The Christian's A B C's

A friend passed this along to me today and I thought it was worth sharing!


Learn Your ABC's

A lthough things are not perfect,
B ecause of trial or pain
C ontinue in thanksgiving,
D o not begin to blame,
E ven when the times are hard,
F ierce winds are bound to blow,
G od is forever able,
H old on to what you know.
I magine life without His love,
J oy would cease to be.
K eep thanking Him for all the things
L ove imparts to thee.
M ove out of "Camp Complaining"
N o weapon that is known
O n earth can yield the power
P raise can do alone.
Q uit looking at the future.
R edeem the time at hand.
S tart every day with worship,
T o "thank" is a command.
U ntil we see Him coming
V ictorious in the sky.
W e'll run the race with gratitude
X alting God most high.
Y es, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but
Z ion waits in glory....where none are ever sad!

Riding With the Giants

The other day I was riding home with several books on the front seat. One of them was a book I had bought some time ago by Warren Wiersbe entitled "The Bumps Are What You Climb On". I took advantage of each red light to glance at a few lines. Fortunately I didn't have any angry drivers honking at me when the lights turned green and I was still "reading". As I got nearer home I thought of another book by Wiersbe entitled "Walking With the Giants".


This excellent book recounts the lives of some of the Heroes of the Faith. Pulling into the driveway I realized that I love to "Ride With the Giants". It was good to have Warren Wiersbe riding with me. Books are not just paper and ink bound nicely. They are personalities. That's why I enjoy reading so much. I can get to know that authors. Today A. W. Tozer rode with me. His classic, "The Pursuit of God" was my reading choice as our boys played in the Playplace at McDonalds. Which "giants" are you reading today? Do you take a book with you to read while you're waiting in line? Why not Ride With the Giants?

Scarce . . .

Recently I paid my respects to a friend by attending her father’s funeral. I arrived early and sat quietly for about half an hour listening to the organist play a selection of appropriate hymns for the occasion. Being a hymn-lover, I was singing along to myself, enjoying the words of each song. The selection included hymns like Leaning on the Everlasting Arms, Abide With Me, Amazing Grace, Morning Has Broken and other favorites. When she played How Great Thou Art, I was overcome by one word in one of the verses. The word “scarce” jumped out at me as I was going over the lyrics in my mind.

And when I think, that God His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in.
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.

It’s so true! I scarce can take it in! Why would God give up His only Son for a sinner like me? Why did He set out to redeem fallen creatures like us? Why does He pursue us and desire our worship and company? It boggles my mind that He, the eternal, sovereign God of the universe, would “deign to walk with me”. Yes, I scarce can take it in!

Oh the love that drew salvation’s plan
Oh the grace that brought it down to man;
Oh the mighty gulf that God did span
At Calvary!

May we never take for granted the price of our redemption. May it always cause us to marvel!

“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God!” – 1 John 3:1 (NIV)

Thoreau's Cabin at Walden Pond

Stones of Remembrance to mark the site of Thoreau's cabin at Walden.

Rocks and Memories

A friend of mine from our church, Katie Bauman, penned the following reflection and I wanted to share it with you. Thought provoking material! Enjoy!

I was feeling a little annoyed. It was difficult enough packing the back of a mini van with camping gear and luggage for six people, but now I was graciously trying to accommodate two large, dirty rocks. My sister had explained that being on a tight budget, these rocks were her way of gathering inexpensive souvenirs. Inwardly, I had to admit that this was indeed a creative way to collect memories. I knew that edging her home garden were stones from various places in Canada. There were stones from British Columbia (yes, she stored them in her handbag on the flight home!) that reminded her of university years, a close friend left behind, and a period of significant spiritual growth in her life. Another rock came from an old corundum mine in Ontario, near to where our extended family had spent numerous Thanksgivings at an isolated cabin in the woods. Wonderful memories of family togetherness ... even more meaningful now that our Dad is in heaven and no longer present at our gatherings. My sister didn’t take time to explain the other stones but now she had rocks from Nova Scotia and P.E.I. stored in my van - reminders of a fun vacation shared with my four daughters and myself. These rocks would soon join her garden, too.

I wonder if my sister got this inexpensive souvenir idea from the Rock Of All Ages, for God himself was keen on using rocks as a means of keeping memories alive. When He miraculously parted the waters of the Jordan River so that the Israelites could walk across to the Promised Land, He gave these instructions to Joshua, their leader: Choose twelve men from among the people, one from each tribe, and tell them to take up twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan from right where the priests stood and to carry them over with you and put them down where you stay tonight ... these stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever. (Joshua 4: 2,3,7b)

I envision these twelve men digging their fingers into the firm, miraculously dry ground trying to get a grip around a large stone embedded in the river bottom. I’m sure there were even a few flopping fish to contend with! Then these stones were hoisted to their shoulders, as Joshua instructed, and carried to wherever they would be camping that evening. I am sure that by the time they lowered each stone to the ground, their shoulders ached from bearing the weight they had carried.

Have you noticed that each "stone of remembrance" in your life bears weight? That with every memory created, there are choices proceeding it, and each choice carries a weight of responsibility? Joshua said to the twelve Israelite men, "In the future, when your children ask you, "What do these stones mean? tell them..." The Children of Israel made the choice to obey God’s explicit instructions when crossing the Jordan, and now they could share happy memories of their entrance to the Promised Land.

What about your life and the choices you have made? Will you look back with happy memories about your marriage because you shouldered obedience to God by respecting your husband (Eph. 5:33) or loving your wife (Eph. 5:25), and being faithful until "death do us part"? When you someday stand at the grave site of a parent will you treasure the memories of a close relationship because you carried the weight of obedience by "honouring your parents"? (Eph. 6:1) Will you have fond memories of friendships earned because you bore the fruit of the Spirit in your life as God instructs you to do?

Unfortunately, Achan discovered that God also used stones as memorials of disobedience. The Israelites were revelling in the victory of Jericho when they were stopped short in their tracks with the discovery that God was angry with them. Achan, one of the soldiers, had sinned against the Lord by stealing plunder from the ruins of Jericho. This had been forbidden! Achan and all his family and livestock were destroyed and "over Achan they heaped up a large pile of rocks, which remains to this day... therefore that place has been called the Valley of Anchor ever since." (Anchor means disaster) (Joshua 7:26) In the future, every time the Israelites walked by that pile of stones they would say to their children and grandchildren, "Beware! Always obey the Lord!"

