Thursday, March 20, 2008

Uncle Bill Passes Away

Yesterday I heard that my Uncle Bill was close to death and rushed over to the Palliative Care unit at our local hospital. He had been transferred there from the Peterborough Regional Health Centre a week ago. While I was in his room Uncle Bill breathed his last and was ushered into the presence of the Lord. My Aunt Shirley and their four children Paul, Doug, Susanne and Jane were all present. The following article appeared in today's edition of our local newspaper, The Peterborough Examiner. Click here.

Visitation will be Monday, March 24th at Comstock's Funeral Home in Peterborough from 2-4 and 7-9. The funeral will be held on Tuesday, March 25th at Murray Street Baptist Church in Peterborough at 1:30 p.m.

Please pray for Aunt Shirley, her children, their spouses and the grandchildren as they grieve the loss of a wonderful man!

The only sibling still surviving is my Aunt Eileen. Uncle Frank died suddenly from a wasp's sting back in 1961. My dad, Chester, passed away in 1992. Another sister, Jessie, died when she was only 6 months old.

THANKS FOR YOUR PRAYERS!

David

The High Calling of God

“The reality of exorbitant salaries, high class lifestyles and worldly ideologies does not negate or reduce God’s passionate quest to reach the professional athlete for Himself. If God has irrevocably called us to minister to this people group, we must not forsake His mandate regardless of their elevated position in life. They need to experience God’s redemptive grace no less than the homeless child in a far-off land. We must tell them of the Father’s amazing love as revealed through His Son, Jesus Christ.” – David W. Fisher/Founder/Epistle Sports Ministries

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Anthem of Praise

One of the most powerful worship experiences I have ever been part of was during a service at the Brooklyn Tabernacle in New York City. I've had the distinct privilege of being there both for a Sunday evening service and for the Tuesday night prayer meeting. Pastor Jim Cymbala has often stated that the Tuesday evening service throbs with the heartbeat of the church.

The presence of God was so rich and sweet! On this Easter week why not listen to the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir as they triumphantly sing The Lamb Has Overcome. You will be moved! Believe me!

Write On

God called me to a "ministry of letters" over 30 years ago. Letters of encouragement are sent out on almost a daily basis. Over the years I have been the grateful recipient of many notes of encouragement and I understand the impact they can have. How many times have the clouds of doubt and uncertainty been lifted when you've been reminded of God's faithfulness by a caring friend?

Often we wonder (in times of self-doubt) if these "epistles" are really making any difference in the lives of those who receive them. Then we get an unexpected phone call from a dear lady who is battling cancer and she assures us that the card she received was timely and much appreciated.

So, friends, if you have been called to put pen to paper and encourage others in this fashion - Write On! Your labour is NOT in vain...in the Lord." - 1 Corinthians 15:58

A Reminder

This picture of my mother and father figures prominently in my office. Each day I'm reminded of the godly heritage which mom and dad have passed on to me. Dad has been "home" with the Lord since 1992 but mom continues to serve the Lord in her unique and powerful way.

I'm grateful that they taught me well and my prayer is that I would be able to replicate, in some small way, the heritage that they have passed along.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Sens Staaled

The Senators trip to Raleigh, NC and their quest to regain 1st place in their conference was Staaled by Eric and the Hurricanes on Sunday afternoon.

I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Sens fan (have I ever mentioned Mike Fisher?) but I also like Eric Staal so when he garnered 3 assists in the 'Canes 5-1 win over the Sens, it took away some of the sting.

Eric is having an excellent season and has done extremely well in the last few games.

GO SENS GO!

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Nice Comeback Bud

After an embarrassing 11-0 loss to Harvard last night, the Quinnipiac Bobcats came back to defeat the Crimson 7-4 in convincing fashion tonight.

My nephew Bud Fisher was in goal for the 1st 5 goals last night and was pulled. We felt bad for Bud as I'm sure he must have been in shock. Tonight he turned the tables on Harvard.

Here's what the Bobcats' website had to say. You'll note the typo near the end. Bud certainly is no "she". Way to go Minnow!

Here's that story:

"Bud Fisher (Peterborough, Ont.) stopped 41 shots in goal, including an incredible 21 saves in the third period, to help Quinnipiac to their first win at the Bright Hockey Center all-time, snapping an 0-4 stretch dating back to 2005. Fisher’s save total is his highest of the year, and second most career saves since she stopped 43 against Robert Morris in 2006."

