutefisk. Anything soaked in lye with an odor of decay is not allowed in my house. Every Christmas eve Grandma makes a beautiful peppermint cake roll. It’s a delicious, dark chocolate cake with sweet, minty creamy frosting inside, rolled up with pretty pink peppermint whipped cream on the outside. Topped with crunchy, crushed peppermint candies, it’s a sure bet for a company dessert and honoring to the One whose birthday it is.

One wild ‘n wooly Christmas eve the sparklers flared while our smoke detector blared. Laughter and yelling ensued as my feisty Fire Chief husband and valiant firefighter son just took pictures and whooped ‘n hooted as the sparklers sparkled all over the cake and table. The cake set on top of a piece wax paper.

Wax burns. Oops. Great help my “trained professionals” were during our time of trial!

Sixteen friends looked on, some in horror, while offering suggestions. Offering? Phooey!

They were yelling!

Some friends they turned out to be.

“Call 911!”

“Where’s the extinguisher?”

“Get the flour!

Or is it Baking soda?”

Oops.

Son Peter jammed one of the sparklers into a full flute of champagne. Oh, good,~alcohol.

That was real smart.

Poof!

Tinkling crystal was NOT music to my ears as the goblet broke and the flame caught the black polyester tablecloth. Just a little bit… Oops. What a fiasco.

All my fancy gold and black china, gold ware, and crystal scattering everywhere! My friends were beginning to scatter as well. I couldn’t take the excitement and hid in the bathroom, being the “hostess with the mostest” that I am. One gal had a newborn babe in her arms that never cried, but did wake. Reminded me of Jesus in that noisy, stinky manger on his birthday.

Except now I know why, in the song, Away In A Manger, “...the poor baby wakes…” It’s because those cattle lowing make a huge racket!

After feeling like the cowardly lion, I skulked and inched my way back into the dining room as the hoopla died down.

The smoky haze was dispersing as fast as the friends. Brushing off the ashes and the burnt sticks and picking off the little crusty bits from the table and cake were a good activity to calm everybody down.

We sang Happy Birthday to Jesus, cut the cake and served it anyway. Why not! A party is a party and the party must go on! (fun philosophy plus good sentence to read aloud quickly)

Later, one of our brand new friends laughingly told us she was delighted to have traveled all the way from San Francisco just to witness the birthday cake fiasco. We’ve never heard from her again, heh heh…

My husband thinks I maneuvered the whole event just to get a new dining room table. Some tragedies are downright hilarious and profitable for more than treasured friends and funny Christmas memories! Ps-I do love my new oak table.

PEPPERMINT ROLL UP CAKE
Only 3 ingredients - messy but fun!
¼. cup crushed peppermint candies
2 cups whipping cream (NOT Cool whip)
1-box Nabisco chocolate wafer cookies
Whip cream till stiff.
Fold in candy. Lay sheet of wax paper on cookie sheet.
Spread each wafer with cream and press ‘em together lightly to form a roll, like a log, standing them sideways on wax paper.
Cover the outside of roll with leftover cream. Refrigerate at least 3 hrs. or overnight.
Put on pretty plate. Do not use tissue sparklers for candles! (You heard me…) Cut slices on the diagonal, and then celebrate!

Patti Iverson writes from Medford, Oregon. randpi2@charter.net

HOPE = Hanging On (God's) Promises & Power Everyday

By Chad McComas

David said: “Show me your ways, O LORD, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalm 25:4,5 He also said: “No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame.” Psalm 25:3

There are many things I can hope in. I can hope in my job, my family, my health, my wealth, my education, my friends, my country, my church. These will all let me down. Their promises, though heart felt at times, are empty, powerless, like trying to grab ropes of sand or boxes of air. There is no substance, only words that fade.

When I believe in myself or my abilities and efforts I sooner or later let myself down. I can't do everything I want to do, or need to do. Eventually I come to the realization that I'm powerless over life and the struggles of life.

I must trust and hope in someone outside myself who has the power. There is a God who has power to face anything I face. He can handle anything that comes my way. He is bigger, stronger, wiser. He has more resources. He has plans. He loves me!