Some of your memories may hold regrets, and disobedience may even have brought disastrous results to your life. Let Jesus Christ prove Himself as your Rock of Salvation. He knows all about the stones in your life. He will bless you for the stones that have been shouldered with obedience, and he will forgive you for the stones that have been carelessly thrown down in times of rebellion. Someday you will share joyful memories with your children, grandchildren, spouse or friends, as a testimony of godly choices in your life. And sometimes you will recall unpleasant memories as lessons of warning to those you love. "Be obedient to God," you will say. "He knows us better than we know ourselves and has our best interests in mind. I know. I learned the hard way."

Just as my sister has memory stones edging her garden, it is never too late to set rocks of memories around the perimeter of your life - ones that leave you with no regrets.

Katie Bauman/January 27, 2005

Encouraging Words

One of my favorite Old Testament verses is Zephaniah 3:7 where we read the following:

"The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing." (NIV)

Although these promises were written to the nation of Judah during the reign of King Josiah, the principles apply to believers today and we can take solace in the fact that our Father feels the same way about us.

Revel in these facts:

He is with us.
He is mighty to save.
He takes great delight in us. (can you imagine that?)
He quiets us with His love.
He rejoices over us with singing. (I struggle to get a handle on that. God actually sings with joy because of me? Wow!)

What a mighty God we serve! O that we might know Him better and rest in His loving embrace!

I Heard D. L. Moody Preach

Tonight as I was reading Ira Sankey's book (see previous posting), I wished I could hear him sing. I always wondered what it would be like to hear D. L. Moody preach. Well, thanks to modern technology, I was able to realize that desire. Check out the following web site and you can experience these Christian "giants" from the past. "They, being dead, yet speaketh."

http://www.sermonaudio.com/sermoninfo.asp?SID=513041886

The Power of a Song

Ira David Sankey

Reknowned soloist and song-leader Ira Sankey worked with the great evangelist D.L. Moody in his evangelistic crusades. He knew the power of a gospel song. He wrote in his book, Sankey's Story of the Gospel Hymns, "I have known a hymn to do God's work in a soul when every other instrumentality has failed. I could not enumerate the times God has rescued and saved my soul from darkness, discouragement and weariness by the singing of a hymn, generally by bringing one to my own heart and causing me to sing it to myself." I echo Sankey's sentiments. God has ministered to my spirit countless times in powerful ways through an old hymn. Just tonight I sat at the piano and played several hymns. God brought a measure of peace to my troubled soul through the tunes and lyrics of these classic pieces of music.

I have found over these 60 years that one of the best devotional tools, for me, is a well-worn hymn book. Be blessed today as you recall the words to your favorite hymn or gospel song!

Preparation for Battle

Recently I spoke to a church group from 2 Chronicles 20 where we read the account of King Jehoshaphat preparing for battle. Three nations were ganging up on Judah and their king was concerned to say the least. In verse 3 we’re told, “Alarmed, Jehoshaphat resolved to inquire of the Lord.” When we face uncertain situations and circumstances shouldn’t we follow the same path...determine to ask God what He would have us do? Later in the chapter, as Jehoshaphat is praying, he makes this confession: “We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you.” In other words, he was saying, “I don’t have a clue but my eyes are on you.” That’s how I often feel! Fortunately we have a sovereign God who knows the end from the beginning and He is faithful and true.

As we face the daily battles that challenge us, the instructions given to the nation of Judah are as applicable today as they were back then. Here’s the list of preparations followed by the promise of God:

- Do not be afraid or discouraged
- The battle is not yours, but God’s
- You will not have to fight this battle
- Take up your positions
- Stand firm
- See the deliverance the Lord will give to you
- Do not be afraid, do not be discouraged (repeated)
- Go out to face them tomorrow
- The Lord will be with you!

I’m grateful that the battle is God’s and we don’t have to fight for ourselves. May you sense His peace as you face uncertain situations today!

Henry Blackaby

Recently I had the distinct privilege of sitting under the ministry of Henry Blackaby, the author of “Experiencing God” and many other excellent books. Rev. Blackaby has regular conference calls with Christian CEO’s, many of whom head up some of the Fortune 500 companies. Four and one half million employees are in the employ of these CEO’s and are directly affected by this CEO Forum.


Henry Blackaby

The following are some of Blackaby’s quotes from his message:

“When God does something, it’s God-sized, not man-sized. If you can handle it, it’s not God.”

The teams we’re working with don’t need our best efforts or our best thinking. They need God’s best efforts and His best thinking.”

“Don’t set your course on anything but a clear word from God.”

“We need a kingdom vision, not tunnel vision.”

“Faith has no what if’s?”

“The only time God chooses not to do something is in the presence of unbelief.”

“We can have any kind of President that we’re willing to pray for him to become.”

“God will not bless that which He does not initiate.”

I was deeply challenged by his message. Now what will I do about it?

Traveling Companions

You can tell a lot about someone by the books they read. Recently I spent several days at the Baseball Chapel staff meetings in Orlando, Florida. As always, I took several books with me to read on the plane, in the airport or when I had a few free moments at the conference.

My mini-library consisted of these titles:

Friends for the Journey by Madeleine L’Engle and Lucy Shaw
The Sacred Journey by Frederick Buechner
Coping (a look at the struggles experienced by C. S. Lewis, Charles Spurgeon, Amy Carmichael and J. Hudson Taylor) by Elizabeth Skoglund
Unmasking Male Depression by Archibald Hart
Extravagant Mercy by M. Craig Barnes
Epic by John Eldredge

While I was there I was given these books:
Spiritual Leadership by Henry Blackaby &
Breakfast with Greg Laurie by Greg Laurie

Great traveling companions! What are you reading these days?

Come Ye Apart

The following hymn was found in Sankey’s “Sacred Songs & Solos”,
a book of 1,200 hymns which I peruse every morning as part of my
devotional time. The composer of this particular hymn was not listed.
O how much I need to heed the lyrics of this moving piece of music!
May we all learn the secret of Coming Apart.