Friday, March 14, 2008

A Son's Lament

My friend Greg Asimakoupoulos of Rhymes and Reasons has penned the following poem as he awaits his father's homecall. Those of us who have lost a father/dad can relate. Father, give Greg Your peace and an uncanny sense of Your abiding presence in the days ahead. AMEN.

Greg writes:

Today's my father's last birthday
before he passes on.
The cancer's traveled through his bones.
I know he'll soon be gone.

His face is gaunt. His body's frail.
Yet in his tired eyes
I still can see a gleam of hope
his shriveled frame denies.

He doesn't want a piece of cake.
He has no need for gifts.
Our presence is what he wants most.
That's what gives him a lift.

Surrounded by the ones he loves,
my dad flashes a smile.
That boyish grin I've cherished
sinceI was a chubby child.

He smiled when I learned to walk.
When I first rode a bike.
He beamed with pride to see me preach
behind a pulpit mike.

He smiled at my firstborn's birth.
He grinned when I went gray.
His knowing smile eased the pain
When our pet passed passed away.

Today he's 82 years old.
The age at which he'll die.
The thought of it knots up my gut.
I breathe a heavy sigh.

I also breathe a whispered prayer
of gratitude and praise.
My father's impact on my life
will last beyond his days.

~ Greg Asimakoupoulos

Thursday, March 13, 2008

No "Ordinary" Pastor

When Tim Challies recommends a book I take notice. Check out his review here. Having benefited from D. A. Carson's published theological works I knew I would enjoy the new release he wrote about his father, Tom Carson. While in the U. S. this week I picked up a copy of "Memoirs of an Ordinary Pastor".

I'm only partway through the book but I haven't been disappointed. Knowing a little of the historical, religious climate in the province of Quebec I found I couldn't put the book down. Rev. Tom Carson may not be well known in conservative, evangelical circles in the United States or even here in Canada but he made an impact in the darkened province of Quebec that will not be forgotten.

He certainly was no "ordinary" pastor in the Father's eyes. He pastored his flock (His flock) with skillful hands and integrity of heart and has already heard the Master's "well done, good and faithful servant".

I'm looking forward to finishing this excellent book! Thanks for the "heads up" Tim!

Mother's House

On Saturday evening I returned from my sojourn in Florida. Our road out in Cavan was impassable so I stayed at mom's house in Peterborough. This is the homestead I grew up in. My memories of 167 Maria Street are fond ones. Mom's boarder and my friend Paul Mackay took this photo looking north from her place. What an incredible shot! Will this winter ever end?

Check out Paul's ramblings here!

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Stranded

Miscellaneous Musings by a Stranded Pilgrim…

I’m sitting here in Tampa International Airport waiting for a flight back to Toronto that keeps being delayed.

Originally I was scheduled to fly to Philadelphia at 7:40 this morning, wait there for several hours and then continue on to Toronto.

The weather in Toronto is treacherous and I’ll be taking the Coach Canada shuttle back home to Cavan.

This brief escape to the South has only served to verify many of my strongly held assertions.

For example:

1. The hassles of international travel only intensify with each passing year.

2. Looking forward to being away is always more exciting than the actual reality. I begin to miss my family before I even leave home.

3. Living on the edge financially and traveling without a monetary “cushion” is nerve wracking to the extreme.

4. So-called “ministry” that I come to carry on is defined differently by everyone involved. To me it amounts to “hanging out”, waiting, hoping and trusting that “some” of what I hoped to accomplish will be realized. To others it means three meals a day with different athletes, meaningful dialogue with countless ballplayers/hockey players and glorious accounts of spiritual transformation. That just does not happen.

5. Others visualize visits to the beach, getting a tan, forgetting the daily issues that we deal with and having a “holiday”. “What is a vacation?”, I ask.

So, having said all that, the trip was meaningful for three reasons. These alone validate the time spent and the separation from family and friends.

Here are those significant achievements:

1. I was able to visit with Tom and Caren Tucker and their daughter Mollie. Tom served with me in the Baseball Chapel ministry for years and the Tucker family extended love, support and hospitality to me every spring while I “suffered for Jesus” down in Florida. Tom and Caren’s married daughter Jessica has faced many medical challenges over the past year and it was good to come along the Tuckers and be there for them.

