Wednesday, December 31, 2008

New Year's Prayer

Thank you Vicki for this graphic.

This is my prayer for the new year, 2009.

I need God's guidance as I walk down uncharted (to me) paths.

Father, show me Your ways and teach me Your paths.

My hope is in You all day long!

AMEN!

New Year's Resolutions


Here are my New Year's Resolutions for the coming year...2009:
  1. I WILL NOT make New Year's resolutions that I can't keep
But here are a few things I will attempt with God's enabling:
  1. I will procrastinate less.
  2. I will read more.
  3. I will trust God more.
  4. I will worry less.
  5. I will write more.
  6. I will be stressed less.
  7. I will make fewer lists of things I will attempt in 2009.

My Own Personal Rabbi

Anyone who knows me will understand that I've always held a special place in my heart for the Jewish people. I firmly believe that God isn't finished with His people yet and He has a future in store for them. Now that I've alienated some of my Christian friends and revealed my theological bias, let me get giddy on this last day of 2008.

I've been blessed to have my own personal rabbi who gives spiritual guidance to this pilgrim. Rabbi Paul (pictured) is always there to help out. He is presently under the weather but as soon as he gets better he will be offering help to this struggling Gentile. Paul's synagogue is in Brantford but he also spends a lot of time in Belleville and once every 50 years, in the year of jubilee, he comes to Peterborough.

Please pray for Rabbi Paul that he would recover quickly and enjoy a great Sabbath.

Note: This was written with tongue firmly placed in grinning cheek. Please don't think I've gone off my rocker. I did that years ago.

Josiah's a Hero

Earlier today I received the following e-mail from our grandson Josiah.

CONGRATULATIONS, my boy!

Jo writes:

"Today I went to the Waterloo Minor Hockey skills competition. My teammates picked me to do shooting for our team. First I watched my teammates compete in skating backwards, stick handling and fastest skater. Then I went and competed in shooting accuracy. I scored my first 4 pucks, then missed the next 5 and scored my last one. The guy after me tied me with 5 points. We went into sudden death to see who would win. I scored my first 2 and he missed both of them. He got his next one and I missed. I scored my 4th puck and he missed so I won! The judges gave me a gold trophy and I skated a victory lap."

FINAL NOTE: ...and he didn't learn any of that from grandpa.

Our Wonderful Lord

JESUS

Sovereign Sustainer
Supreme Sanctifier

Savior, Supplier

Our Soon-coming King.

Righteous Redeemer
The Ransom for many
Our Rock and our Refuge

His praises we sing.


© David W. Fisher – December 2008

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Hail to the Heroes

The damp, coldness of a gray, December day seeped into my shoes and inched up my long legs. The chill in the air somehow got inside my clothes sending shivers up my spine. It would be worth the discomfort though.


Our family eagerly anticipated the approaching cavalcade. Fire trucks, ambulances, police cars and other service vehicles lined the off-ramp of the four-lane Highway of Heroes at the Port Hope exit. Hundreds of grieving supporters stood at attention, ready to pay their respects to the families of three fallen soldiers. Men who paid the ultimate sacrifice. Sons, husbands, fathers, brothers, fianc├ęs, friends who left Canada to serve and returned having given their lives for freedom.


This parade of vehicles from CFB Trenton carried the bodies of our heroes, slain in Afghanistan, their families and friends. As their flashing lights came into view I could trace the trickle of tears as they began to course down my face. I had warned my family that it would be an emotional experience for me. It always is at times like this.


One of the heroes hailed from Peterborough. Private Michael Freeman celebrated Christmas in a far-off land, gave his life a day later, killed by a roadside bomb and was repatriated today here in his homeland. The funeral will follow in several days time in a local church.


Those who came to pay their respects waved Canadian flags or waved their hands as the cavalcade passed under the overpass where we had positioned ourselves. I was proud to be a Canadian today. Proud to share the same hometown as our hero. Grateful for those who represent us in war-torn lands.


The police and military vehicles, hearses; limousines and other support vehicles passed quietly on their journey to Toronto. Crowds would cheer and show their support from every overpass on the Highway of Heroes from CFB Trenton to Toronto.