Come Ye Apart and Rest Awhile

Come ye yourselves apart and rest awhile,
Weary, I know it, of the press and throng;
Wipe from your brow the sweat and dust of toil,
And in My quiet strength again be strong.

Come ye aside from all the world holds dear,
For converse which the world has never known;
Alone with Me and with My Father here,
With Me and with My Father not alone.

Come tell me all that ye have said and done,
Your victories and failures, hopes and fears;
I know how hardly souls are wooed and won,
My choicest wreathes are always wet with tears.

Come ye and rest, the journey is too great,
And ye will faint beside the way and sink;
The bread of life is here for you to eat,
And here for you the wine of love to drink.

Then, fresh from converse with your Lord, return,
And work till daylight softens into even;
The brief hours are not lost in which ye learn
More of your Master and His rest in heaven.

"Eternal God, teach us to leave the cares of life aside,
and in your loving arms, rest and abide. AMEN!"

Kids & Chickens

This has been one of those days when I've wanted to get out our old plaque that reads . . .

"RAISING KIDS IS LIKE BEING

PECKED TO DEATH BY A CHICKEN"

Do you ever feel that way? Bet you don't but I have my days!

Leaving a Mark

Today, while driving home from church, I noticed a sky filled with vapor trails from high-flying jets. The bright, clear sky made these very noticeable. These contrails, as they are called, appear for awhile and then slowly fade and become invisible. Just like the mark some people's lives leave on this earth. How about you? What about me? Am I making a mark that will outlive me? Am I leaving a legacy for those who come behind? Or will my life leave behind nothing but a quickly fading cloud of smoke? As the old adage says, "Only one life 'twill soon be past. Only what's done for Christ will last." Let's make a difference for God and for eternity!


Leaving a Mark

Quotes from M'Cheyne

Robert Murray M‘Cheyne (1813-1843), the godly and devoted minister of St Peter’s Church, Dundee, Scotland was called "home" at age 29. Andrew Bonar wrote an excellent biography of this Scottish preacher that has enabled M'Cheyne's work to live on. Here are some powerful quotes from M'Cheyne's ministry:

"A man is what he is on his knees before God, and nothing more."

"For every look at self, take ten looks at Christ."

"Live near to God, and all things will appear little to you in comparison with eternal realities."

"Lord make me as holy as a pardoned sinner can be."

Looking for Peace?

This article was written by my good friend, E. Natalie Johnson. This and other excellent entries appear on her site. Check it out at: http://www.cedarchest.blogspot.com

Where Is Peace?
2005. E. Natalie Johnson

P eace is found when I place
E very worry
A nd fear into
C hrist's
E verlasting arms and let Him carry them instead.


Blue Light At Dusk. January 2005. photo by E. Natalie Johnson.

I don't fully understand why presenting concerns to God in this way brings peace. I just know that when I give my burdens to Him, I experience His peace which transcends all human understanding.

"It's wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.", says Peterson in The Message (Philippians 4).

When I was going through the tumultuous teen years, I referred again and again to a little quote written inside the cover of my bible..."When Christ is at the center of my life, the circumference will take care of itself". Jesus put it another way..."seek first His Kingdom and His Righteousness, and all the things we need to live will be added to our life as well." (Matthew 6)

Like the Psalmist we can know that even when we're surrounded by trouble, God is walking through it with us. Reach out and take hold of the Heavenly Father's outstretched hand and be filled with His peace.

Like Joshua of old, we can be strong and courageous knowing that the same Almighty God will be with us, will not fail us, and will not forsake us.

Where is peace? Peace is in the very character of God revealed to us by His Spirit. It is produced in our life when we abide in Christ. It is tapping into His strength. I am like a branch connected to a life-giving vine ~ a branch dripping with fruit. The fruit of peace. Apart from abiding in Christ, disconnected from the True Vine, there is no peace. No matter how I try to 'grow it' on my own.

Hannah Whitall Smith once wrote, "It is not a question of acquaintance with ourselves, or of knowing what we are, or what we do, or what we feel; it is simply and only a question of becoming acquainted with God, and getting to know what He is, and what He does, and what He feels. Comfort and peace can never come from anything we know about ourselves, but only and always from what we know about Him."(Hannah Whitall Smith, The God of All Comfort.)

God is the source of real peace. There's no where else to look.

He Whispers "Peace"

I needed to hear these words this morning! In the midst of your fearful situation, hear the voice of your Father whispering, "Do NOT fear, for I am your God."


Do NOT Fear, I Am Your God

Driveway Full of Trucks...Sky Full of Stars

This afternoon, after a full day of learning (a Non-Violent Crisis Intervention course), I returned home to a driveway filled with three furnace repair trucks and the fire chief's emergency vehicle. My immediate reaction was, 'now what?'. One of the repairmen greeted me with the news that our furnace (which we have been having trouble with lately) was, in fact, shot. Finished! Done! And it's only nine years old!

Going to the basement of our home I found two other repairmen, the fire chief and his deputy discussing the situation. My mind flashed back to the fire we had 10 years ago just after moving to our home. Certainly not fond memories! So, we're without a furnace for a few days until we decide what route to take. And it's cold here in our part of the world! Oil again, propane or natural gas? I hate making decisions! Will I make the right one? Just another frustration on top of the other things we're already dealing with.


The Signature of Our Mighty Creator

As I left the house tonight to pick up an electric heater in town, I looked heavenward to a dark sky strewn with glittering stars. My immediate reaction was, 'God is still on His throne, the stars that He hung in space are out tonight, and everything is alright in God's heaven!'. He knows all about our furnace (and everything else) and He will provide strength during this trial. God speaks loud and clear in the midst of our struggles.

I'm back home now with a fire blazing in the wood stove, extra blankets on the kids' beds and the ominous thought that tomorrow I have an important decision to make.

How do people without a relationship with a loving, caring God ever get through these uncertain times? I just don't know! But I do know that the God who created me, loves me and will somehow meet every need. He has never failed and this will NOT be the first time! He never will!

The heavens are filled with declarations of the Father's love tonight and I can trust Him with every need and every decision.

How about you?

Melting...

"I actually watched you melt when you came to our house. I almost heard your heart slow down to a gentle beat."


