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Thursday, February 28, 2013

Dogs Days Repost

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Two of our dogs usually have brown noses, because they dig in our yard a lot. 

Our older Lab, Buck keeps his nose clean because he usually watches; and when the other two discover a mole, old Buck grabs it right quick. 

One day recently, my husband heard a great big commotion, and taking a paper towel he was hoping to retrieve what ever it was.  There was Old Buck carrying this mole in his mouth. 

Buck was not about to give it up, and soon it disappeared from sight.  Ugggh, but that is the way it is with dogs.

This morning, our dogs were again having another hullabaloo, so out went my husband to investigate what all the fuss was about.

He discovered an injured small hawk hopping around in our yard.  Old dog Buck went to the bird and almost tenderly put it into his mouth. 

My husband was there in time to rescue it, and place it on the other side of our fence.  Off it went, hopefully to recover and get better.

I am reminded that Jesus told us to be kind and to think of others, those who are hurting, the poor, and afflicted.  Some need to be rescued and cared for.

There are agencies in each of our neighborhoods that can use volunteers, either as helpers or making contributions with money or supplies. 

Your church or organization may be one that helps others.  Do get involved in some way, always remembering the Bible story of the good man who stopped in the road to help a wounded person, someone he did not know and was not of his race and religion.

Luke 10:34  And the Good Samaritan went to the injured man, and bound up his wounds, pouring in oil and wine, and set him on his own beast, and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.

Love the Lord, Love your fellow man, and do not forget to even love yourself. 

Luke 10:27  And Jesus answered and said, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your strength, and your neighbor as yourself.”

 
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Monday, February 25, 2013

Obscene Phone Call


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We had been attending classes each morning at our Bible College, and were busy studying most afternoons.  The days and nights were full of activity and excitement.

Once a month there was a week of special services in the afternoon and evenings and Robert and I had volunteered to work in the prayer room. 

This meant we would get home late after praying with those who had come forward for Salvation or to be filled with the Holy Spirit.

By evening we were tired and sleep was to be welcomed.

One night about 2:00 AM our telephone rang and I grabbed it quickly hoping it had not awakened Robert.  “Hello,” I said.  There was silence on the other end and heavy breathing.

“Hello,” I repeated, but all I heard was the heavy breathing.  In exasperation, I said, “It is late so please go to bed and get some sleep.” Then I hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” asked Robert.  I told him it was a prank call and no one had said anything, except me.

The next night around the same time, the phone rang again.  This time, I told Robert that it was his turn to answer the phone, which he did.

Robert hoped to scare the living daylights out of the person, so he told him, “We have a trace on this phone and will know who you are in three minutes, so I suggest you hang up and never call us again.”   Robert heard a click and decided that took care of it and it did.

No we did not have a tracer on our phone, but Robert used a trick to trick the person trying to trick us. 

I prayed that whoever the person was that he would recover himself from what ever was driving him to make such calls.

Are you ever aroused from sleep in the middle of the night, not by the telephone, but perhaps God is calling you to pray for someone in particular. 

It might not be a long prayer, but do heed the call, because you will know the call is from God asking you to pray, and he trusts you to follow his leading.

 
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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Trust in a Distrustful World

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Genesis 12:1-4  Now the Lord had said to Abram:  “Get out of your country, From your family And from your father’s house, To a land that I will show you.  I will make you a great nation; I will bless you And make your name great; And you shall be a blessing.  I will bless those who bless you, And I will curse him who curses you; And in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”

Although I was not in church today, one of our dear ladies telephoned me with the title and Scriptures used for Pastor Jerry’s Sunday message. 

I share with you thoughts on Pastor’s sermon. 

The theme was traveling to a new location and the reasons are always varied.   Sometimes we move to a new area due to health, loss of a job, death in the family and the reasons are many. 

Personally our family arrived in this city for one or those reasons.  We were out of options, so all we could do was trust God and move where He was showing us...

In the Southern areas of California there are fruit pickers who follow from one orchard or vineyard to the next hoping to earn a living.  Some would call them “Migrate farmers.”  Without realizing it these families are trusting God to provide a harvest so they can reap an income.

Another term for migrates would be Nomadic people.  Especially in other lands, the Nomads are generally a people who have no fixed home and move according to the seasons from place to place in search of food, water, and grazing land for their herds.

Such was not the case for 75 year old Abraham, as the land was vast, green and water was plentiful.  However one day, God spoke and told him to leave his Father and brethren and travel to a place that God would show him.  There God promised to make of him a great nation.