War isn’t pretty. Peace is elusive. Lives are lost. Sacrifices are made. Families are grieving. I was deeply moved.


“God of all comfort, strengthen those who mourn today. Come alongside and minister peace and hope in the midst of chaos. We pray through Jesus our Lord, the Prince of Peace. AMEN.”


Click here for a YouTube video of a previous cavalcade on the Highway of Heroes.

Another Tragic Loss

The citizens of Peterborough and surrounding area are mourning the loss of another of our native sons, Private Michael Freeman (pictured). Private Freeman was killed on December 26th while serving his country in Afghanistan.

We are grateful for those, like Freeman, who have made such a sacrifice to secure and maintain the freedom of others.

Without minimizing the contributions made by our troops, I can't write this post without being reminded of the supreme sacrifice made by our wonderful Savior, Jesus Christ, when He gave His life to buy our freedom.

We join the Freeman family today as they mourn the passing of their loved one and pray that the Lord will give strength and comfort during this difficult time.

Sunday, December 28, 2008

6:35










It's 6:35 in the morning and I am:
  • too tired to get up and
  • too awake to go back to sleep
and so I:
  • rehearse everything that has gone wrong and
  • worry about everything else that could go wrong
when I should be:
  • praising the Lord for all the good things He has done and
  • being thankful that nothing happens in my life that He doesn't allow
and so I determine to:
  • pray about all the things that concern me and cause me to worry
  • commit everything to the Lord and trust Him
but instead I fall asleep and:
  • wake up an hour and a half later and
  • wonder why I was in such a worried state of mind
so now I'm humming the words (in my mind) to an old song that goes like this:
  • Why worry when you can pray?
  • Trust Jesus, He'll be your stay;
  • Don't be a doubting Thomas
  • Just take Him at His promise
  • Why worry, worry, worry, worry
  • When you can pray?
It's now 8:05 a.m. and the Lord will walk with me today, each step of the way.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

The Justus Encounter

NOTE: I wrote the following story several years ago and included it in a book that our writer's group, The Writer's Crucible, recently published. I trust you'll enjoy this biblical fiction account:

Greetings, friend. My name is Justus. Each year at this time my mind drifts back to that bitterly cold night when deity took on humanity in a musty animal stall behind an inn in Bethlehem.


We were the last family to secure lodging inside the bustling hotel. When my wife Sarah, my daughter Eunice and I arrived every room was spoken for. The innkeeper graciously lent us a small cot, one blanket and a resting place in the corner of the entrance hall.

Our family had journeyed to Bethlehem to be accounted for. Caesar Augustus had ordered a census be taken throughout the Roman empire requiring citizens to travel to their ancestral hometown. We lived in Bethany, a little to the northeast of Bethlehem, and had traveled by foot to “the city of David”. I was thirty years old at the time and little Eunice was just an infant.

Exhausted from the trek, Sarah and Eunice quickly dozed off. I sat on the floor by the cot but sleep eluded me. About an hour later another road-weary couple burst into the inn. The woman was obviously “great with child” and her husband – I assumed they were married – requested a room. The tired innkeeper advised them that there were no vacancies but that they could find shelter in a stable behind the inn. He offered them a horse blanket or two to ward off the cold but they declined. As they left I felt constrained to hand them our only blanket, the one the innkeeper had lent us. They hesitated momentarily but accepted my offer. I finally nodded off to sleep, my head resting on the corner of Sarah’s cot.

After a brief nap I awoke to the raucous clatter of a dozen or more shepherds. Some even had lambs in their arms as they burst into the inn. They were talking excitedly and inquired where the Saviour, the Messiah, could be found. The innkeeper, hearing the commotion, stumbled to the counter. “Where’s the Messiah?”, they queried. “A host of angels announced on a hillside outside of town that a baby has been born in a manger and He is to be our saviour.” The bewildered innkeeper re-directed them to the stable out back.