Melting

Recently I read these words, penned in response to someone's visit to a friend's home. It got me thinking. Other people can either cause our icy, hurting hearts to become even more frigid or the warmth of their love and acceptance can begin to melt our cold, cold hearts. The words from an old Hank Williams song came to mind. "Why can’t I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold cold heart."

What effect do your words and actions have on others? Can your words, fitly spoken, begin to melt an icy heart? Or, does your deportment actually cause others to freeze up more? Let's determine, by the enabling of God's Holy Spirit, to be people who warm the hearts of others and actually cause their racing hearts to slow down!

"Father, may my life bring warmth, love, acceptance and forgiveness to those I rub shoulders with on my journey 'home'. I pray this in Jesus' strong name! AMEN"

What Kind of Shadow Are You Casting?

Never Ending Quest, poem by E. Natalie Johnson


Cast a Tall Shadow

My shadow wears my winter things
My hat, my mittens with their strings
And just like mine her face is cast
Against the snow but never lasts
She's on a never ending quest
As sun is sinking in the west
To be a bigger taller me
If even for a time so brief.

Cast A Tall Shadow
2005 photo by E. Natalie Johnson

Check out E. Natalie Johnson's web site @ www.cedarchest.blogspot.com

What kind of a shadow are you casting across your world? How well are you reflecting Jesus?

His Hands and Feet Extended

A friend shared this with me recently!

"Christ has no body on earth but yours, no hands but yours, no feet but yours. Yours are the eyes through which Christ's compassion for the world is to look out; yours are the feet with which He is to go about doing good; and yours are the hands with which He is to bless (others) now."

- Teresa of Avila

"Make me a blessing
Make me a blessing,
Out of my life
May Jesus shine."

Father, may we touch lives today for your glory through Jesus Christ our Lord. AMEN!

Obituary

(I received this note from a friend and felt it was worth passing on)


Here Lies Common Sense...Rest In Peace

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Mr. Common Sense. Sense had been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such value lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm and that life isn't always fair.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not kids, are in charge).

His health began to rapidly deteriorate when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Mr. Sense declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student; but, could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Finally, Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense finally gave up the ghost after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, she spilled a bit in her lap, and was awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two stepbrothers; My Rights and Ima Whiner.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Note: We laugh (or cry) as we read this because it is so true. Father, help us today to trust you and to be Christ-followers in this world that has lost its moorings. In the strong name of Jesus we pray, AMEN!

Please Take Time for Another Rhyme

Here's another great poem from a friend of mine in Montreal, Patty Sarazen. She is praying for Nathan as he has his surgery today:

Hey Nate
Your dad is great
So you must be too!
If you're alot like him
Then I know you can grin
And bear the pain in your tooth.

I don't know you mom
But I'm sure she's fun
And at least she can be by your side
To hold your hand
It's part of God's plan!
So you don't have to be terrified.

I'll be praying for you
Tomorrow at Noon
As the doctors are checking out your teeth
Breathe from your nose
As you wiggle your toes
God loves you, it's His Hand you'll feel!

Love and prayers,
Patty

Thanks so much, Patty!

- (Aloof) David

Note: When Patty first met me, she thought I was very "aloof". Maybe I am but I was able to convince her for awhile that I wasn't. We both served together with Hockey Ministries International.


Keep Brushing!

A Poem Just for Nathan

Today our son Nathan (8) is having some oral surgery done in the hospital. He received e-mails from friends all over the world assuring him of their prayers. Here's a poem from a pastor/writer/friend from the Chicago area:

I'm your father's friend, young Nathan,
and I heard you need some prayer,
so I'm writing you a poem
as a way to say I care.

I am also asking Jesus
to make sure that all goes well.
He is called the Great Physician
and as best as I can tell

He's especially fond of children.
He makes sure He finds a way
to be near them when they need them.
So that's just how I will pray.

I will ask the Lord to help you
as the doctor works real fast
to fix what in you needs fixing
in a way that it will last.

I will pray you won't be worried
when the doctor says let's start.
Just relax and think of Jesus
who is living in your heart.

Though I haven't ever met you,
we're related, you and me.
You and I have the same Father.
Pretty neat. Don't you agree?

by Greg Asimakoupoulos
Chicago, Illinois USA

(Now isn't that a tear-jerker!) Thanks, Greg, for taking the time and making the effort. It's much appreciated! - David (and Nathan)


Jesus Loves Me

Try Again

There have been no "takers" so far. Nobody has even hazarded a guess as to who this man is/was.

Here's another clue:
He penned the words to one of my favorite hymns:

There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

Any guesses? E-mail me at: dwfisher@nexicom.net

Here's the earlier posting:

Another quiz! Who is this man (yes, he's a man)? Why is he wearing such a strange hat? E-mail your guesses to me at: dwfisher@nexicom.net


Nice Hat ???

O. K. I'll give you one clue! He lived in England! More later if you can't get the answer.

Bowed Down ???

He is Holding You!!!

Quiet . . . Experiencing the Stillness

Coffee Break or Quiet Break?

Recently I visited a childhood friend who has gone through several stressful, life-shattering changes in the past year. He retired from the pastorate and experienced the sudden death of his young, married daughter. He invited me to join him at their home for coffee and conversation. As we chatted, a CD was softly playing in the background and a mini-waterfall (Home Depot version) was subtly filling the room with the sounds of a “babbling brook”.

The setting was very soothing, very pastoral, and we found ourselves reflecting on the struggles of life and the goodness of God. I was able to relax, breath deeply and enjoy the fellowship of another pilgrim making his way “home”. We asked hard questions. We felt “at home” enough to answer them too.

We, in our advancing years, are both becoming much more reflective and contemplative. And we’re enjoying that change!

How about you? Do you take the opportunity to slow down enough to reflect on where you’ve been, where you’re at and where you’re going? Do it!

“Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)

Feeling the Heat

Again, I refer to my fellow pilgrim, Chuck Congram, who has been leading his congregation on a journey through the Sermon on the Mount. Today Chuck writes of a childhood experience and the need for accountability.


Out of Control?