When you are comfortable where you are, it is difficult to pack up and move.

At this time Abraham was childless, so this was a surprise message from God.

Abraham believed God and trusted his voice and determined to obey his leading, so he left Haran, taking with him his nephew Lot, all their servants, their herds and belongings and slowly marched toward the land of Canaan.

As time went by, a famine was in all the land of Canaan and God told Abraham to move again, this time to Egypt.

His future was uncertain, and all around him his world was shaking, but again Abraham determined to trust and obey.  So he packed up and went !

Perhaps your world is shaking in this uncertain and untrustworthy world.

It is always time to reach out for God’s hand and trust Him for your future is safe in His hands.e NOMADS demonstrate God’s love through our work and by listening to the people with, NOMADS pretty

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Run The Course

When Life Gives You Lemons, Make Lemonade
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With a bad cold, the flue or some of the nasty virus that seem to be going around - - It seems that they just need to “Run their course.” 

Using all available means I try to stop it and cause it to leave early, but to no avail.  It is determined and “Wants to run its course.”

My husband Robert, gathered a handful of our small lemons, and carefully squeezed them; added hot water and honey making us both a comforting hot drink. It soothed our throats!

I missed church last Sunday, and it looks like it will be wise to miss again this week.

Usually on Sunday I take notes on my pastor’s sermon, but this virus hit me hard last week, and I ended up in bed for two days, with chills, runny eyes, nose and a cough.

For some blogging days, I searched my oldest archives and reposted some of my earlier ones, because I just did not have it in me to create. 

My husband says he must have gotten this from me.  (He tells me, “Thanks a lot.)  

Honestly who knows where it came from as everyone in town is sniffing and coughing? 

Funny thing, this cold virus seems to make an annual visit around this time of year.

I thought it was going to miss me this year, and  hoped as much but when it showed up, I pulled out the aspirin, lemons, chicken soup, juices, extra vitamin C,  and was prepared to fight. 

I rebuked, prayed, told it to leave, but it was strong and it seemed that it wanted to finish its course. 

We are to be wise and take care of our health, and for me and my hubby, we are going to stay home for a few more days, eat lightly and keep up the lemonade.

I am reminded that St. Paul believed that no matter what happened to him, it was important to “Finish the course” that God had given him to run. 

Each of us has a different “Race track” laid out for us, and we are called to complete it to the best of our ability.

Run with joy and stop for those hot lemonade comfort drinks, but most important - - “Finish your course.”

Act 20:24  But none of these things move me, neither count I my life dear unto myself, so that I might finish my course with joy, and the ministry, which I have received of the Lord Jesus, to testify the gospel of the grace of God.

 

Friday, February 22, 2013

Fasting and Prayer Repost



This is a repost of a Chapter from my "Rescue the Stories, Book One."

Drink Plenty of Water
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 Mother’s place at the breakfast table was missing!  “Aren’t you eating breakfast today?” I asked anxiously. 

She hesitated and replied softly, “Not today.” 

I put my clean dishes back in the cupboard, and said, “Then I am not eating breakfast either!”


On Sunday our Pastor has called a week of solemn assembly and had asked the members to volunteer to fast a day, several days, several meals or one meal. 

He told all who would participate to be sure they had their Doctors approval and to decide the type of fast each person would employ. 
 
He stated that there is a total fast, with water only, and there was also a fast with juice for those who wanted to fast but could not do a total fast. 

Our reason to fast should be a time to reflect on the Lord and to pray and seek Him.  The Pastor asked us to also pray for revival for our Nation and for ourselves during our fast.

As a fourteen year old girl, I did not think the fast would apply to me, but now I began to view it in a different light.  Mother was my example and I knew I could do anything that she could do. 

“Are you going to eat lunch?” I quizzed her.  She gently replied, “Not today.”  “Well then don’t make me a lunch today either!” I emphatically told her. 

Mother knew I was stubborn, but she also knew I had a very good appetite.  As I prepared to leave for school, she reminded me of some guidelines that the Pastor had taught the day before.  “She urged me to drink lots of water between classes by stopping regularly at the drinking fountains.”

As the lunch hour approached I told myself, “So far so good.”  My girl friend always met me in the cafeteria for lunch, and naturally she noticed I was not eating today.  “Where is your lunch Kitty,” she asked.  Nothing could be hid from her so I quietly shared with her  that I was fasting lunch today. 
 