The sheep herders had awakened Sarah and little Eunice with their exuberance. Eunice was crying and Sarah was frustrated by the interruption. Me? I was wishing they’d hurry up and go out to the stable to find this promised Messiah.

Imagine a band of angels announcing a newborn King to a motley crew of shepherds. Sounded kind of crazy to me. Guess I’m a sceptic at the best of times. I get irritated by people who get their directions from heavenly voices. The commotion died down as the shepherds went to investigate but then built to a crescendo as they discovered that the Messiah had, in fact, been born in a cattle manger of all places. They woke everyone in the inn, the whole town I’m sure. We didn’t get back to sleep. What a night!

The next morning we registered for the census after sunrise but I was grumpy for the rest of the day. You know how you get when you don’t have a good night’s rest, when you’re in someone else’s bed or on the floor.

This Messiah, Jesus, grew up in his father’s home in Nazareth. Mary and Joseph were his parents, the couple I had given the blanket to. I discovered later that they weren’t even married that night. Scandalous! I learned that she had become pregnant by the Holy Spirit. Now that was hard to believe! I’d never heard anything like that before but, as I said, I was sceptical of everything.

Back in Bethany we heard a lot about this man called Jesus. He helped in His father’s carpenter shop until he was about thirty years old. Then he began preaching around the countryside. He visited our town several times. Mary, Martha and Lazarus, neighbours of ours, were friends of his. One day Lazarus died and his heartbroken sisters sent for Jesus. They were upset when Jesus didn’t arrive until four days later. According to the townsfolk He supposedly raised this man Lazarus from the dead. If you ask me, he was likely just asleep, unconscious or in a coma but not dead. Raising a man from the dead was a little far-fetched for an unbeliever like me.

That all changed one day, an event that’s indelibly etched on my mind. Our daughter Eunice was about thirty-two years old at the time. She hadn’t married, was still living with us and was working as a seamstress. She became violently ill one evening and we thought she would die. She was bleeding profusely and was very feverish. Several times we thought we had lost her.

Sarah ran to Martha’s house and was surprised to learn that Jesus was staying with them. Hearing of Eunice’s condition, Jesus came quickly. Our eyes met as He came through the doorway and I knew in that moment that He was more than just a man. I was strangely moved! He quickly made His way to the room where Eunice lay and gently placed His hand on her forehead. Immediately the fever vanished. The bleeding stopped. Eunice sat up in bed, instantly healed and I bowed before this man called Jesus, a changed man.

Belief filled my heart where scepticism and doubt once ruled. Jesus prayed with our family, pronounced His blessing and quickly was gone. I’ll never forget the look of compassion in His eyes.

The next morning the thought crossed my mind briefly that I should tell Jesus that it was my blanket that cradled Him on that cold, frosty night in Bethlehem but I quickly realized that He already knew. He was God and He knew everything. I was changed forever by this encounter with the One I had rejected for so long.

Don’t be a doubter like me. Investigate His claims. Read the biblical account of Christ’s life. Seek out a Christian pastor or friend if you want to know more. Jesus Christ is everything the angels said he would be and He will change your life. Just give Him a chance.

© David Fisher – December 2008

There Was No Song

There was no song
In David’s town that evening;
Where God incarnate
Graced a rustic stall.
Tired and taxed they came
For Caesar’s census;
So unaware that roy’lty
Would call.

Then angels told
The shepherds of His coming;
They came to see
Emmanuel, God’s Son.
That dark, cold night
Welcomed Christ the Savior;
And glory reigned
Before the night was done.

He came to bring
Salvation and forgiveness;
For which the world
Had waited for so long.
The Christ of God
The Hope of all the ages;
Brought peace on earth
And birthed a brand new song.

And now by faith
In Christ the King of Glory;
We are assured one day
In heav’n a place.
‘Til then we’ll journey
On our way rejoicing;
And some day soon
We’ll see Him face to face.

The trials endured
As pilgrims heading homeward;
Are temporary and
Will not last too long.
So hand in hand
We’ll cross the final valley;
Eyes fixed on “home”
We sing redemption’s song.