My hope is built on God. I'm Hanging On (His) Promises & Power Everyday.
Hope teaches me to trust. It teaches me to pray. It teaches me to wait (hope) on the Lord (and we know that those who wait on the Lord are lifted up on wings like eagles...see Isaiah 40:31).

In Hebrews 11 we read of all the great men and women of God who trusted God's promises to them. They are the ones history is built on. Yet notice what was said about them: “These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us...let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith.” Hebrews 11:39-12:2

Hope is about what I do today. It carries me through to tomorrow. It molds my choices. It directs my paths. It makes me who I am.

We will all be world changers if we HOPE = Hang On (God's) Promises & Power Everyday.

Chad McComas writes from Medford, Oregon. info@thechristianjournal.org

The Hope Chest

By Barry N. Shaw

I have fond memories of a cherished family heirloom: my mother’s hope chest. I haven’t heard much about hope chests these days, but back in the 40's and 50's, hope chests were common. I recall how important that cedar chest was to my mother. It was handed down to her by her mother when she married my father. It had been in the family for many years.

Why was it called a “hope chest?”

They were originally “called wedding chests, but Americans later called them hope chests as in ‘hope for marriage’ and the promise of love and security.” Rachel Paxton (www.creativehomemaking.com) Iris Ruth Pastor wrote in Home Front Magazine (May/June, 2002): “Traditionally, hope chests were started when girls were in their teenage years - the years when they began to think of their futures. The hope chest became a symbol of both multigenerational faithfulness and optimism and confidence that the recipient would have a bright future.” Ms. Pastor also stated that the hope chest would “serve as a conduit for passing on the importance of family cohesiveness and continuity...”

The contents of my mother’s hope chest consisted of special things once owned by her mother and her mother’s mother and perhaps beyond: fine linen, her wedding dress, crocheted table cloths, a feather quilt, lace doilies, embroidered handkerchiefs, an old doll, a family Bible, and many other items that today would be antiques. I’m not sure what became of that treasured chest. It has long since been gone. But one of the things in my mother’s hope chest that has endured is the family Bible that sits on my bookshelf. It’s symbolic that the family Bible has endured while all the other possessions have since disappeared from view.

The hope chest is a place in which valued life possessions in anticipation of earthly marriage are stored. On the other hand, the Bible is a heavenly place in which great hope in anticipation of another wedding is recorded for eternity. Just as women in days of old stored their valued possessions in a hope chest in anticipation of a life of love and security with the man of their dreams, we store up the treasured promise of God, not in hope chests, but in our hearts. His promise gives us great hope. What is that great promise of God? Jesus said, “Behold, I am coming soon! Blessed is he who keeps the words of the prophecy of this book.” Revelation 22:7 “Yes, I am coming soon.” Revelation 22:20

In the Book of the Revelation of Jesus Christ, the Apostle John recounts the roar of the great multitude in heaven shouting for joy at the fulfillment of His promise: “Hallelujah! For our Lord God Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and His bride has made herself ready. Fine linen, bright and clean was given her to wear.” Revelation 19:6-8 Who is the bride that John speaks of? We who believe in Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior—the body of Christ, i.e. the Church.

John saw what eternal hope fulfilled looks like: “ I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, ‘Now the dwelling of God is with men, and He will live with them. They will be His people, and God Himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain...’” Revelation 21:2-4

Jesus Christ is our hope of heaven. His Word given to us as our Bridegroom assures us of the hope of salvation. 1 Thessalonians 5:8. Like brides of old, we look forward with excited anticipation, not of earthly things which pass through our hands like quickened sand, but of the things eternal that He provides to us: the hope of unfailing love (Psalm 33:18), the hope of faithfulness (Is 38:18), the hope of righteousness (Galatians 5:5), the hope of faith and love (Colossians 1:5), and the hope of eternal life (Titus 1:2), for He is called the Hope of Glory (Colossians 1:27).