“NO WAY,” was her answer.  She excitedly told me that I would make myself sick, that I might faint and this was not a good thing to do. 
 
I smiled at her, and said, “Our Pastor told us that missing a couple meals would not harm us physically and that a short fast was actually an excellent thing to do for one’s health.  
 
My friend was not convinced but she held her peace.

That afternoon when I arrived home from school, I asked my mother if she was eating dinner and she quickly replied, “Yes, today.”  “Ok then, me too,” I told her in response.

The following morning as I met my friend and we walked to school together, she gave me her report.  “I told my mother what you did and what you said, and do you want to hear what she told me.”   “Yes,” I replied, “I am all ears.”

My friend was ready to relay her message.  “My mother told me that you were correct - - and that the next time you do a fast - - - I must also do one!!   What a shock to hear, but I was also very pleased.

Since that day, I have fasted several times, and it is always a good plan to have guide lines.  Be sure to drink water and fast to pray and to think on the Lord.

This post was shared at Ann’s Food on Friday site

Also shared at Laura’s Faith Filled Friday


 

Thursday, February 21, 2013

The Great Exchange


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My mother always told me, “You are the oldest so you must be a good example for others as they are watching you!”

Such a burden placed upon a person to be so proper - - always needing to be GOOD or act just so, because others are looking at you.

I must say that at times, I was not always the best example, but I tried. Even ‘trying’ is also difficult!

Sweating and striving to be that perfect one, simply makes a person worn out and tired. Along with it brings stress and that burned-out feeling.

Some days you just want to say - - - “I just cannot do it! - -

I am finished with always 'TRYING' to be good, and to be that perfect good example!!”

Well, there you go! That is the answer! YOU simply cannot be the perfect example by your own self effort.

The day I realized this truth, Jesus spoke to me, and said, “Let Me live through YOU. Give Me your life, and I will give you mine.” Now that seemed like the perfect exchange, so I went for it!

It was almost like being born again. –  Then I told the Lord - -

“Take My life and let it be wholly yours, and I will allow you to live your life through me.”

That simple confession caused me to be free from the burden of trying, and proving, and living UP TO what God, and others expected of me.

Jesus is IN the Father, and the Father is IN Jesus. I am IN Jesus and He is IN me!

Wow! That analogy takes some thoughtful consideration.  Why didn’t I see it before?

Free and easy is my life now. I allow Jesus to live through me, and He takes all the WORK out of living. I am so thankful for this wonderful and freely given, "Great Exchange!"

This post was shared at Bonnie’s Faith Jam

 

Monday, February 18, 2013

Phone Calls at Night


 
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No one appreciates a telephone call in the middle of the night.  It usually is not a message you really want to receive.

It was late and my husband and I were asleep when the phone that sits next to me on my nightstand began to ring.

Trying not to awaken my tired husband, I picked the phone up on the first ring.

A soft male voice said, “Mom can you come get me?  I am drunk.”

Our son was of high school age, and my first thought was that he had quietly left the house and gotten himself into some kind of trouble.

I was wide awake by now, so I answered, “Certainly I will come get you, just tell me where you are.”

The voice on the other end hesitated, and must have suddenly realized that he had gotten the wrong number, because he politely hung up the telephone.

Relieved that it was not my son, but feeling truly sorry for an unknown teenager, if this was a legitimate need and not a prank call.

In those days, we did not have caller ID or reverse call back so I will never know the true circumstances behind that call.

When prayers go up to heaven from all over the world requesting help, comfort, direction, or perhaps sincere worship and praise, God is able to shuffle them all and identify each and every caller and carefully begin to answer each request.

He doesn’t need to ask “Where are you so I can come help you?”  He knows all about us even to the very number of hairs on our head.

God does not need caller ID on his telephone to heaven for he identifies you immediately.

Knowing that God takes a personal interest in us brings great security, comfort and peace.

Psalms 50:15  Call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver you, and you will glorify me.

 
This post is linked with Jennifer Dukes Lee at: Tell His Story 
 Also shared with Laura at: The Wellspring

Also shared with Hazel at: Tell Me a Story

 

Sunday, February 17, 2013

A Hiding Place



My teenage daughter, Becky had not been feeling well, and I had just obtained an interesting book.  I decided to read out loud to her to help take her mind off her pain. 