© David W. Fisher – December 13, 2004


Wednesday, December 24, 2008

So Different and Yet So Similar

Today I received two comments here on Pilgrim Scribblings from two daughters of a Church of the Nazarene evangelist from Iowa. I've never met Nikki or Tori Rittgers (pictured) before but it's amazing how many similarities there are between this old 63 year old grandfather and these two girls, aged 10 and 15.

I've posted the "favorites" from Tori's blog and bolded, italicized and posted in RED the ones that I share. It's amazing how God's children can be so different and yet so similar.

Welcome to my family of blogging friends, Nikki and Tori!

Here are those favorites:

* Playing the piano
* ice hockey (GO BLACK HAWKS!!)
* singing
* writing stories
* reading
* receiving massages
* the computer
* photography
* scrapbooking
* food (pepperoni pizza/black olives/black jellybeans being my favorites!)
* watching movies
* playing games
* drinking French Vanilla cappachino
* shopping
* ultimate frisbee
* playing with my dog
* sports
* receiving comments on my blog

Favorite Movies

* The Princess Diaries 1 & 2
* What I did for Love
* Love Comes Softly series
* Gomer Pyle
* Andy Griffith
* Little House on the Prairie
* Facing the Giants
* What Not to Wear
* Trading Spaces
* The Cosby Show
* I Love Lucy
* Wheel of Fortune
* Judge Judy
* Roman Holiday
* Anne of Green Gables
* Fireproof
* Believe In Me

Favorite Music

* The Cathedrals
* Gaithers
* Candy Christmas
* Gaither Vocal Band
* Ernie Haase and Signature Sound
* The Wissmann Family
* The Browns
* Beach Boys
* '50's music
* Janet Paschal
* Adam's Voice
* Vance and Jeannie Sharpe
* Southern Gospel
* Jimmy Dell
* Dr. Elmo's Christmas CDs
* Go Fish

Favorite Books

* The Bible
* A Proper Pursuit
* Eve's Daughters
* Chronicles of the King's series
* A Woman's Place
* The Preacher's Daughter series
* Annie's People series
* The Heritage of Lancaster County series
* The Courtship of Nellie Fisher books
* Redemption of Sarah Cain

Check out their blogs here:

Nikki's Powerplay 4 Him

Tori's Dare to be Different

CHRISTmas Greetings

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Advertising For Snow Shovelers on FACEBOOK

Today I mentioned on my FACEBOOK status that I was going outside to shovel the snow that was dumped on us yesterday. I jokingly added an invitation for my friend Cliff McGrath to come and help. He often comments on my FACEBOOK page and I recalled a status report by Cliff where he said he was going out to re-arrange his snow or something like that.

Anyhow, not long after my hint or suggestion that Cliff join me, he pulled his truck up to our house with his son Michael and two shovels in tow.
Just as they arrived I had to quit because my heart was beginning to race. They did a great job!

As he left he added, "my name is Cliff, drop over some day." Just kidding! That's an old, well-used joke.


Need help...call Cliff!


Here's a picture of the McGrath family. Cliff, Jane, Michelle and Michael.

THANKS SO MUCH!

God Will Provide...A Turkey

As Carol and I discussed our Christmas dinner plans she mentioned that she hadn't bought a turkey yet.

A few hours later Carol was startled by the sound of a mighty rushing wind. Actually it was a flock of turkeys which landed in the tree next door.


Our granddaughter Victoria captured a few pictures on her camera before the birds took flight. I didn't know that turkeys can fly as well as they do.


Not having a gun I wasn't able to shoot a bird for Christmas dinner. Of course I wouldn't shoot one if I had a gun.


Lucky birds!

P. S. Carol just told me that there were 15 turkeys in the tree several hours after this photo was taken.

Note: Click on the picture for a better view of the turkeys. You'll see some small red berry-like things on the tree. The turkeys thought they were cranberries. They know you can't have turkey without cranberries.