My mother’s hope chest has disappeared from view just as all things of earth will one day disappear, but the Word of God endures as a heavenly hope chest providing eternal assurance of love and security — forever.

Barry N. Shaw writes from Applegate Valley, Oregon.

God’s Hope

By Fred Wikoff

Hope and love are much alike in that neither can easily be defined. They are a mysterious part of our inner nature that we do not fully understand, but still vainly try to explain. One only has to look at the various attempts at defining hope to see the difficulty in reaching a consensus:

“Hope is the desire of something together with the expectations of obtaining it.” Catholic Encyclopedia

“Hope is to want or expect something: to have a wish to get or do something or for something to happen or be true, especially something that seems possible or likely.” Encarta World English Dictionary

“Hope is a belief in a positive outcome related to events and circumstances in one’ life.” Wikipedia Encyclopedia

“Hope is a feeling that what is desired is also possible. . .” The Random House Dictionary of the English Language

However we define hope it is obvious that hope, wish, and desire are closely related and used interchangeably at times. But they are also three distinctly different words and should be treated as such. For instance, we may wish for something that we desire and hope to obtain.

Martin Luther once observed that, “everything that is done in the world is done by hope.” “Hope provides human beings with a sense of destination and the energy to get started.” Norman Cousins And “Once you choose hope, anything's possible.” Christopher Reeve

My grandmother use to say, “Be careful what you hope for you might get it.” In other words hope can be used to acquire bad things as well as good; and be used to pit one side against the other. For instance, Adolph Hitler had great hopes of world domination. But the hope of free men, to remain free, fueled their determination to overcome his selfish ambition.

What should a Christian hope for? If we truly believe Christ, eternal life should no longer be a hope, but a certainty based on our faith. (See Hebrews 11:1) Still, our belief in Christ has given God and all Christians plenty to hope for. God has placed his plan of salvation in our hands and his hope is that we let him carry it out through us. This should be our hope as well.

One would think that God can achieve whatever he wants without having to hope for it, but he put limitations on himself when he gave man a will to choose his own destiny. Unfortunately man chose to go his own way and as a result separated himself from God. But instead of loosing hope, God sent his Son to offer us a way back.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not parish but have eternal life.” John 3:16

We are God’s hope. He has based that hope on the love that he showed for us at Calvary. Through Christ he has freed us from a Satan controlled world without hope, and given us a new purpose. We have become Christ’s “light of the world.” We are his conduit for spreading his good news. We are his glory in an unbelieving world. We are his hope for the future.

But a word of caution; too often in our exuberance to serve the Lord, we let Satan trick us into wasting our energy and Christ’s hopes on “good causes.” We worry about gay rights, abortion, and the absent of prayer in schools, rather than the real task that God gives us . . . glorifying Christ Crucified. (See 1 Corinthians 2:2)

The truth is that, diverting, time consuming “good causes,” will take care of them selves if we are truly letting Christ work through us instead of us trying to force our belief on others. God doesn’t force anyone to believe him so why should we? Force and conflict only bring resentment.

Christ cautioned his disciples to be “. . . wise as serpents and innocent as doves.” Matthew 10:16 In like manner the Apostle Paul cautioned “. . . to aspire to live quietly, to mind our own affairs, and to work with our hands . . . so that we may command the respect of outsiders, and be dependent on nobody.” (See 1Thessalonians 4:11-12)

Love, not force, is Christ’s intended way. “Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its won way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things . . . love never ends.” 1Corinthians 13:4-8

When we step aside and let Christ’s love shine through us, God’s hope for mankind is fulfilled. Then we can truly “. . . have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ . . . and “rejoice in our hope of sharing the glory of God.” (See Romans 5:1-2)

Fred Wikoff writes from Eugene, Oregon. EugeneSpud@msn.com

Football

By Bob Hansen

As I write this, high school football season nears its end. Fortunately, there still many college and pro games to be enjoyed. Still, there is something about high school football—especially if your son is on the team.

I once wrote a column for our local newspaper about our small-town team and its “star player.” I didn’t want to do it, but my wife made me.