The book was intriguing so each evening, thereafter, before she went to bed, I read a chapter to her.  It took us almost 3 weeks to finish the book, but it was something that touched both of our hearts.  Briefly, the outline of the story is as follows.

Behind a bedroom closet, in the Ten Boom home, a secret room served as a hiding place for rescued Jews.  From there, they were smuggled to a safe place away from the German occupation of the Netherlands. 
 
Only thirty inches deep, the tiny hiding place could hold up to eight people! Access was provided by a small hatch door. Upstairs, waiting Jews occupied several unused rooms, ever-alert for the sound of a buzzer.  In the event of a raid, this system would warn them to rush to the hiding place!

Food was rationed but Corrie ten Boom was able to secure additional ration books to smuggle food for those she rescued. 
 
Because of her efforts, many Jews were saved from being killed!  She and her sister, suspected of hiding Jews and breaking rationing rules, were eventually arrested and sent to prison.  Their Christian faith kept them from bitterness and despair, even as they suffered from hard work, from vermin, and from lack of food. 

With small pages of the Bible that had been hidden in Corrie’s clothing, she and her sister were able to hold Bible studies without interruption from the guards.  A flea infestation in their prison quarters guaranteed that guards would not bother them! The fleas provided a HIDING PLACE, so Corrie and her sister could freely have a daily time of worship.

Corrie’s sister died in prison, but Corrie was eventually released and returned home.  She began to write, and soon after, the book The Hiding Place was published.

I find it interesting that the Bible speaks of various hiding places, and secret places of many types.  In Exodus 2:2-3, the mother of Moses hid the baby three months. 
 
“And when she could not longer hide him at home, she took for him an ark of bulrushes, and daubed it with slime and with pitch, and put the child therein; and she hid it in the flags by the river’s brink.”

The morning newspaper of Joshua’s day might have read, “Harlot Hides Spies!” 

Joshua 2:6 says, “Rahab had brought them up to the roof of the house, and hid the spies with the stalks of flax, which she had laid in order upon the roof.”

God always has a plan.  You are not hidden from the Lord, and He knows your every step. You may not be able to write a book as Corrie Ten Boom did, but you can let your light shine where you are.

This brings us to one final thought about secret places. Jesus encourages us in Luke 11:33, not to hide our candles, (our testimony) but rather to hold our light high, allowing it to shine where all may see our witness. 
 
No, let us not be ‘Secret Christians’ but let us be among those one who vibrantly share their faith with others!

 
This post is shared with Charlotte’s Spiritual Sundays

 

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Up in the Air Again

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Two brothers, Roy and Virgil had inherited a large house and ranch from their parents and since they were both bachelors they decided to run the ranch together. 

For additional income they each had other jobs working as carpenters, and Virgil did some crop dusting.

Roy attended the same church as my Grandparents, and when my aunt Edna returned home from Bible school, she lived with Grandma and Grandpa.

As time went by, Roy became interested in Edna as a wife, and when they married, Edna moved into the big house with the two brothers. 

Uncle Virgil had a large area upstairs that they as carpenters had made into separate quarters for him.  It was away from the rest of the house with an inside stairway plus a private outside entrance.

They were a family and meals were shared in the large kitchen, as well as the evening news and newspapers. 

When the children came along, Uncle Virgil became like a second dad to them.  Virgil remained a bachelor, but he had an interesting hobby, flying his small airplane.

Usually on our visits to Grandma, we would enjoy a nice dinner at Edna’s place.  On one of these visits, Uncle Virgil asked me if I would like to go up in the air with him and fly his airplane.

Mother gave her permission and as a 12 year old I was thrilled.
 
Virgil explained that he would do the take off, and would land the plane, but once in the air, he would give me the controls.  Turn the wheel slowly right or left for a turn, and pull up on the wheel to go higher, and push down to level off.

The surrounding area was orange orchards and olive trees, and from the air they were in lovely patterns.  This was my first airplane ride and everything below was so beautiful.

We flew over some houses and over the town where they lived.  I hoped my mother could see me now.

When we arrived back at the ranch, I told my mother, when I get old enough I will buy me a plane, because that was lots of fun.

No, I never bought me an airplane as other things became more important.

But hopes and dreams kept alive, will keep us alive.

 
This post is linked with Laura’s Faith Filled Friday

 

Friday, February 15, 2013

Chili Rellenos


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The day was cold, and my husband asked me to help him assemble one of our favorite easy recipes.   I mixed the eggs, flour and milk and he grated the cheese.