2. My visit with David Shantz, a hockey player with the Florida Everblades, was a blessing to both of us it seems. David played Junior hockey for the Peterborough Petes for one season and we forged a strong friendship. David is a young man, separated from his parents and siblings and gets awfully lonely playing hockey in Southern Florida. It was good for us just to sit and talk at the restaurant. We arrived around noon and sat there until after 6:00 p.m. talking. What a great visit!

3. Maintaining the friendship with the Toronto Blue Jays’ field manager, John Gibbons, is very important to me. We sat in his office and chatted. We met years ago when John played in the big leagues and it was good to see John again. He encouraged me not to be a stranger at the ballpark in Toronto this season.

So, as I wrap up my scribblings I’m satisfied that I accomplished a lot during this short trip. It will be good to be home again though…in spite of the wild and wintry conditions that await me. God is good and He will accomplish that which He pleases…in and through me. That’s a difficult concept for me to grasp at times though.

~ David, the Pilgrim

Homesick?

For incredible depictions of God's creative power and an old song, Beulah Land, by Squire Parsons, check out this link.

Are you getting homesick?

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Pilgrim Post # 1500

Well, fellow pilgrims, it's time to post #1500. After almost 3 1/2 years of these Pilgrim Scribblings we have reached 1500 posts and we thank God for the opportunity to write using this medium.

I trust that you have been encouraged along the way. The road is often rough as we make our pilgrimage home but the Great Shepherd of the Sheep walks with us each step of the way.

It's 6:00 a.m. on Saturday, March 8th and my flight home from Florida has been cancelled. I was to have flown from Tampa to Philadelphia at 7:40 a.m., wait several hours and then take another flight to Toronto. The severe weather in much of the U.S. and Canada is playing havoc with flights and travel.

The customer service rep at Air Canada apologized and said, "we'll have to put you on a direct flight to Toronto at 1:45 p.m." She didn't need to apologize! I can go back to bed for awhile, enjoy a "normal" breakfast, take my time getting to the airport and avoid the long layover in the "City of Brotherly Love". I didn't need to have the rental car back until 2:30 anyways. This is GOOD NEWS. Ultimately my "new" flight arrives in Toronto only an hour after my originally scheduled one.

Time to get some more sleep. Have a great day and drive carefully if you have to go out into the snow and rain.

Much love in Christ,

David, the Pilgrim

Friday, March 07, 2008

Mercy Me

Mercy Me is the name of a contemporary Christian worship band. Usually I'm old-fashioned in my musical tastes but I like a lot of their work.

The words Mercy Me took on a whole new meaning a few minutes ago. Traveling south on Hwy. 19 here in Florida I thought I was "going with the flow" of traffic but a Sheriff's cruiser pulled up behind me with his lights flashing. I pulled into the right lane, thinking he wanted to pass me. No such chance! He pulled me over.

After giving him my driver's license and rental car agreement I waited for what seemed like an eternity for the policeman to come back, quietly praying that he would have mercy on this pilgrim from Canada. Finally he approached my car with the "ticket". He told me that he didn't want to spoil the last day of my trip with a $210.50 fine and handed me the "warning citation", not a ticket. Whew! Was I relieved!

The officer showed mercy when I didn't deserve it. I WAS speeding even though I didn't realize it at the time. The penalty should have been meted out but mercy was extended instead. You know where I'm going with this don't you.

We all deserved to be punished for our sins "but God who is rich in mercy" stepped in through His Son and declared us righteous and justified...in Him.

God showed mercy! The officer was merciful. I'm grateful! Now - how can I extend mercy to someone else today?

Something to think about...

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Two Reasons To Rejoice

Sitting here in the airport in Philadelphia I'm hearing Hillary Clinton speaking on TV. Let me make this clear...I'm NOT watching her...just overhearing her. I'd move to another location but I'd hear her there too.

Two Reasons to Rejoice? Acutally there are many, many more than two. Here are two that came to mind:

1. God is sovereign and He is on the throne!

2. Hillary isn't sovereign, she is fallible and she is NOT the President of the United States. She's in the battle of her life and seems to be losing.

More later...

Friday, February 29, 2008

#1497

This is post # 1497 on the PILGRIM SCRIBBLINGS site. It's hard to believe that we have been scribbling this long. We celebrated our 3rd anniversary in November. Three more posts and we'll be at 1500.