He writes:

"All this cold weather has stirred memories for me especially around the home where I grew up. We had two sources of heat, a small "annex" in the kitchen in which we burned wood, and in the middle of the house in the dining room, was an oil burning stove which we refueled at least twice a day. Any heat that managed to migrate upstairs did so through the hole in the hallway floor directly above that heater. As a child, there was always a certain measure of fear around that stove. All of this came to a head one of the first evenings my parents left me on my own. I forget exactly what I was doing, but I do know that oil heater was making noises because, as far as I could discern, it was burning out of control. My first line of defense was to throw the manual switch to the 'off' position. However, it seemed to make little difference and I was faced with plan B. My father's business partner was the chief of the fire department and lived just a half block away. I made the call hoping that he would walk the four houses to our place to offer his assistance, but the next thing I heard was the sound of sirens. In a small town when the fire alarm sounds, just about everybody tunes in. Within minutes, all of the equipment was stacked up outside of our home and shortly after, my parents arrived. Needless to say it would be a long time before I was ever left on my own again-certainly not in the winter season.

That story speaks to the foremost reason why I believe I need accountability partners in my spiritual journey. I am just not discerning enough to be able to identify those times when my spiritual, emotional or relational life is in need of having the heat turned either up or down. I know I benefit most when there is someone alongside of me who can perceptively identify when I am at risk or perhaps have grown cold."

How about you? Could you be left alone? None of us can stand alone! Accountability is desperately important these days! The fires of temptation blaze! Who do you have in your life who will ask you the "hard questions"? Let's not journey alone! We may grow cold or we might burn.

The Ministry of Letters

The following poem has been pinned to the wall in my office for many years, a reminder of the call of God on my life to write letters of encouragement. I, too, have felt like quitting. Packing it in! Over the past 30 years I've wondered if these notes, cards and letters were really making any difference. But, the Lord continues to re-affirm His calling and I keep writing. Sometimes unwillingly. But I write. For, when I write, I feel His pleasure. - David W. Fisher

Lord, I sometimes think
I can’t strike another typewriter key,
I can’t write another paragraph or word,
I can’t even put down a period
at the end of a sentence.
I look at the fat bundle
of unanswered letters
and it all seems so futile.
so time-consuming, so unending
I can’t think or concentrate.
What I write seems empty, lifeless.
I struggle to keep my thoughts coherent.
Yet, I know I must keep on.
I have committed myself
to a ministry of writing –
Writing letters!


The Pen is Mightier
Than the Sword

And often, God, when I begin to question
my personal commitment
You send me a ray of hope…
a personal rainbow.
Someone stops to say,
“Ten years ago, when I need it most,
you sent me a letter of encouragement.
I’ve read it a hundred times.
It’s worn and tear-stained
but I’ll treasure it forever.”
Lord, I don’t even remember writing.
It’s been so long. But it doesn’t matter.
I see again the value of ministry
and so I’ll continue.
But first, Lord,
I must put a period after the sentence
I so wearily wrote just an hour ago.

- Ruth Harms Calkin


In His love, David

Note: Epistle Sports Ministries, a letter-writing ministry of encouragement to athletes, was founded in 1975 and continues to reach out with "an encouraging word".

He Is No Fool

"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose." (an entry in Jim Elliot's journal)

Jim Elliot, a modern martyr, gained international recognition when he died with four others at the hands of Auca Indians. His story and memoirs have become a source of missionary inspiration through the writing and speaking of his wife, Elisabeth.


Journals of Jim Elliot, one of my favorite books!

Here are the lyrics from a song by Scott Wesley Brown, a musicianary (musician missionary), who wrote this after reading "Shadow of the Almighty" (Elisabeth Elliot) and "Lords of the Earth" (Don Richardson).

I've lost track of all the Sundays
The offering plates gone by
And as I gave my hard earned dollars
I felt free to keep my life
I talk about commitment
And the need to count the cost
But the words of a martyr show me
I don't really know His cross

Chorus:
For he is no fool
Who gives what he cannot keep
To gain what he cannot lose
Yes, he is no fool
Who lays his own life down
I must make this the path I choose

Obedience and servanthood
Are traits I've rarely shown
And the fellowship of His sufferings
Is a joy I've barely known
There are riches in surrendering
That can't be gained for free
God will share all heaven's wonders
But the price He asks is me.

"God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee. Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, LORD Jesus." (Jim Elliot)

Note: The life of Jim Elliot has been such an inspiration to me over the years. His widow, Elisabeth, is my favorite author. Our son Nathan's middle name is "Elliot" in memory of Jim Elliot!

Broken

There's rich beauty in a broken fence. The Father looks for brokenness in His people. "The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, you will not despise." - Psalm 51:17

The First Snow

Isaiah's "Message" for Today...

My dear friend, Chuck Congram, has been taking his congregation through the Sermon on the Mount this month. He has been communicating with his "larger" flock by e-mail with a daily, thought-provoking message of challenge, blessing and encouragement.

Here's what Chuck wrote today (Sunday, January 23rd, 2005):

Early in my ministry life I remember the advice of an old preacher who said "When you preach, speak to the broken heart in every pew because there is a broken heart in every pew." And for some of you it may be difficult to rejoice these days, so I wanted with you particularly in mind, to take you to a place in God's word where I would encourage you to set down your broken and weary heart:
"But now, God's message, the God who made you in the first place, Jacob, the One who got you started, Israel: " Don't be afraid, I've redeemed you. I've called your name. You're mine. When you're in over your head, I'll be there with you. When you're in rough waters, you will not go down.
"...they will not sweep over you."

When you're between a rock and a hard place, it won't be a dead end-Because I am God, your personal God, the Holy of Israel, your Savior. I paid a huge price for you: ... That's how much you mean to me! That's how much I love you! I'd sell off the whole world to get you back, trade the creation just for you. So don't be afraid: I'm with you." Isaiah 43:1-5a (The Message)

Do me a favor. Walk, once again, very slowly through those words. Here's what I want you to be attentive to: What is the one thing that speaks most clearly to you from those words? Think about it carefully and then write that down because I don't want you to lose that insight.

I'm not exactly sure that I did the math right, but it seems to me the words "you", "your" or "you're" appeared 18 times in that short passage. Even more significant was the way Isaiah spoke about the place where we find ourselves from time to time -in over our head, in rough waters or between a rock and a hard place. I know you're going to say that it is easy for me to find strength and joy in verses like that considering the good place I find myself in today. But the reason I find myself drawn there centers on my desire to let that truth wash over me now so that when my circumstances change I can come back here and lay myself and my situation into the hands of the One who made me in the first place, who got me started, who redeemed me, and who called me by name, who promises to be right there with me, who tells me I will not go down, who protects me from dead ends, who paid a huge price for me, who tells me how much I mean to Him and how much He loves me and who ultimately reassures me of how far He will go to make sure I am His.