Yes, my son played on that team. He was a “team player,” seeing himself as one among many athletes on the squad striving together toward a common goal.

We, as parents, were not bound by such arbitrary constraints. We were free to view things more “accurately.” In other words, we thought our son was the best player on the team. This is only natural and I’m sure all the other parents felt the same way about their kids. At least I hope they did.

Imagine our excitement when our son scored a touchdown during the team’s first game of the season. The next day, my wife said, “You should write a column about his touchdown.”

“I can’t do that,” I replied. “I can’t play favorites. Lots of kids score touchdowns. I can’t write about them all. Besides, who is going to be interested in our son’s touchdown?”

“He was also named ‘Player of the Week’ by the coaching staff.’”

It’s true I was very proud of him, but I still didn’t think that I should take up an entire column to brag about what a great athlete my boy is (a trait he inherited from his father).

When Monday’s paper arrived, we noted they did a nice job covering the victory by the ‘good guys.’ They appropriately mentioned our son’s contribution. I hoped my wife would be satisfied with that notoriety and stop hinting that I write about the touchdown.

But a couple of days later, something happened that re-ignited the issue. There was another article in the paper that mentioned the team and my son. Unfortunately, they gave him a different first name than my wife and I had given him when he was born. At first, I didn’t think it was a big deal. Those guys at the paper do a wonderful job. Think of how hard it is to produce that much material, six days a week.

But, my wife felt the situation should be rectified. Then it occurred to me that she might be right. The college scouts must often read our paper in their search for men to recruit for their teams. Eventually, I came to agree with my wife and wrote that column. In addition, I devised a method to prevent any misunderstandings in the future. This is how it works: A,B,E,H,N&S. These are all the letters in our son’s first and last name. To be on the safe side, if any of these letters appear in any names referring to great exploits by our team, it should be assumed that the name is actually supposed to be that of my son.

This method worked out quite nicely. As applied to the second game of the season, it shows that our son gained 432 yards on the ground, caught four passes for an additional 70 yards, and scored all 38 of our team’s winning point total. That’s about the way my wife and I remember the game anyway.

I believe it’s only natural for parents to be proud of their children’s achievements. We inherit this from our Heavenly Father who is proud of us when we do well. God’s pride in Job is clearly seen when God says to Satan, “Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one like him; he is blameless and upright, a man who fears God and shuns evil.” Job 1:8

God isn’t proud of Job because he has preformed some physical act, like scoring a touchdown. It’s because Job is in right relationship with God.

In Psalm 147 we read that God isn’t impressed with the “strength of horses” or “the legs of a man.” Verse eleven goes on to state that God “delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love.”

Both these passages show that God is proud of us, his children, when we trust in him. On a much smaller scale, it’s like the way my wife and I felt when our son scored a touchdown.

We hope all our children realize how proud we are of them. It should make them feel good. I know I feel great when I stop to realize that God is proud of me.

Bob Hansen writes from Chehalis, Washington. bhansen6@juno.com

Christmas All Year Long

By Nancy Canwell

When our teenage daughter was little, her favorite Christmas movie was “Elmo Saves Christmas.” In this movie, Elmo has a wish: that Christmas would last all year long. He got his wish--and a lot of unhappy people by the time Easter rolled around. Instead of Christmas being special on Sesame Street, it became burdensome. People turned grumpy. No one wanted to celebrate anymore.

I’ve often heard young and old alike say, “I wish Christmas could last all year long.” But what do they mean? We’d get tired of decorations in our houses day after day. Those special songs on the radio would become common. We’d even grow tired of Christmas dinner and long for watermelon and corn-on-the-cob.

I don’t think these are what make us want Christmas to last all year. I think it’s that special feeling that comes from treating others with extra kindness and being treated that way ourselves. That feeing of love, warmth, and good will to all men.

Here’s an example: On the day after Thanksgiving last year, my brother Dave went to town in search of a pumpkin pie. Because he and his wife had spent Thanksgiving in the ER with their sick daughter, they’d only grabbed some leftovers at his in-laws late that night before heading home.