You'll have to help us celebrate! Thanks for your visits and comments!

God is good!

Withholding What We Deserve












Stephen Weber included this photo and scripture on his Daily Encouragement site today.


Just like a picture is worth a thousand words, these words help give us a picture of God's great love and mercy.

I thank God that He didn't repay us according to our iniquities.

~ the Pilgrim

Rhymes & Reasons Now Available

My writer/pastor friend Greg Asimakoupoulos has gathered up a "best of" collection of his finest poems and they're available in a new book entitled RHYMES & REASONS. I've reprinted many of Greg's work on the Pilgrim Scribblings blog in the past and have received a favorable response from our readers. I know you'll enjoy this compilation of Greg's work. You can order it through Amazon. Check it out! You won't be disappointed!

Rhymes & Reasons
by Greg Asimakoupoulos
Published February 21, 2008

A collection of Greg's finest and most memorable poems from the Rhymes & Reasons archive, conveniently categorized for the first time. Greg's poetic commentary on the news of the day is typically poignant and clever.
"My friend Greg Asimakoupoulos communicates timeless truths through timely rhymes. His little poems pay big dividends — in wit, insight and inspiration."
—Michael Medved, Nationally Syndicated Talk Radio Host

"Rarely does a game go by without my pastor and friend Greg Asimakoupoulos penning a poem that captures what occurred on the field in a fun and creative way. It always brings a smile to my face when I read his weekly Rhymes and Reasons."
—Mike Holmgren, Head Coach of the Seattle Seahawks

"Greg is able to use his special gifts to share truth, compassion, faith, humor and God's love. When life's trials were at a peak for our family, his poetic and sensitive words brought comfort."
—Peggy Beamer, Mother of September 11th patriot Todd Beamer

"Greg Asimakoupoulos is truly gifted. I don’t know of anyone who can reveal an insight related to a current event or moral value with more creativity and wisdom than Greg. He’s amazing. He’s clever. He’s quick. And on top of all his creativity he’s thoroughly grounded. Read Rhymes and Reasons and prepare to be inspired."
—Les Parrott, Ph.D., Author of Love Talk


Tribute To Mickey

Last night the Windsor Spitfires hockey team paid tribute to their captain Mickey Renaud who died suddenly two weeks ago.

Renaud, drafted by the Calgary Flames, collapsed and died at his home. The cause of death is still being investigated.

Before last night's game each Windsor Spitfire player came onto the ice wearing a replica of Renaud's #18 jersey with the captain's "C" emblazoned on the front.

It was an emotional prelude to the Spitfire's first game since this tragic death.

This morning Ben Davey, one of the Breakfast Club co-hosts on Life 100.3, commented on last night's tribute. He suggested that Renaud's parents must have looked on with mixed emotions as Mickey's teammates came onto the ice decked out like him. In effect the Renauds had 20 plus sons out there.

Similarly, Davey commented, God must look down on His children and see many reflections of His Son Jesus Christ. How are we reflecting the One whom we claim to serve? Are we decked out like Him or would it be difficult for others to recognize our allegiance?

We mourn the loss of a talented hockey player and pray for his family as they grieve this terrible loss. Last night's tribute was one hockey team's effective method of honouring one of their own.

Too Busy?

Readers of Pilgrim Scribblings will know that Elisabeth Elliot is one of my heroes. Her life, her books and her ministry have challenged me for many years.

Here are some profound thoughts from her:

"One reason we are so harried and hurried is that we make yesterday and tomorrow our business, when all that legitimately concerns us is today. If we really have too much to do, there are some items on the agenda which God did not put there. Let us submit the list to Him and ask Him to indicate which items we must delete. There is always time to do the will of God. If we are too busy to do that, we are too busy."

~ Elisabeth Elliot

Resident Boss

The following devotional thoughts appeared today (February 29th - Leap Year) in Watchman Nee's (pictured) excellent book A Table in the Wilderness. Great food for thought...

"I went, late one summer, for a prolonged period of rest to a hill-resort where accommodation was difficult to obtain, and while there it was necessary for me to sleep in one house and take my meals in another, the latter being the home of a mechanic and his wife. For the first two weeks of my visit, apart from asking a blessing at each meal, I said nothing to my hosts about the Gospel; and then one day my opportunity came to tell them about the Lord Jesus. They were ready to listen and to come to Him in simple faith for the forgiveness of their sins. They were born again, and a new light and joy came into their lives, for theirs was a real conversion. I took care to make clear to them what had happened, and then, as the weather turned colder, the time came for me to leave them and return to Shanghai.