Thanks, Chuck, for those encouraging words! As we continue our journey "home" today may we be buoyed and steadied by Isaiah's words which still speak so powerfully thousands of years after he penned them.

Take His hand and let Him lead the way!

English . . . Four all who Reed and Right

My friend Darryl Parsons gave my other friend, Diana Johnson, the following piece. The first thing that came to mind after reading it, was "God Bless all those teaching English as a second language!" Enjoy!

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;
but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of moose should never be meese.

You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;
yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?


God Bless all ESL Teachers!!!

If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.

Let's face it! - English is a crazy language.

There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England.
We take English for granted.

But if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly,
boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?

If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship?
Have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down,
in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on.
If Dad is Pop, how come Mom isn't Mop?

AUTHOR UNKNOWN or is it KNOTKNOWN

God Knows What He's Doing!

God Has Big Plans for YOU!

Can You Guess His Identity?

Another quiz! Who is this man (yes, he's a man)? Why is he wearing such a strange hat? E-mail your guesses to me at: dwfisher@nexicom.net


Nice Hat ???

O. K. I'll give you one clue! He lived in England! More later if you can't get the answer.

Books...Priceless Treasures

Old titles...A well-stocked shelf

Some of my best friends are books! Yes, I'm a bibliophile! How about you? Let me know how you feel about books, these priceless treasures. I'm working on an article about the love affair that many enjoy with books. I'd like to include your thoughts and some of your favorite titles. E-mail me at dwfisher@nexicom.net and watch for the upcoming story on this site. Happy collecting!


Precious Heirlooms

Your Personal Mission Statement

Do you have a personal mission statement? What is your reason for living? Can you articulate your purpose for being here? We should be able to give others a reason for the hope we have within us.


What is your personal Mission Statement?

Check out www.dailyencouragement.net to find out how you can effectively share your personal mission statement.

Half Forgiven or Full Pardon?

Lately I’ve been marveling at the extent of God’s forgiveness. When did you last tell someone that they were partially forgiven? You forgave them for 1/3 of what they did but they will have to indefinitely carry the guilt and shame of the other 2/3? If we don’t treat others this way, how much more forgiving must our Father be!

I’ve been considering a particular phrase that the prophet Isaiah penned so long ago. He urged the wicked sinner to forsake his waywardness and turn to the Lord. The wording used in the King James Version is “abundantly pardon”. That’s God’s response to our confession and repentance! There’s no stinted measure of forgiveness there! It’s full and complete pardon!

Horatio G. Spafford, after losing his daughters at sea, wrote the lyrics to one of the most beloved hymns of all time, It Is Well With My Soul. Revel with me as you read (and sing along perhaps) the third stanza:

“My sin – O, the bliss of this glorious tho’t-
My sin – not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!”

Half-forgiven? NO! They’ve been cast into the sea of God’s forgetfulness, never to be remembered against us again . . . no more. (Note the double negative).

Rejoice in the Father’s undeserved and unreserved pardon today!

“Let the wicked forsake His way, and the unrighteous man his thoughts, and let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him; and to our God; for He will abundantly pardon.” – Isaiah 55:7 (KJV)

My Father's Hands

His Hands

Here's a "scribbling" I penned over a year ago:

Recently I had the joy of spending a morning in Syd Birrell's home. God has given me the wonderful gift of getting an inside glimpse of the changes that occur when a man loses a son to cancer. While we were in the “music room”, I played a song on the piano for Syd that the Lord had given me back in the mid 80’s during a difficult time in my life. Syd wrote out the music and lyrics for me and yesterday the choir at Murray Street Baptist Church, where Syd is organist and choir director, sang it as a Benediction. For years my composition had no title but I’ve named it “My Father’s Hands”. Let me share the lyrics, taken from the 139th Psalm, with you:

“Before me, behind me, Thy hand shall be upon me,
Thy right hand shall lead me and guide me always.
How precious, thy thoughts, Lord, to me Thy new creation,
Now search me and know me and lead me to God.”

May God’s strong hand guide you as you journey towards “home”.

Note: Although this chorus was written many years ago, it continues to bless and encourage me when I sit down at the piano and begin to play. I trust the words have been meaningful to you!

One Sentence Sermons

- Be Fishers of Men.... You catch 'em, He'll clean 'em
- A family altar can alter a family
- A lot of kneeling will keep you in good standing
- Don't put a question mark where God put a period
- Don't wait for six strong men to take you to church
- Exercise daily. Walk with the Lord!
- Forbidden fruits create many jams
- Give God what's right, not what's left!
- Give Satan an inch and he'll be a ruler
- God doesn't call the qualified; He qualifies the called
- God grades on the cross, not the curve
- God loves everyone, but probably prefers "fruits of the spirit" over "religious nuts."
- God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage
- Having truth decay? Brush up on your Bible!
- He who angers you, controls you!
- He who is good at making excuses is seldom good for anything else
- He who kneels before God can stand before anyone!
- Kindness is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back
- Most people want to serve God, but only in an advisory capacity
- Never give the devil a ride! He will always want to drive!
- Nothing ruins the truth like stretching it
- Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the ark
- "Pray" is a four letter word that you can say anywhere
- Prayer - Don't give God instructions - just report for duty!
- This Church is "Prayer Conditioned!"
- To be almost saved is to be totally lost
- WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning!
- Watch your step carefully! Everyone else does!
- We don't change the message; the message changes us
- We set the sail; God makes the wind
- Wisdom has two parts:
1) Having a lot to say
2) Not saying it

Are You Thirsty? Bring a Bucket!

What are you bringing? A cup or a bucket?

A Cup or a Bucket?

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

Do we come boldly before the Father, as He has invited us to, or do we approach Him with fear and trepidation, hesitant to ask any small thing?

John Newton, former slave trader and composer of the beloved hymn, Amazing Grace, penned the following words.

"Thou art coming to a King
Large petitions with thee bring,
For His grace and power are such
None can ever ask too much."