In the Kitchen...Preparing the Food

Anne Graham Lotz, Billy Graham's daughter, was asked to address a large convention of distinguished pastors. As the meeting began she could sense a coldness in the room supposedly caused by the fact that she, a woman, would be challenging these august preachers of the Word. She asked God to calm her heart and use her in a powerful way.

As she began to speak she sensed that God was already beginning to answer her prayer. God began to speak through her as the Holy Spirit melted cold hearts. The freedom in the Spirit was so evident that Lotz found it difficult to stick to her alloted time.

Following the service a pastor paid her a compliment which she will never forget. He said humbly, "Mrs. Lotz, it's obvious to me that you have been in the kitchen, preparing the Food. Thank you for serving it to us tonight without messing it up."

When we spend time with God, in preparation, others will sense that "we have been with Jesus". Have you been in the kitchen today, preparing the Food? I trust that you, at least, have been feasting on the riches of His grace and when given the opportunity, you will be able to share the life-giving Food.

Your Morning Coffee


This morning I found the following pictures in my friend Joan Harrington's Facebook picture gallery.

You'd almost think that coffee was a big part of our morning routine here in Canada.

What about Bible reading?


Prayer?

Friday, December 19, 2008

Scrooge or Stooge?

Right out of the blocks I want to warn you, my readers, that this post will NOT be very positive at the outset. If you're looking for strength for another day maybe you should go straight to God's Word and not spend time scanning these scribblings.

For several days I've been battling a real funk...a spiritual low...a "cold mashed potatoes and Coke that's lost its fizz" feeling as the late Paul Little would call it. As we draw close to Christmas I'm not experiencing the warm fuzzies that usually accompany the season. Far from it!

Yesterday it took several hours to break free from the "pit of purposelessness". This morning I'm fighting again to climb out. It doesn't take much to get teary-eyed. Listening to some of the Christmas songs (not the beloved old carols) with their sick sentimentality makes me want to throw up. What's wrong with me?

It's been a difficult year for many of us. Change seems to be the buzz word. Yes, our lives have been literally "buzzing" with transitions. New house, new job, new school, new challenges, new concerns, new, new new.

One thing remains the same. Let me rephrase that. One person is changeless. Our eternal God is immutable, without change. We change. He changes not.

As I stare out the windows of my office here in the heart of Peterborough into the cold, gloomy, gray of another December morning I'm reminded to look "up" instead of "out". Beyond the heavy, snow-laden clouds is a God who shines His everlasting Light into our hearts and transforms the burdens into blessings, frustrations into freedom and heartaches into hope.

Somehow, by an act of faith, throw yourself into His all-encompassing arms today. Ask Him to lift you above the meaningless and mundane into the joy that comes ONLY from His embrace. Rest in His love today.

He cares! He really does!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Fools Rush In

Dear Friends:

Please forgive me for my politically-based rant today but the recent events (or what might have happened in our native land of Canada) are cause for much concern.

Canadians will understand this graphic that I've posted. Hopefully most of you will share my political bent. If not, I'll pray for you!

Seriously, please pray for our PM, Stephen Harper. You may not agree will all he does but he sure beats the alternatives.


For a few days I thought Larry, Curly and Moe might be running our country but we've been given a reprieve. Thank you, Father!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Blue Christmas

Is it going to be a Blue Christmas for you this year? Even as I write these words I can hear Elvis singing about it being "a blue Christmas without you".

Yes, without Him, the incarnate Son of God, Christmas pales and really has no lasting meaning. When Christ came He brought light, the Light of life, to a dark world. His sacrificial death and glorious resurrection offered a sure and steadfast hope to those who trusted Him.

The picture I've included on this post reminds me of the light that Christ brings when He is given room in the busyness and messiness of our lives.

The "blues" turns to light, the true Light, when Jesus is introduced to the picture. Please make room for the King of Glory this Christmas.

He's waiting at the door...

"There it was...the true Light [was then] coming into the world [the genuine, perfect, steadfast Light] that illumines every person." - John 1:9 (The Amplified Bible)

Friday, December 12, 2008

Cabbages

This afternoon I picked up a CD, Preaching to the Converted, by the British humorist and Christian author Adrian Plass (pictured). It was a Demo CD that was on sale for $2.00, perhaps the most hilarious and refreshing 2 dollars I've spent in a long time.