During the cold winter months the man was in the habit of drinking wine with his meals, and he was apt to do so to excess. After my departure, with the return of the cold weather, the wine appeared on the table again, and that day, as he had become accustomed to do, the husband bowed his head to return thanks for the meal—but no words would come. After one or two vain attempts he turned to his wife. ‘What is wrong?’ he asked. ‘Why cannot we pray today? Fetch the Bible and see what it has to say about wine drinking.’ I had left a copy of the Scriptures with them, but though the wife could read she was ignorant of the Word, and she turned the pages in vain seeking for light on the subject. They did not know how to consult God’s Book and it was impossible to consult God’s messenger, for I was many miles away and it might be months before they could see me. ‘Just drink your wine’, said his wife. ‘We’ll refer the matter to brother Nee at the first opportunity.’ But still the man found he just could not return thanks to the Lord for that wine. ‘Take it away!’ he said at length; and when she had done so, together they asked a blessing on their meal.

When eventually the man was able to visit Shanghai he told me the story. Using an expression familiar in Chinese: ‘Brother Nee’, he said, ‘Resident Boss wouldn’t let me have that drink!’ ‘Very good, brother’, I said. ‘You always listen to Resident Boss!’"

The Pilgrim's note...

All too often we shrug off the "still small voice" of "Resident Boss" to our own detriment. When He speaks, listen...and obey.

Strong Words...But True

"Christ's call is to save the lost, not the stiff-necked; He came not to call scoffers but sinners to repentance; not to build and furnish comfortable chapels, churches, and cathedrals at home in which to rock Christian professors to sleep by means of clever essays, stereotyped prayers, and artistic musical performances, but to capture men from the devil's clutches and the very jaws of hell. This can be accomplished only by a red-hot, unconventional, unfettered devotion, in the power of the Holy Spirit, to the Lord Jesus Christ."

- C.T. Studd (1860-1931), Missionary to China and Africa

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Home Sweet Home

Today I got to see the home we bought for the first time. While I was away last weekend Carol found a house she liked, called me about it, put in an offer and after some negotiating if was accepted.

The home inspection took place today so I went to check it out. It met with my approval (Carol was relieved) and we're looking forward to making the transition in early June.

Here are a few pictures which I took this morning. We have a great view from the living room.

Thanks for your prayers during this stressful time!

~ the Pilgrim

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Famous Letters

Carol picked up this book (pictured) at a thrift store recently. The title caught my attention. FAMOUS LETTERS, Messages and Thoughts That Shaped Our World.

Being involved in a letter-writing ministry I thought of the thousands of letters I have written and wondered if any of them would be considered "famous". Hopefully some of them have "shaped" the world of the athletes to whom they were written.

Our ministry, EPISTLE SPORTS MINISTRIES, has sought to "Encounter Professionals In Sports Through Letters of Encouragement" for over 30 years.

The apostle Paul's letters (epistles) to the early church certainly shaped and impacted the believers in the first century. They were so significant (breathed by the Holy Spirit) that they have been preserved until today. They continue to instruct us in the way we should live. I praise God that "holy men of God spoke as they were carried along by the Holy Spirit." (1 Peter 1:21)

We can have such a positive impact on others when we write letters of encouragement. How often has a struggling pilgrim been uplifted and challenged to "carry on" by a timely word written by another pilgrim!

Why not drop a letter in the mail today. Encourage a fellow believer. It may not be a "famous letter" in the eyes of the world but in God's economy and in the eyes of the recipient it might be historically life-changing.

WRITE TODAY!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Eventide

I saw this picture somewhere as I was surfing around some blogs this afternoon.

The photo reminded me of the words to a song I learned to play when I was taking piano lessons as a little boy.

I added the lyrics of the first verse to the picture...

"As long as it is day, we must do the work of Him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work." - John 9:4 (NIV)

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Sports-Related Scribblings

As a veteran of over 30 years in sports ministry I've been strangely silent on the steroids situation (notice the 4 s's?) Friends who I've met have been implicated. Time (or maybe just eternity) will reveal the truth, the facts.