“It sure would be nice to have a pumpkin pie,” his wife had said before leaving for work the next morning.

But when Dave checked the stores, they were out. He then tried a nearby restaurant, known for its pies. While he waited in line and looked at pies in a display window, two people crowded in front of him. Not wanting to wait, he asked a waitress, “Do you have pumpkin pie?” But she was too busy.

He spotted a boy cleaning tables and asked him. “Let me go in back and check,” he helpfully volunteered. “Thanks,” Dave said. “We didn’t really have a Thanksgiving.”

Moments later, the boy returned with a pumpkin pie. But Dave’s happiness lasted only a moment.

“You’re not suppose to bring that out!” hollered the manager as she took the pie. “That’s the last pumpkin pie we have!” The whole restaurant was now watching as the boy explained that Dave’s family didn’t have Thanksgiving.

“Why didn’t you?” she asked. After Dave finished telling their story, she left and came back…not only with the pie, but an unopened can of whipping cream.
“Have a wonderful Thanksgiving,” she said warmly. Dave offered to pay, but she wouldn’t have it. He offered a tip, but she said, “You don’t tip gifts.”

“She changed every person in that place,” Dave said as he recalled the story. They’d witnessed what it means to celebrate Christmas all year long.

It means letting the person behind us at the grocery store with only one item go ahead of us.

It means letting the car with its blinker on into our lane.

It means calling a greeting to a neighbor we rarely speak to.

It means showing a kindness to a co-worker though a note or simple gift.

It means thanking our child’s teacher, the mailman, or the paperboy.

It means saying a cheerful, “Have a good day!” to the bank cashier.

This is what will give us that Christmas feeling we so long for all year long. Jesus said it best when He said, “ ‘You're far happier giving than getting’ ” Acts 20:35 (Message) He’s right, you know. Let’s give it a try—we’ll see what He means.

Nancy Canwell writes from College Place, Washington.

Before She Died She Tugged On My Beard

By Roger Alan Fishman

My mother-in-law was one of the toughest nuts I’ve ever had to crack. From the beginning, she “knew” I was a disingenuous, advantage-taking, parasite. She did not like me, my background, vocation, heart or mind. She had it all figured out and no one was going to change her mind; her daughter had finally met the biggest loser in the world. And besides, I had a beard!

From the very beginning I knew that I had my hands full. She was tyrannical, relentless, bitter, cynical and downright mean. They say when you marry a woman; you are marrying your wife’s mother also. Now that was a scary thought. But deep inside I knew that if this woman was capable of love--- she would grow to love me, no matter how long it took.

For many years, we would travel about 1,200 miles to spend a couple of weeks with “mom” (this is what I called her). She referred to me as “the gigolo,” my mustache as the “shoe brush,” and was embarrassed to be seen with me. I was determined to find love in my heart no matter what it’d take.

I had told myself: It’s easy to love someone who is easy to love. But to love someone, who by all measure is “unlovable,” would be to find a place inside myself that would not only be a gift to mom, but also a gift to life itself.
As years passed by, mom became more tolerant of me. She asked me for help around the house and even asked my opinion on certain things. When she recovered from eye surgery, she asked me to give her a driving lesson. After she scraped the entire side of her car backing out of the garage and drove over a meridian in a parking lot, she admitted that it was time for her to let someone else do the driving.

There were the times she nonchalantly shared her chocolate candy with me. But just to remind me that I was still on her “list,” she would stick her tongue out at me as she grimaced with that most unpleasant frown. I guess I was making progress.

The time came when it was clear that mom (83) could no longer live alone.My wife and I drove one last time to her home and prepared for the big move.
We brought her to the Northwest and rented an apartment for her in a small quiet retirement community. We had all agreed that she would live near us, but not with us. Mom was safe, sound and secure. She was content to walk around the townhouse grounds, view the flower gardens, hear the birds and smell the crisp country air.