Nancy Spiegelberg wrote the following poem which we have displayed in our home:

"Lord, I crawled across the barrenness to You
with my empty cup,uncertain in asking
any small drop of refreshment.
If only I had known You better,
I'd have come running with a bucket."

© 1974 Nancy Spiegelberg


Come Expectantly

Check out Nancy Spiegelberg’s excellent web site at:

http://www.godthoughts.com/index.html

Let's trust God for "big things". If we don't, then it can be said, as J. B. Phillips entited his book, "Your God Is Too Small". He is NOT too small! He is mighty and worthy to be trusted!

Proud Uncle

Little Fish with the Golden Arch Socks

My nephew, Mike Fisher, continues to play well for Zug in the Swiss League. Of course I'm proud of Little Fish, as I affectionately call him, and I follow his progress regularly on the Zug web site (in German). Thanks for keeping Mike in your prayers!


Greg "Bud" Fisher

Mike's younger brother, Greg (or Bud as we call him), continues shine as the Lindsay Muskies' # 1 goaltender. "Minnow" is hoping to get a scholarship at a U. S. college and go on to play in the NHL. We're praying for you, Bud!

Dark Nights of the Soul

Fear
Pain
Panic
Terror
Shaking
Hot Sweats
Desperation
Cold Sweats
Apprehension
Introspection
Uncertainty
Trembling
Heartache
Insomnia
Anxiety
Horror
Dread
Guilt

The Alternative . . .


“I will both lay me down in peace, and sleep: for thou, O Lord, only makest me dwell in safety.” – Psalm 4:8 (KJV)


Perfect Peace


Courtesy of Diana Johnson's Scrapbook - Check out her web site at: www.cedarchest.blogspot.com
Eternal God, give us Your perfect peace as we face uncertain days (and nights). Give us the assurance that we are firmly ensconced and safely sequestered in Your everlasting arms. In the strong name of Jesus, I pray! AMEN!

Prayer Pointers for Pilgrims

My dear friend, Chuck Congram, pastors a growing flock of pilgrims just outside of Windsor, Ontario. He’s taking them on an incredible journey this month through the Sermon on the Mount. Chuck quoted from the poet Stan Walter Foss in a recent e-mail. Chuckle (no pun intended) as you read this:

The proper way for a man to pray, said Deacon Lemuel Keyes;
And the only proper attitude is down upon his knees.

Nay, I should say the way to pray, said Reverend Doctor Wise,
Is standing straight with outstretched arms with shining upturned eyes.

Oh, no, no, no, said Elder Snow, such posture is too proud.
A man should pray with eyes fast-closed and head contritely bowed.

It seems to me his hands should be austerely clasped in front
With both thumbs pointing to the ground, said Reverend Doctor Blunt.

Last year I fell in Hodgkin's well headfirst, said layman Cyrus Brown.
With both my heels a stickin' up, and my head a-pointin' down;
And I made a prayer right then and there; best prayer I ever said:
The prayin'est prayer I ever prayed, a-standin' on my head.

On a personal note, Chuck adds, In the intervening years of my spiritual journey, I wish I had heard the words of the Benedictine author Dom Chapman say:

"Pray as you can - not as you cannot."

And so, my pilgrim partners, JUST PRAY!

This Pilgrim Pathway

For centuries hymnwriters have referred to the Christian life in terms of pilgrimage. During the night several hymns/gospel songs came to mind and I found myself singing them over subconsciously. The common expression in each was the word “pilgrim”. Let me share a few of them with you:

When We All Get To Heaven

“While we walk the pilgrim pathway,
Clouds will overspread the sky;
But when traveling days are over
Not a shadow, not a sigh.

Chorus:

When we all get to heaven,
What a day of rejoicing that will be!
When we all see Jesus,
We’ll sing and shout the victory!”

Words by Eliza E. Hewitt

Leaning on the Everlasting Arms

“O how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
O how bright the path grows from day to day
Leaning on the everlasting arms.

Chorus:

Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.”

Words by Elisha A. Hoffman

Surely Goodness and Mercy

“A pilgrim was I and a wand’ring;
In the cold night of sin I did roam,
When Jesus the kind Shepherd found me,
And now I am on my way home.

Chorus:

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days, all the days of my life.
(repeat)
And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever
And I shall feast at the table spread for me.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days, all the days of my life.”

Words by John W. Peterson and Alfred B. Smith
Copyright 1958 by Singspiration Music

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As you continue your pilgrimage “home” dear friend, take heart! The clouds will soon clear. We’re nearer “home” than when we first believed.

The Original Pilgrim?

My friend Mary Jane Pilgrim (yes, that's her "real" name) sent along this shot of the "original" pilgrim. Thanks, MJ!


The "Original" Pilgrim

The Least of These

And the King shall answer and say unto them, "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren ye have done it unto me." - Matthew 25:40


What Would Jesus Do?
Some personal musings on yesterday's leg of the journey "home" . . .

My first entry on this site was entitled Noisy Restaurants where I related an experience with a group of mentally challenged adults at mealtime in a busy eating place. (Click on the November archives and read it again) Little did I know that six months later I would be working, on a relief basis, ministering to these precious individuals.

Yesterday I sat with three residents at the dinner table in the home where I'm working. Some of their behaviours would have been a real turn-off if I hadn't first prayed that I would see these dear people through the eyes of Jesus. As I joined them for lunch I tried to imagine how Jesus would relate to them. As I viewed them through His eyes, my heart was gripped by a sense of His presence in that very room.

O that we would view everyone as our wonderful Savior sees them! We've become so self-centred and concerned about our own pleasure and comfort! What a tragedy! Where is the compassion that Jesus so lovingly exhibited?

Before leaving for work yesterday I somewhat jokingly penned the following note in an e-mail to some prayer partners:

Hi Ho, Hi Ho,
It's off to work I go.
I trust they'll see
God's love through me,
Hi Ho, Hi Ho!

Today, let's determine to see the people around us through God's eyes. We can be His heart and His hands extended . . . as we interact with those for whom Jesus gave His life.