Here are some scattered scribblings concerning sports:


My interactions with Roger Clemens (pictured) over the years were always positive. I may be proven wrong but I believe him when he says he wasn't injected with HGH (human growth hormones). I'm praying for you, Roger!


The bloody incident in Buffalo involving Richard Zednik was scary. Thank You, Father, for sparing this hockey player. May his recovery be quick and complete.


The Senators' trade with the Hurricanes was a good one in my estimation - at least for this season. Cory Stillman is a native of Peterborough (like me) and will add some secondary scoring to the Sens' lineup.


My friend Mike Sweeney has signed a minor league contract with the Oakland Athletics. It sure will seem strange not seeing him when the Kansas City Royals come to Toronto. I wish you God's best, Mike!

It's good to see Jordan Staal putting the puck in the net more often. I knew he would come around.

Remember the Patriots? They finally lost a game...the Big One.


If you listen closely you'll soon be able to hear the crack of the bat in Florida and Arizona.

It's exciting watching Zach Bogosian of the Peterborough Petes as he hones his skills awaiting the NHL draft in June. This could very well be his last season here. It's bittersweet to see a fine, young man in his teens go off to the NHL.


Does anyone not think Mike Fisher is the consumate pro?


I'm one of a handful of fans who like Andrew Raycroft! Give the guy a break!


Keep your eye on David Booth of the Florida Panthers. He's a keeper! A fine Christian too!

I might be biased but Bud Fisher is one of the finest young athletes (and men) you will ever meet. Check out the Quinnipiac Bobcats link on the Pilgrim Scribblings blog.


That's all for now, folks!

Monday, February 11, 2008

Falling In Private

The great Church of England preacher/writer from a previous generation, J. C. Ryle, once said, “You may be very sure men fall in private long before they fall in public. They are backsliders on their knees long before they backslide openly in the eyes of the world."

Watch and pray!


Sunday, February 10, 2008

Pretty Sight

It always looks great when Mike Fisher scores a goal. Here's another shot of a goal by "Fish" against the Islanders.

Keep shining for Jesus, Mike!

~ Uncle David

Dearest Idols

One of the stanzas of William Cowper's great hymn O For A Closer Walk With God came to mind this evening as I was lost in thought. Can you sense the angst in the hymnwriter's heart that caused him to pen these lyrics? I can and I share much if not all of his sentiments.

O For A Closer Walk With God

O for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Where is the blessedness I knew,
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul refreshing view
Of Jesus and His Word?

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Return, O holy Dove, return,
Sweet messenger of rest!
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn
And drove Thee from my breast.

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

Friday, February 08, 2008

The God of Elijah

The wicked king Ahab
Makes others' sins pale
He's forsaken My ways
And now worships Baal.

Get over to Kerith
And there by the creek
I'll send you your groceries
Each day, not each week.

Don't question the method
I use to send bread
These scavenger ravens
Will do what I've said.

The drought you have forecast
Will dry up the land
There'll be no more water
Except by My hand.

Just wait here and trust Me
Be patient and true
In the fullness of time
You'll know what to do.

A Zarephath widow
And her only son
Will offer you lodging
But wait, I'm not done.

In the midst of the drought
There'll be flour and oil
Enough for each day
And it never will spoil.

And there you will see
My great power and might
So trust me today
Don't give up the fight.

Now just like Elijah
The prophet of old
My people can trust me
With faith strong and bold.

I'm Jehovah-Jireh
Your needs I'll provide
I'm sovereign and faithful
I'll walk by your side.

So lay aside doubting
Your burdens I'll bear
The Lord God Almighty
Has you in His care.

© David W. Fisher
February 7th, 2008


Note: This poem came to me this morning as I was preparing to preach on this passage from 1 Kings 16 & 17.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Monday, February 04, 2008

Spending a Day Together

Recently I asked a pastor friend of mine who he'd like to spend a day with (someone alive or dead but not Jesus Christ) to pick his or her brain. His initial response was, "that's a good question!" but he had to think awhile before he came up with an answer.

My answer, surprisingly enough, was
Dr. D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones. I've always been challenged by his writing and lately I've been reading a biography by Christopher Catherwood which has given me fresh insight into a godly man.

How about you? Who would you pick? Let me know by leaving a comment. THANKS!

Giants Win! Giants Win!

The New York Giants upset the favored New England Patriots in last night's Super Bowl XLII.

All I can say is "Hallelujah".