I've read The Sacred Diary of Adrian Plass and laughed at myself for the way we Christians talk and act. If we could only see and hear ourselves through the eyes and ears of the unconverted we would realize how weird we sound.

Check out the web site of Adrian Plass here and listen to brief clips from his CD.

Several times as I was driving home I laughed so hard that passersby or Plassersby must have wondered about me.

Oh well...laughter doeth good like a medicine. I needed that prescription today.


P. S. Be sure to check out CABBAGES.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Incline My Heart

This morning's devotional by Joni Eareckson Tada from Pearls of Great Price challenged me. Joni's writing usually does!

She spoke of getting sidetracked from her daily reading of the scriptures by a mail-order catalogue that caught her eye.


Joni writes:


"...Twenty minutes later I still had my nose in the catalog. I'm ashamed to say, the Word had been pushed aside. This is why I have learned to pray, 'Lord incline my heart unto thy testimonies, and not to covetousness.' There are days when I don't even want to pick up the Bible. But I know if I succumb to a ho-hum attitude toward the Word of God, my spirit will shrivel, my faith will shrink, and my hope will become dull and dim. So I plead, 'Lord, don't let me get away with this! Put the 'want to' in my heart...persuade it...bring it around...predispose it...please, incline my heart to your Word and don't let me covet anything in its place!'


I'm sure we all struggle with the same temptations that Joni battles. May this be the prayer of each of our hearts today:


"Incline my heart unto thy testimonies, and not to covetousness." - Psalm 119:36 (KJV)

Wow!

This morning I saw this picture on another site and had to post it here.

Who says there's no God?

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Parable in the Key of "F"

Do you recognize this parable?


Feeling footloose and frisky, a featherbrained fellow forced his fond father to fork over the farthings.


Featherbrained fathead flew far to foreign fields and frittered his farthings, feasting fabulously with faithless friends.


Fleeced by his fellows in folly, and facing famine, he found himself in a filthy farmyard. Fairly famishing, he fain would have filled his frame with foraged food from fodder fragments.


"Phooey, my father's flunkies fare far finer." The fragile fugitive frankly faced facts. Frustrated by failure, and filled with foreboding, foolish fellow fled forthwith to his family.


Falling at his father's feet, he forlornly fumbled, "Father, I've flunked. I've fruitlessly forfeited family favour."


The farsighted father, forestalling further flinching, frantically flagged the flunkies to fetch a fatling from the flock and forthwith fix a feast.


The fugitive's faultfinding brother frowned on fickle forgiveness of former folderol, but the faithful father figured: " Filial fidelity is fine but the fugitive is found. What forbids fervent festivity? Let the flags be unfurled, let fanfares flare forth."


So, the father's forgiveness formed the foundation for the former fugitive's future fortunes.


- Phil Kerr

Friday, November 28, 2008

Worried Bird

My friend Stephen Weber posted this photo on his Daily Encouragement site today.

I can "almost" guarantee that this bird is NOT worried. We worry. They don't. Something's wrong!

Aren't we of much more value to the Father than the birds?

Thursday, November 27, 2008

4th Blogiversary

Today, America's THANKSGIVING DAY, we are celebrating the 4th anniversary of our blog, PILGRIM SCRIBBLINGS. God has been faithful and we praise Him for His goodness. I'm re-posting my original post from November 27th, 2004. Be challenged!

Here's that post:

Recently I stopped at a favourite restaurant of mine, hoping to enjoy a quiet, relaxing lunch in the middle of a busy, hectic day of “ministry”. The hostess seated me in a back room away from the buffet area where people were helping themselves.

A few moments later a group of mentally challenged adults, with their caregivers, were seated at a long table next to me. My solitude was short-lived! These people were grunting and groaning, shouting and calling out. Two other families asked if they could be seated in another area of the restaurant when they saw these people arrive. In the midst of the noise, God’s Holy Spirit spoke (or shouted) to my heart. I immediately thought WWJS …”where would Jesus sit?” if He were here. Of course He would be found at the center of that table, showering His love, care and compassion on these dear, precious people. If that’s where Jesus would sit, then I wanted to follow “in His steps” and look upon this intrusion on my “quiet time” as an opportunity to watch God at work.