His Splendor is Above the Earth

"Let them praise the name of the Lord, for His name alone is exalted; His splendor is above the earth and the heavens." - Psalm 148:13


Quiet Reflection

Year # 29

Back in 1977 the Toronto Blue Jays took flight and I had my boarding pass on that snowy Inauguration Day on April 7th. The upcoming baseball season will be my 29th year of ministry with Baseball Chapel. This ministry, founded by Watson Spoelstra, continues to provide Sunday chapel services, mid-week Bible studies and one-on-one discipleship to interested ballplayers. Check out the Baseball Chapel web site @
www.baseballchapel.org


Check out the Baseball Chapel Web Site

Daily Encouragement

Encouragement is vital! We need it daily as we journey "home". I've often mentioned my friend Stephen Weber and his Daily Encouragement meditations. You can subscribe to a daily encouragement e-mail that will come each week day morning. Stephen writes these fresh, relevant musings each morning so they are always fresh...just like SUBWAY sandwiches. You can subscribe by writing Stephen at: www.dailyencouragement.net/todaydev.htm


Looking for some daily encouragement???

A Clean Slate

Recently my wife went out for the evening and I was left "in charge" of helping our sons with their homework. What a frustrating evening it was! Nothing seemed to go right! Finally (about an hour after they should have been in bed) I tucked them in and prayed with them. Whew! I hoped I wouldn't have a night like that again for a long, long time.

The next morning I had to leave the house earlier than usual and woke the boys up so I could have breakfast with them before I left. The incidents from the night before were forgotten and the boys were forgiven. I couldn't wait to see them!

I'm so thankful that our heavenly Father doesn't love us with any strings attached. Did you mess up yesterday? Did things not work out the way you wanted last night? God was still passionately pursuing some "quiet time" with you this morning! Did you disappoint Him by rushing off to some commitment? He doesn't keep a record of wrongs and hold us at ransom until we "shape up". He can't stand being without us!

"If you, O Lord, kept a record of sins, O Lord, who could stand? But with you there is forgiveness; therefore you are feared." - Psalm 130:3,4

Pilgrim's Progress

The other night my sons and I watched a video depiction of John Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress". I was thrilled again as I watched Pilgrim stand before the cross of Christ. As he confessed the burden of his sin, the heavy load he was carrying on his back broke free and rolled down the hill. Pilgrim was finally free! That's what happens when we stand before that old rugged cross, by faith, and acknowledge our need of a Savior. He frees us from the weight of our sin and liberates our souls. In the words of the hymnwriter, Margaret L. Carson:

"My chains are snapt,
The bonds of sin are broken,
And I am free.
O let the triumphs of His grace
Be spoken,
Who died for me!"

How are your progressing, fellow pilgrim? Have the pitfalls along the way caused you to stumble? Take the hand of Almighty God and head for the Celestial City. Be encouraged today, dear friend!


"And the burden of my heart rolled away"

Down By the Old Mill Stream

I found this picture today and marveled at God's handiwork! Who could possibly say that there is no God? Not me!


Who says, "There is no God"?

What an Attitude!

My friend, Marg Griffin, sent the following update today! What a heartwarming account from someone in the midst of a battle with cancer! What a positive attitude! Please keep Marg and her husband Bill in your prayers! Thank you!

Marg writes:

"As a result of your loving, faithful prayers, I have been experiencing the most amazing sense of God's amazing grace in every situation. From the lab techs, the x-ray technicians, the nurses, the surgeons to the parish nurse from the church, I have been treated with such compasion, tenderness and skill, that my heart has been overflowing with thanksgiving and peace. The waiting room at the beautiful Crowfoot Radiology clinic had the most magnificient mountain view and Psalm 121 echoed and re-echoed through my mind --- " My help comes from the Lord who will perserve my going out and coming in". The nurse at the women's imaging center where I had my core biopsy was truly one of God's ministering angels as she wrapped me in warm (fresh from the dryer) blankets and put on Pachelbel's Canon (my favorite classical music selection). I feel as if I have a bottomless reservoir of God's strength and power often manifested through my wonderful husband, my kids, my church, my many dear friends from near and far. I am now awaiting my first chemo appointment or my second surgery but I am confident that God's amazing grace will continue to lead the way and be my daily strength. Thank you so much for your caring and loving spirit . God is so good, all the time." - Marg Griffin

New Senators Goaltender

If the NHL lockout doesn't end soon, Dominik Hasek may find his job being challenged by our grandson, Josiah Fisher. Check out the Senators toque! Go Jo Go!


Josiah Fisher Tending the Goal

New Strength for Miller

We Have a Winner!

Yes, I took the first 25 entries who mentioned Joseph Stowell's "Strength for the Journey", put them together and picked out one name. The winner is Brian Miller, Head Trainer for the Peterborough Petes. NO . . . it was not "rigged". We had participants from Cyprus, Florida, Victoria (BC), Nashville, Windsor, Hagerstwon (MD), Mount Joy (PA), Peoria (IL) and points in between

CONGRATULATIONS, BRIAN! And, to the rest of my friends, I trust that you will experience "real" strength for the journey as you trust God every mile of the "trip".

Have a great weekend!

Roger Bennett Battles On

Roger Bennett, formerly with the Cathedrals and now the pianist with Legacy Five has been battling a form of leukemia. Check out his personal journal at: www.rogerbennett.typepad.com Thanks for keeping Roger in your prayers!


Roger Bennett,
pianist with Legacy Five

Greater Vision

Here's a great picture of my favourite Southern Gospel group, Greater Vision. When they sing they minister to the hearts of their listeners. My life has been enriched by their genuine love for the Lord and the anointing that is upon their music. Many of the songs are written by Rodney Griffin. What a tender heart he has! Check out their web site at www.greatervisionmusic.com


Jason Waldroup, Rodney Griffin & Gerald Wolfe of GREATER VISION

The following is taken from Greater Vision's web site:

As Greater Vision enters their fifteenth year of ministry in 2005, these three gentlemen continue to present the Gospel in a way that has endeared them to audiences with diversified musical tastes for many years. Their diversity has gained them the respect of fans and industry members alike. As Gerald Wolfe says… “We just try to sing songs that minister to us, and if the songs bless us and minister to us, then we believe our listeners will be ministered to.” As for the group’s success, Gerald comments…”We don’t measure our success by how many number one songs we record or the number of awards we receive. Our responsibility is to do whatever we can to allow the Holy Spirit to work through us to touch the life of the listener. If we do that, then we feel like we’re successful.”