Over the past 16 years, she had come to see and know her one-time, advantage-taking parasitic gigolo as an honest, loving man, who had stayed by her daughter and by her, as well. She, from time to time, would pat me on the head and tell me I was a good boy.

It was hard to leave her in the hospital after her stroke. Her doctor had little hope for her recovery. The next day, I went to visit her. I knelt at her bedside and prayed with and for her that she would ask our Lord for forgiveness. Though she could not speak, we prayed the prayer of salvation.

She gently and sweetly lifted her hand up to my face. As she looked into my eyes--- she gave three slight tugs on my beard. Though she had no words, I could hear her heart. Each frail tug spoke the words thank you, I love you, and I am ready to meet my Lord.

Through this woman, I had learned an amazing lesson about love. Goodbye “Mom”.


Roger Alan Fishman writes from the Rogue Valley. greatbiglove@yahoo.com

A Legacy That Lasts A Lifetime

Denise Spooner

When we think of a legacy, it brings to mind various scenarios; from ancient Bible heroes to great athletes renowned. Victorious battles won by David and Joshua, vast recognition for Michael Jordon and Tiger Woods, all have one unique thing in common, legacies that last a lifetime.

A legacy is likened to that of an inheritance. Webster’s definition of legacy is anything handed down by an ancestor or predecessor. His definition of an inheritance is a possession received by gift or without a purchase.

We can leave a legacy or an inheritance in the way we live our lives. People are always watching us, listening to what we say, waiting for our reactions. We are always under strict scrutiny. It is vitally important for us to remember, we have but one chance to live our lives on earth, one and only one. What we make of our lives is up to us, what others get from our lives is what leaving a lasting legacy is all about.

Nine years ago, my precious mother lost her fierce battle to cancer. She did not know it throughout her life, but she left a lasting legacy for her children, family, friends and many others. Her generosity in everything she did, her friendliness to strangers that she’d meet, sacrifices she made for her two daughters as a single mom with multiple jobs, and finally, her loving care exhibited for those critically ill as her own terminal prognosis was lurking just around the corner. These were aspects of a legacy that lasts a lifetime. Just ask those that knew her and know her children, grandchildren, family and closest friends. The effects of a legacy are being seen today in generations that are following after her.

Now, as a wife, mother, grandmother and friend, I see the dire importance of leaving a legacy that lasts. While only Jesus left a legacy that lasts for eternity, the indescribable legacy of salvation, we, too can leave a legacy that our future generations will be honored to follow after and earnestly seek with all their hearts. The faithful way I choose to love my husband, the wisdom I seek to leave my children, the sacrificial ways I pave a path for my grandchildren to follow after Jesus, and the abstruse concern I have for my friends, all come from a lasting legacy left from my dear mother. Grandchildren as well have learned from her and followed the promptings of their hearts. Giving to the poor, fixing a car in need of repair, adopting a child in a third-world country, feeding those lacking adequate food, and praying for them that cross their paths, are ways a legacy is passed down throughout generations in our modern day time.

Healed hearts, reconciled relationships, sanctified souls and changed lives all result from leaving a legacy that lasts. All legacies originate from Jesus Christ and He will help us, young or old, successful or just surviving to leave our own legacy that will last a lifetime. As Psalm 37:18 says… “the Lord knows the days of the upright; their inheritance or legacy, shall be forever.”

Denise Spooner writes from Grants Pass, Oregon.

Great!

I bought a picture program and just enjoyed looking at the pictures. This one makes me smile. Don't you think God smiles too when we are just enjoying what is around us? Our pastor has challenged us to "be great in 2008". G: Give God the center. R: use the resources He provides. E: Enthusiasm. Have it. A: Attitude. What is it? T: Trust in God.

Great in 2008 for me will be:

G: Give all to Jesus R: Rest in His promises E: Everyone, remember that all people of God are special to God. A: Action. Remember that every day matters. Don't take for granted the time, gifts, family and friends God has given you. T: Time. Each day is numbered. Enjoy it!

No matter how you define "great"- I hope that this year is great in the Lord and brings joy to the heart.

Great is the Lord and greatly to be praised!