I decided to strain the egg mixture over the finished product to get out any flour lumps.

Here is our favorite recipe and quick to fix.

Chili Rellenos Easy and Simple

1, 7oz can chopped green chilles (Ortega)  We like the chopped variety)

1/2 cup grated Cheddar cheese

1/2 cup grated Jack cheese

2 T flour

2 eggs

1 can evaporated milk

1, 8 oz can tomato sauce

Sprinkle 1/2 of the chilles in a 9x12 Pyrex baking dish.  Layer the cheddar cheese next.

Add the rest of the chilles.  Top layer is the Monterey Jack cheese.

Beat eggs, flour and milk in a bowl and pour over the top of the mix in the pan.

Bake 30 minutes at 350 degrees.  Then pour over the top, the can of tomato sauce.

And bake 15 minutes more.  Let stand 10 minutes and serve. 

We cut any left over into serving size pieces and wrap and freeze.

Enjoy this recipe and amble over to Food on Fridays at http://annkroeker.com/ to view others who have entered their favorites.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Flying the Sky

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Our local traffic reports were given by a Radio announcer as he rode the sky in a helicopter observing the flow of traffic. 

In our day that reporter was Lou Hurley, and Jim Dunbar referred to the copter as "The Hurley Bird"

TV was still fairly new but the traffic guy needed more work for KGO radio and KCBS Television. 

Lou was selected to be Master of Ceremonies for the day time movies.  The station had decided to use Lou’s home instead of a studio which freed Lou from traveling to San Francisco to host the show. 

Lou’s cute small dog Myrtle sat on the sofa with him as he introduced the next movie and Lou would give a run down about the stars and the story behind the movie.  Myrtle became almost more popular than Lou.

One day KGO cooperated in a fund raiser against cancer and it was announced on the traffic program that those who would call in and pledge a certain amount would enjoy a ride in the helicopter while Lou gave the morning traffic report.

My husband Robert thought that would be a fun thing for our daughter Becky and me, so he asked Becky to call in and pledge for us in our roofing company’s name.

Becky and I arrived on time at the heliport and the pilot instructed us how to enter and exit the plane and to keep our heads down.

Lou greeted us warmly, and shook our hands as he introduced himself and welcomed us aboard.

Everything looked so small from the air, and Lou gave a dashing traffic report and included that he had two beautiful ladies flying with him this morning who had responded to the fund raiser.  Then he gave an appeal for more pledges along with a telephone number to call.
 
We were not as high as some airplanes in the sky, but my daughter and I were flying high on that day!


 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Tropical Fish Habits - Repost


Tropical Fish
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When our Children were just starting grade school, we decided to purchase a tropical fish aquarium. It came with a pump and filter and some decorations so the environment for the fish would look natural.

Wanting a nice variety of fish we selected some Angel Fish, Zebra fish, some Black Molly fish and a Plecostomus. Ugly as he was, he would help clean the sides of our tank.

Our children would stare at these fish for hours it seemed, and just watching them was relaxing even for me.

As I watched these fish I noticed something interesting. Each variety of fish would swim together. Although they were friendly to one another, the Black Molly fish and the Angel fish, and the Zebra fish each kept to their own type. There was no interbreeding or mixing of the fish. They each seemed to be proud of their own kind.

In the Bible, God forbid his children of Israel to give their sons and daughters unto other nations. They were to keep their race pure. That was plan A.

Now don’t get me wrong, because God loves all races, and that was evident when He included Ruth the Moabite woman to be in the linage of Jesus along with some others of questionable reputation. In fact God became very angry at Miriam when she criticized Moses, her brother’s Ethiopian (black) wife.

God always has plan A which is his perfect will. Then there is plan B which is his acceptable will, and plan C which is his good will. God will even go with you all the way to Z if you are that rebellious.

I said all that to say this: Our youth leaders at our church, invited a young girl from a neighboring Black church to work with our youth. She was Caucasian, fun loving, very outgoing and the youth all liked her.

One day she confessed to our daughter that she was pregnant by one of the black brothers in her church and they were going to get married. My daughter came to me very upset, because this girl was an example to our children and they all looked up to her.

By the next Sunday the girl had resigned and returned to her Black church.
 
If you are wondering, yes I phoned our Pastor and told him the situation and he took charge after that.

Did my children need protecting? Probably not, because often our children know more about life than we did at their age.

However it is up to parents to attend the PTA meetings and to know what is going on at school, and also to be aware of what is being taught to your children at church.