The caregivers lovingly attended to their clients, helping them with their food and patiently expressing God’s love in a tangible way. The outbursts of these people, created in the image of God, became like a symphony, a choir, to my ears.

I was so intrigued by watching this transpire before my eyes that I lingered at my seat long after I’d finished my meal. As I was leaving, one of these dear people choked on her food and her caregiver handled the situation so well. Tears came to my eyes and I thanked God for my “quiet lunch”.

Oh that we might see people as our loving, compassionate Father sees them! Oh that our hearts might be broken by the things that break His heart! God had noisily got my attention that day!

Let’s look for opportunities today to witness God’s loving care for His people. Let’s ask how we can be His arms extended to His people today, ministering His love, mercy and grace to those who so desperately need His touch!

For more information on the organization that these wonderful people are involved with, please check out their web site at
http://www.christian-horizons.org/

Happy Thanksgiving to our American Friends

Happy Thanksgiving to our beloved American friends.

Wish I could join you for a big turkey dinner today.

We have so much to thank the Lord for! He has blessed us abundantly and we praise Him for everything He has showered upon us.

Have a wonderful day, dear friends, and don't eat too much!

Be blessed!

Gratefully,

David

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

All I Need...God Provides


The following quote is taken from my friend Stephen Weber's Daily Encouragement devotional for today. Check out his site here.

Stephen writes:

A Bible teacher has observed "Contentment is understanding that if I am not satisfied with what I have, I will never be satisfied with what I want." Among the many ways the world seeks to force us into its mold is the lie that it can offer true satisfaction. Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want, but the realization of how much you already have and finding satisfaction with that. It's realizing in the words from the great hymn that, "All I have needed Thy hand hath provided." Contentedness and thankfulness are interrelated.

Friday, November 21, 2008

No Room

Those of us who serve with Hockey Ministries International have often heard the words "no room" as GM's, coaches or owners have closed the door to their team having chapel services. The QMJHL or the "Q" as it's called, has been the last frontier. For years we've been unable to get into the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League. But God opens doors. He changes things. He answers prayer. - David

Here's an account from Don Liesemer concerning my associate in hockey ministry, Bruce Smith, a faithful, godly servant of God:

No room! The last time hockey missionary Bruce Smith walked through the doors of the arena in Bathurst, New Brunswick (pictured) he was told by the coach that HMI would never be “invited in” to provide a Christian chapel program for his team. It just wasn’t going to happen. There was no room for HMI or for HIM. Our Canadian field staff director felt the sting of rejection…but this was nothing new….it had happened many times before where team management and players closed out HMI’s “messengers of hope in Jesus Christ”.

Move the clock forward three years to November 20, 2008. Our same hockey missionary, Bruce Smith, entered the same arena, knocked on the same door but this time things weren’t the same…indeed amazingly different. He was ushered into the GM’s office who in turn escorted him to the dressing room to be warmly received by players and coaches alike. Bruce enthusiastically outlined and explained the HMI chapel program to the whole team and followed with an actual chapel session with interested players. The first ever with that team…Interesting isn’t it?


No room in Bethlehem’s Inn and yet God’s purposes were miraculously accomplished. God never changes. The same Lord that fulfilled His plan in Bethlehem despite the closed door is at work in the world of hockey. His Kingdom is advancing. How amazing to see doors which were closed for many years suddenly opening. The walls of resistance surrounding the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League, a hold-out for over thirty years, are finally coming down. The last frontier in hockey in North America is making room for Jesus, God’s champion. The King of Glory is winning victories.And as we go under His command…in His power and in “triumphal procession we are spreading everywhere the fragrance of the knowledge of Him.”And what a message to proclaim!“A Savior has been born…He is Christ the Lord”

Don Liesemer/Founder
Hockey Ministries International

Added note:

Exactly one minute after receiving this "good news" from Don Liesemer I received the following e-mail from Jeff Twohey, the GM of the Peterborough Petes. I had sent him an e-mail just minutes earlier to ask if the Alumni Room at the Peterborough Memorial Centre was available for next Monday's MONDAY WE HAVE FISH chapel with the Petes. Jeff always lets us use that room unless the Directors have a meeting on the evening we meet.