If my team, the Indianapolis Colts, couldn't be there with Peyton Manning at the controls, then Eli Manning and the Giants were my second choice.

What a game!

Ready, Aim, Fire


NEEDED...Illumination

Here's another thought-provoking, comfortable-living wrecking devotional from A. W. Tozer:

The Holy Spirit: The Need for Illumination

"But the natural man does not receive the things of the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him; nor can he know them, because they are spiritually discerned." - 1 Corinthians 2:14

The doctrine of the inability of the human mind and the need for divine illumination is so fully developed in the New Testament that it is nothing short of astonishing that we should have gone so far astray about the whole thing. Fundamentalism has stood aloof from the Liberal in self-conscious superiority and has on its own part fallen into error, the error of textualism, which is simply orthodoxy without the Holy Ghost. Everywhere among Conservatives we find persons who are Bible-taught but not Spirit-taught. They conceive truth to be something which they can grasp with the mind. If a man hold to the fundamentals of the Christian faith he is thought to possess divine truth. But it does not follow. There is no truth apart from the Spirit. The most brilliant intellect may be imbecilic when confronted with the mysteries of God. For a man to understand revealed truth requires an act of God equal to the original act which inspired the text....

Conservative Christians in this day are stumbling over this truth. We need to re-examine the whole thing. We need to learn that truth consists not in correct doctrine, but in correct doctrine plus the inward enlightenment of the Holy Spirit. We must declare again the mystery of wisdom from above. A re-preachment of this vital truth could result in a fresh breath from God upon a stale and suffocating orthodoxy. taken from The Pursuit of Man, 76-77,84.

"Lord, I do believe in the authority of the Scriptures, and thank You for that foundation of truth. But I need this reminder that even that inspired text is not alive until the Holy Spirit takes it and enlightens the recipients. May the Holy Spirit indeed take what I teach and imbed it in the hearts and minds of my hearers. Amen."

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Corey Koskie's Ongoing Battle

During my 33 plus years of baseball ministry I have crossed paths with thousands of ballplayers and have become friends with hundreds of them. Corey Koskie is one of those men who I connected with. The last year and a half has been difficult for Koskie, a Christian who loves the Lord.

Here’s an update on Corey’s post-concussion battle:

by Jerry Crasnick
ESPN.com

Corey Koskie is coming to grips with the notion that his playing career might be history. The next chapter in his baseball life probably will consist of doling out sunscreen, hitting grounders to a bunch of elementary schoolers and revving up the minivan for a postgame trip to Dairy Queen.

In his transition from professional third baseman to Little League dad, Koskie has found that some emotional hurdles are more difficult to surmount than others. Each night, he leads his three young sons through their bedtime prayers. During one recent session, he asked the boys if they had any special requests.

"God, can you please heal my daddy's head?'' asked Bradley, the oldest at age 7. Prayer can be a powerful thing. But as Koskie has discovered, no amount of faith or introspection can rewrite the past or un-ring a bell.

It's been 18 months since Koskie took a seemingly innocuous tumble in pursuit of a Felipe Lopez pop fly in Milwaukee, and he hasn't played a game since. After an aborted comeback attempt in the Cactus League and a summer spent at home in Minnesota watching the Brewers from a distance, he became a free agent in October when Milwaukee management declined to exercise his $6.5 million option for 2008.

When Koskie isn't riding a stationary bike or taking a spin on the treadmill, he is sorting through the medical bills. Over the past year, Koskie has visited the Mayo Clinic and conferred with Drs. Michael Collins and Robert Cantu, two of the most renowned authorities on post-concussion syndrome.

Several months ago, he began working with Stephanie Smith, a professional trainer who specializes in PCS. Koskie has made considerable strides with Smith's help, and he recently felt a "flicker of hope'' after playing a spirited game of ice hockey with his boys and feeling few of the usual side effects.

Still, it's a long way from working up a sweat in the backyard to playing Major League Baseball again, and Koskie doesn't want to tease himself or a prospective suitor with unreasonable expectations. He has told his agents, Pat Rooney and Brian David, that he'll let them know when he's ready.

"If somebody out there wants to give me a shot, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it,'' Koskie said. "But I don't want to leave teams in limbo. I don't want to deal with that whole thing of, 'Hey, when are you gonna be ready?' This has to happen on its own timetable.''