I am not pregidous, but I am opinionated, and it is my strong opinion that a marriage will be off to a rocky start if it is a “mixed marriage.”

When I say mixed, in addition to race, I mean by a Christian and an unbeliever, by culture, church denomination, political affiliation and background in general. Marriage is difficult enough without a road block in it's beginning.

I know you are ready to point out some of your friends who are very happy and never quarrel over doctrine, or are never shunned by friends because of their choice in a mate.

Be happy for them and also pray for them, because they probably need your prayers.

Thinking back to my fish aquarium, I am reminded that my fish were friendly with everyone in their environment. They played nice and got along well with others.
 
It would be good if we all could do the same.

This post is linked to Peter Pollock’s One Word Carnival
The word is; HABITS

 

 

Monday, February 11, 2013

Can You Tell Me Who - - -



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As a young mother, I was surprised when my telephone rang and a radio station identified themselves as a quiz program, explained what the call was about, asked my name and requested for me to hold for a moment. 

The Master of Ceremonies was chipper as he came on and told me that there was a nice prize available if I could correctly answer the question - - he paused then asked.

Who was Abraham Lincoln’s Secretary of War? 

History was something I studied for the test, and then promptly forgot about it.  Had I been a current school girl with studies about the Government, I probably would have remembered the name, but instead I mumbled, I am sorry but I don’t know the answer. 

The MC acknowledged his sorrow, but said that as an alternative for the nice prize, the advertiser was sending me some free samples of their product in the mail. 

If only I had thought to give my maiden name, I would have won the grand prize.  The answer was Edwin Stanton.  That name had actually crossed my mind, but I considered it not a good answer, brushed it off and lost by not paying attention to recall.

Often a hunch will give good direction when you listen to it.  Actually I prefer not to call it a hunch or a premonition, but I believe God speaks to us in that inward voice giving insight when we will stop and tune in.

The prize I might have won was actually not that great!  I remember being disappointed at the prize in the Cracker Jack box.

Paul reminded us to strive for the grand prize of heaven which will be presented to all who finish their race. 

2 Timothy 4:8  Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous judge, shall give me at that day: and not to me only, but unto all them also that love his appearing.

This post is Shared with Laura at The Wellspring

And with Hazel at  Tell Me a True Story
http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/

 

 

Sunday, February 10, 2013

A Blaze of Glory

Transfiguration
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Each Sunday, I take notes of our Pastor’s sermon and share an edited portion with you.

Pastor Jerry was reading from Luke 9:25-38 about Jesus’ transfiguration upon the mountain.  Peter, James and John accompanied him to the mountain top.  As Jesus prayed, the appearance of His face was altered, and His robe became white and glistening. .The men were tired, and fell asleep but they were aroused by the bright light and the appearance of Moses and Elijah speaking with Jesus about things to come. 

With out thinking, Peter spoke out of turn and suggested that they build three tabernacles in memory of the three men. 

While Peter was saying this, a cloud came and overshadowed them; and they were fearful as they entered the cloud.  And a voice came out of the cloud, saying, “This is My beloved Son.  Hear Him!   Then the cloud lifted, Moses and Elijah left and they were afraid and all was quiet.   Jesus instructed them to tell no one what had happened.  Next they returned to the valley and found trouble there needing attention.

Pastor suggested that we would be better off if we did less speaking and more listening as Peter should have done.

There might be times to build a tribute to remember something.  God instructed the Israelites to carry 12 stones from the middle of the River Jordan and build a monument of remembrance so that their children would know that God caused the river to stop flowing and there became dry land so they would walk across.

As Christians we may experience mountain top occurrences, but we cannot stay there, for we must return to the valley where our work is.

We must ask, “What is God doing now?”  There is a time to listen and a time to work.

We are to be shining examples of our Lord and to reflect His glory.

Life can get dull and complicated, and we may loose sight of what is important, then it is time to stir ourselves up, and look at the monuments in time that are examples for us.

Charles Wesley traveled over 250,000 miles on horseback, preached 4000 sermons, and wrote 400 books, ministering to thousands and leading them to receive Jesus as savior. 

We do enjoy the mountain top, but it is in the valley that we will fulfill our testimony.

“Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify the Father which is in heaven.”

Go forth and be a blaze of Glory for the Lord!!
 
This post is Linked up with Michelle’s Hear it on Sunday

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Others Who Are Different

Children of the World
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Our grammar school principal came into our third grade room and explained we would have a new boy in our class tomorrow. 