Here's Jeff's reply and we praise God for the support we've had from Jeff and the Petes for the past 13 years.

Jeff writes:

"David, not a problem! You are welcome to the room. Thanks as always!" - Jeff

Monday, November 17, 2008

Blogger's Block

You've heard of writer's block! I've been afflicted with "blogger's block". Rarely has a week passed without the Pilgrim posting some scribblings here on this site. For those who visit regularly, please forgive me.

The past week has been a blurrrrrrrrr.

With the adjustments to my new position with SIM Canada (which I'm really enjoying) and our fundraiser last Thursday (An Evening With "Fish" and the Peterborough Petes), it's been a hectic week.

Through this transition period God has remained faithful and we have sensed His gentle nudging through it all. His everlasting arms have been our strength.

Be encouraged as you enter a brand new week, dear friends! He is faithful!

"The eternal God is thy refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms." - Deuteronomy 33:27 (KJV)

P. S. Yesterday afternoon the boys and I drove to Hamilton, ON to see our good friend David Shantz. He was recalled by the Rochester Americans from the Dayton Bombers earlier in the week and he got the start in goal yesterday in his hometown. He played well and kept his team in the game although they fell 5-2 to the Hamilton Bulldogs.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Orientation at SIM

Last week I had the pleasure of spending four (4) days of orientation at the SIM Canada headquarters in Scarborough. A couple were going through some intensive training in preparation for leaving for Niger next spring.

Orest and Grace Pelech, from Lloydminster, AB, are trusting God to make a way for them to sell their accounting business freeing them up to leave for the mission field.

As I "learn the ropes" at my new position with SIM, World Missions is becoming increasingly important in my life.

Thanks for your prayers as I get more involved at SIM Canada.

This picture was taken in front of the SIM office.

Saturday, November 08, 2008

Fish Netting Goals

For those diehard Senators fans out there, isn't it great to see Mike Fisher racking up some points!

He's picked up 5 points (including a game-winning overtime goal) in the last three games.

You can't keep a good guy down...for long.


GO SENS GO!

Pilgrim Followers

Take a look at the heading to the right at the top of the "links" column. PILGRIM FOLLOWERS is a new "gadget" here at Pilgrim Scribblings. As I write this post there are six (6) other bloggers who have "admitted" to "following" our Pilgrim Scribblings.

If you enjoy this blog why not add your name/blog/picture to those who "follow" these scribblings. Click on "Follow this blog" or click here and you'll be taken to a page that will explain how to become a pilgrim follower.

Thanks, friends, and enjoy the journey "home", walking with the King!

Strength

My friend Kelley Campbell (pictured) from Dwelling in His Presence e-mailed me the following verses on Strength. I thought they needed wider distribution so here they are. THANKS, KELLEY!


Exodus 15:13
"In your unfailing love you will lead the people you have redeemed. In your strength you will guide them to your holy dwelling.

Psalm 29:11
The LORD gives strength to his people; the LORD blesses his people with peace.

Psalm 46:1
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.

Psalm 68:35
You are awesome, O God, in your sanctuary; the God of Israel gives power and strength to his people. Praise be to God!

Psalm 73:26
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever

Psalm 89:21
My hand will sustain him; surely my arm will strengthen him.

Isaiah 40:29
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

Isaiah 40:31
but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 41:10
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Isaiah 58:11
The LORD will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.

Zechariah 10:12
I will strengthen them in the LORD and in his name they will walk," declares the LORD.

Philippians 4:13
I can do everything through him who gives me strength.

2 Thessalonians 3:3
But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen and protect you from the evil one.

Ephesians 3:16
I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being.