While concussions are commonplace in football, hockey, boxing and other "collision'' sports, Koskie is part of a much smaller fraternity in baseball. It was like a bolt from the blue last year when catcher Mike Matheny, widely regarded as one of the game's toughest customers, announced his retirement because of concussion-related issues.

In St. Louis, Jim Edmonds endured bouts of dizziness and blurred vision after slamming his head against the warning track in pursuit of a fly ball in 2006. Edmonds worked through his problems and is ticketed to play center field for San Diego this season.

Koskie, in contrast, is stuck in a sort of netherworld between acceptance and denial. He's not so bereft of hope that he's ready to call it quits, but he's realistic enough to know what the future holds.

Koskie has been through the wringer since spring training of 2007. For a while, he was bothered by a persistent ache at the base of his neck. While that pain gradually subsided, he discovered everyday tasks could produce debilitating results. The simple acts of driving a car, watching television or checking e-mail on the computer left him dizzy and overcome by nausea. He also was plagued by chronic fatigue.

When the Brewers visited Minneapolis in June, Koskie made the short drive to the Metrodome to see his Milwaukee teammates. But the lights and the hubbub around the ballpark overloaded his system, and he had to go upstairs for some solitude and fresh air.

Along the way, Koskie has found solace in talking to fellow ballplayers in the same boat. He has discovered a helpful sounding board in Matheny, who now is feeling well enough that he is talking about going to spring training and helping out with the Cardinals and Giants.

Koskie also shared a "eureka'' moment with former Twins teammate and fellow Canada native Justin Morneau, who has suffered a concussion or two along the way.

"We were talking, and Justin asked me, 'Does it feel like everything is going by in slow motion -- like stuff has sped up and you're always a half-second behind everything?' I told him, 'Yeah, that's exactly how I feel!''' Koskie said.

Koskie is encouraged by his progress with Smith, a certified athletic trainer who worked at the 2002 Salt Lake City Olympics and helps run the Twins Cities Northern Lights, a Junior A hockey team in Bloomington, Minn. Smith takes a "holistic'' approach to recovery that allows Koskie to work out at his home, where he can be free of distractions and avoid getting behind the wheel of a car, which tends to trigger his symptoms.

She also is flexible. If Koskie is able to do 10 minutes on the exercise bike or treadmill on a given day and elevate his heart rate beyond 150 beats per minute, that's fine. If he feels sluggish and needs to shut down, that's fine, too.

One of the biggest challenges for Koskie is pulling in the reins when he has been conditioned to try to work through obstacles.

"Athletes, by their very nature, are competitive,'' Smith said. "There's a serious drive in them to do the best they can at their sport. If somebody tells you that your biggest job right now is to rest, that's counterintuitive. The natural inclination is to work harder and do everything you can to get back out there. But there can be serious setbacks if you return to the sport too quickly.''

The struggles of Matheny and Koskie have raised awareness of concussions in MLB, and that's produced some welcome changes. This year, for the first time, baseball instituted a baseline concussion testing program for all 30 clubs in conjunction with player physical exams. Many clubs already used Web-based software to test players, but now it's mandatory across the board.

Milwaukee general manager Doug Melvin said concussions pose a challenge for clubs in several ways: 1) The team trainer might be too overtaxed to give the player in question the requisite attention. 2) The player with a concussion might feel a sense of "guilt'' because he is incapacitated, even though he looks fine. 3) There is no specific road map to recovery.

"There's not much the trainer can do,'' Melvin said. "It's not like a labrum tear or a ligament in your elbow, where there's an actual outline for what to do. You'll throw from 40 feet and extend it to 90, or go from a soft-toss program to long-tossing. From a concussion standpoint, there's nothing the trainers and doctors feel is a perfect cure.''

The athlete's best allies are patience and time, and Koskie has an abundance of each. While he waits for his story to play out, he's kicking around the idea of writing a book about his experiences. What will the ending be? Who knows?

"I just want to get my life back,'' Koskie said.

After 18 months with too many headaches and not enough answers, it's about time.

Letters From Ruth's Attic

This week I received a copy of the late Ruth Bell Graham's book Letters From Ruth's Attic. This is a collection of 31 short devotionals that have previously been published in Decision magazine.

I enjoy Mrs. Graham's style and have tried to replicate it when writing my own short Pilgrim Scribblings.

Why not write the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association of Canada and request a copy.

You'll be refreshed!