He told us, this boy is smart and the only difference in him and you is that he has only one arm that is missing at the elbow.  He instructed us that we were NOT to make fun of the boy, but to treat him as we would any other person. 

Our principal was a God fearing man and very wise, because had he not given us that presentation, no doubt the meanness in some of us might have taken over.

The boy arrived riding his bicycle to school, with his brown paper lunch sack pinned to his shirt.  He was a happy lad, and his grades were good.  He could throw a ball and was able to use his partial arm to play games with the other boys and to assist him in the school activities.

We have known many friends who have overcome what to us would be a handicap.

I am reminded of our good friend, an evangelist, who was born with his left hand smaller than the other, and with only three tiny fingers.  Yet he learned to play the piano, and is mightily used of God in his preaching ministry. 

In an unusual presentation, our friend operates in the ministry of a prophet, with the Holy Spirit gift the Word of Knowledge.  He is an anointed minister who challenges pastors and leaders to move out into the Supernatural and to allow God to use them in bold and powerful ways.  He did not permit being a bit physically different to handicap him in any manner.

Amazing isn’t it that we are all diverse in certain ways, but in other ways we are similar.

God only sees us as his child and knows each of us by name.

 
If you liked my story - -
You will probably enjoyed Floyd’s story The Last Walkin Cotton Picker

 
Sharing with Rosilind in Croatia, at Wednesday R and R  


 

Friday, February 8, 2013

Choosing a Cause


Hug a Tree Cause ??
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As a newly married young woman, I worked at Montgomery Ward in their catalogue department.

My job with adding and subtracting amounts in my head and dividing up the order by our local store and other stores in cities where the rest of the customer’s purchase would be shipped.

After I had worked there a few weeks, my supervisor came to me and informed me that it was expected that I contribute to the organization that was handling charity for our area.

Each employee was not required, but was expected to select a cause or give to the general fund where it would go to where most needed.

Looking over the list, I found Salvation Army and decided that would be my cause so I pledged one dollar each week from my pay.  I was earning less than a dollar an hour so in those days a dollar was a nice amount.

My supervisor was pleased as she had obtained a pledge from all her girls in her department.

Today there are many “Good Causes,” but it pays to be careful and deliberate when we give.  Are we feathering the nest of the big CEO who heads an organization?  Is the group a scam and not really sending your funds to where they said they would? 

My monthly missions giving list is long and each missionary has a different agenda. 

I do not call these causes, but ministries and I enjoy being a part of them.   

At year end I give an annual gift to a variety of military groups and toys for children.

You might ask how I can give to so many and still tithe to my church?  The answer was simple for me, and you must discover your own method. 

When a group of us retired from my job of 10 years, we were given a “Golden Hand Shake.”  It is a monthly amount that is in addition to my retirement check.  I decided the Golden amount was a gift from God, so I chose to give it back to God in the form of partial support to a variety of ministries.  Usually I add to it from my pension.

It works for me and I do not seek another cause.

You might enjoy a post by Billy Coffey, Pick Your Cause.

 

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Take a Walk – Even a Short One


 
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One of my friends entered a splendid post at “Tell me a Story.” 

She listed 20 ways NOT to Waste Time.  I loved it!

I thought it was so awesome and interesting that I decided to make a comment and add one more suggestion as to another good thing that is “Not a waste of time.”

So I suggested  - - "Take a walk" even a short one. 

My two Black Labs love to stay in the house as long as they are near either me or my husband, Robert.  

Since I had been at my computer for a long while, I needed a walk, and so did my pups.   

They watched me carefully as I pulled my sweater on, and were ready to go even if it was only out to the mail box, and then once around the mobile.   Our Blue Tick Hound joined us for our walk.

To add productivity to my walk, I usually pick up sticks and small branches that have fallen off the oak trees, and carry them to a burn pile. 

All of a sudden my dogs rushed to the front fence for there they spied a lady walking her large dog.  Not only did they observe, they also let them know vociferously, this is our place so please go away. 

Our neighbor dogs picked up the cue, and continued the message LOUD and clear. 

With all that exciting activity over and done, they were ready for me to fill their favorite water bowl which is a "Plastic Swim pool," where they prefer to drink, and then follow me back into the house. 

I feel better now after a constructive walk, for me and for them. 

The Bible says, 1 Timothy 4:8 For bodily exercise profits little: but godliness is profitable unto all things, having promise of the life that now is, and of that which is to come.

Notice it does not say exercise does not profit at all – but it does a little.

So here you have it - -  A Little walk is good !  :-)


You might also enjoy this post:  Trust Me  Shared at Bonny’s site


 

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Our First Telephone

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The year was 1936 and my dad needed to have a telephone so he could be called if there was extra work on the railroad. 

My Uncle lived with us and he also worked for the railroad and he too needed to use the phone for work.  Interesting enough my Uncle had a girl friend that worked for the telephone company and she was one of the operators.

Although we lived in the big city, we were on a party line, and sometimes the other party was using the phone so we would quietly hang up to be polite.

Our black telephone was tall with the speaker attached, and the receiver was on a cord.  When we picked up the receiver an operator spoke and said, “Number please.”  Then we would say “Fruitvale 456” and she would connect us to our party. 

In those days there was a district prefix that you would mention first then a short number, ours was Fruitvale, but there was Fairfax, Diamond and others.

I was in grammar school in the first grade, and was very interested in the telephone.  One day my mother was working in the garden, so I quietly lifted the receiver and heard “Number please.”

I gave her some silly numbers and then she quietly asked, “How is your mother today?”  I told her “She is fine.” “And what is she doing?”  “She is picking vegetables in the garden.”  Then she asked how my uncle was?  I was surprised and said, “Do you know me?  She said, I sure do, and it has been nice talking to you, but you had probably better go help your mother and tell her I said hello.  Good bye now and please hang up.”  I told her good bye and carefully hung up the phone.  I never did tell my mother the operator said to say "Hello."

I can’t honestly say that was my last phony phone call, but it was my first.  

Later when we kids were older, and we now had dial phones, we made some prank calls asking if their refrigerator was running?  When they replied yes, we told them to run and catch it - - as we laughed and hung up.   I hope you never did anything like that!

Changes happened quickly and soon we had a dial phone, no more party line and the operators were now for long distance and information please.  The phone numbers changed too although they were not as long as we have now.  To make a long distance call, you dialed “O” and told the operator the city, state and the number.

Our phones of today are friendly and we program the numbers of our friends and family.  Many carry their phone in their purse or pocket, ready to take pictures and receive e-mail.  Amazing how fast some can text a message without even speaking.

It is not a fearful thing to use a phone and I think of contacting our Father in Heaven with a whisper.  We should not fear to speak to our God.  He is a God we and run to in confidence.

Hebrews 4:16  Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain
mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.

This post has been shared with Tracy at Winsome Wednesday


 

Monday, February 4, 2013

Banchero’s Restaurant Hayward, California

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When we lived in the East Bay Area, many a Sunday after church, we took our children to Banchero’s Italian Restaurant in Hayward, California. 
 
It was a family place owned and operated by Father and Son, with 33 employees.  The son, John began working in the restaurant when he was 13 and learned all aspects of the business.

Many customers enjoyed the take out menu with half a chicken, soup, spaghetti, or ravioli’s.  I know we did on many an occasion.

The restaurant served the bay area delicious Italian food at a reasonable price.  Your meal arrived in courses; Orderves, homemade soup, salad, and your choice of entree, with warm luscious garlic bread.  To complete your meal there was a choice of Jell-O, pudding or spumoni ice cream.  I always selected the spumoni ice cream.  Yum.

The original building was a Quonset hut purchased from the military, and the front was given a face lift for a nice entry.  Many a family gathering enjoyed sitting at their tables. 

Sad to say, the restaurant closed mid 2012.  The owner when interviewed said he desired to retire and spend more time with his family, but there was a real reason for the closure and the loss of 33 jobs for local families.   

The owner would not bend to Government pressure.  He ran a clean and healthy establishment so say all that worked there and the many customers who dined there.

One day armed with an agenda, in came the Health Department, making unreasonable demands,

The Department of Health required new equipment to be installed, and the expensive upgrades they insisted on had to be implemented immediately with NO grace period.   

Owner John was too classy of a man to mention publicly about the attack on his business but thanks to the local Bureaucrats, 33 families lost their income and a fine restaurant was forced to close. 

Small business needs to be encouraged and not plagued down with irrational regulations that force them out of business.

You are probably thinking – What would Jesus do?   Jesus probably would have done the same thing that owner John did - - because we all know - - “You can’t fight City Hall.”


This post is linked with Ann Kroeker’s  Food on Fridays   
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