Monday, July 18, 2016

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Butter the Real Thing
 
  Holding up a pint glass mason jar before the first grade class, our teacher poured it half full of whipping cream. 

She was giving us a learning experience that we would all participate in and then profit therewith. 

Her instructions were for us to take turns shaking the jar, and then pass it on to the child next to us. 

She had been teaching us about the farm, and all the animals found there.   

Naturally a cow was one of the important members of the farm and the cow produced milk which many of us drank at least a glass a day.  

Most of us were only familiar with the glass bottles of milk left on our porch by the milk man, and on this day we were going to learn about butter. 

Each student faithfully shook the jar and we watched carefully as small curds began to form at the bottom of the glass bottle. 

Finally our teacher informed us that we had made butter from the cream and now we were all going to enjoy a reward for our labor. 

She produced a tray where she had carefully set out, small crackers, one for each member of our class. 

Carefully our teacher took a small knife, and spreading a little dab on each cracker, she then passed them around to each of our class mates. 

I remember thinking how good real butter tasted, because up to then, at our house we were only served margarine, a butter substitute. 

Today my thoughts are about the real thing, be it faith, hope, love, or even religion. 

Although I realize Christians must walk by faith, there are many times when I want to see and feel and know the real Jesus. 

I do not want to settle for a substitute faith in the false be it an idol, king, ruler, or even another god of some sort. 
 (Some will substitute an organization with nice people for a Bible Believing Church - - - don't be fooled.)

How can we know truth and the real from the false?  Sometimes it is difficult to tell, but often it is by listening to the Holy Spirit and then by experience. 

We have participated in seeking, learning, and maybe shaking the jar a bit. 
 

Then there is the taste.  Oh that sweet taste, when we enjoy the real and we know - - that we know - - it is real.

Psalms 4:8  O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.

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Monday, July 11, 2016

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Anyone Find my Quarter? 
 
Deprived? No our children were not without!  Although they did not have everything they wanted either.

They had small allowances that gave them a few extras, but that seemed not to be enough.   

One day as they all sat around our kitchen table with their friends; four young girls laughing and remembering how they used to come up with extra money. 

My youngest was the most creative.  They all laughed as they told on her.  She would enter the local transit bus that she rode to school, and then pretend that she had dropped something.  Has anyone found my quarter?   

She kept repeating the question until some kind person would fish a quarter out of their pocket or purse and hand it to her. 

At Christmas they would go as a group up and down the street; ring a door bell and sing Christmas carols while holding a “tip basket.” 

Most of what they did, I am happy to say that I did not know about it at the time, but only learned about it later.  

My daughter is grown now, but she is still creative and has progressed to E-bay and is doing pretty well at buying and selling to make a profit.  She also uses coupons and rebates - - not because she is deprived, but because she is able to share with homeless centers, schools and other worthy projects. 

I believe our quarters can be stretched and multiplied as we find direction. 

Have you found any quarters lately?
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Monday, July 4, 2016

Tell Me a True Story Blog Party week of 07/04/16



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The Fourth of July usually meant a family reunion at my folk's cabin in the Stanislaus Forest 

It was here that we would gather to celebrate our Freedom and Justice for all in the United States of America.   

My dad allowed us kids to invite our friends and, in later years, we also followed suit, allowing our children to bring their friends.   So with Mom and Dad, Aunts, Uncles and our five teens with three of their friends we were ready to celebrate the 4th of July. 

Old Aunt Emma came at the invitation of my mother’s sister.  She was a child at heart and enjoyed the festivities right along side all the young people.  The campfire, roasted hot dogs and marshmallows, singing and lighting sparklers for the holiday thrilled everyone!   

Aunt Emma loved the excitement!  As each sparkler was lit, she loudly exclaimed, “Whoopee Day!”   

Her enthusiasm spilled over to our teenagers who echoed her gleeful cry as each sparkler was lifted in the air.  Soon we all joined in with the phrase, “Whoopee Day!”  It became our “happy” word for the next year.  Aunt Emma’s youth was spent, but she enjoyed herself with child-like abandon!    

Tom, one of our youth group teens, seemed to get a kick out of Aunt Emma!  Perhaps she reminded him of his own grandmother.  Tom demonstrated his own free-spirit and his attentions soon centered on one of my daughter’s friends. 
 
The next day, we spied our daughter's friend up a tree with Tom climbing up after her, throwing leaves and pine cones.  She yelled at him, “You are crazy,” and he returned the compliment with like words.  His playfulness soon compelled her. 

Youthful exuberance!   Whoopee Day!  That was the way they met!  Their friendship continued with church as their base for building their relationship. That friendship led to marriage, and decades later they are proud grandparents, enjoying their retirement. 

Now some might say that this was an extraordinary way to meet someone and find a mate!  Perhaps it was! 

If you are single and desire to find a loving, faithful and trustworthy companion with marriage in mind, do consider attending a good church that has other single persons who love God, and want to follow Jesus.  If you are widowed or divorced, join a church singles group.  Small groups are where you meet people.   

If you don’t put limits on God, He can meet this need and help you enjoy life right where you are.  Trust Him, in whatever situation you find yourself.

Whether it is your habit to praise God with words such as Hallelujah, Praise the Lord, or Thank you Jesus, it might be in order to once in a while shout “Whoopee Day” for This is the day that the LORD has made; Let us rejoice and be glad in it.  Psalms 118:24 
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Monday, June 27, 2016

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A  Joyful  Jump 

We had arrived early the summer of 1976 prior to beginning our Bible School Training.  There was a lot happening in Tulsa Oklahoma, and we decided to take advantage of special Revival meetings through out the area.  

An advertised meeting and the name, “W.V. Grant,” caught our eye and there was to be prayer for the sick along with good Biblical teaching. 

A short thin man led the singing and then he announced that Rev Grant had missed his plane but we would go ahead and enjoy the service and the Rev would miss out. 

That was a good way of putting it. 

During the song service, the leader suggested that we should jump for joy and dance if that suited us.  Dancing did not, but he led us in a joyful jump instead. 

I have seen little children leap and jump for joy over just being so very happy, but this was a first for us.  We looked at each other and made a choice - - Why not?   

So we entered in and with a rhythm to the beat we happily jumped for joy as unto the Lord. 

My knees will not allow me to do much jumping these days, but I can sway and step from one foot to the other in praise and worship to the Lord.   

Miriam danced before the Lord and others joined in with her.
 
King David danced wildly before the Lord and embarrassed his wife. 

I do hope this does not embarrass you, but the Bible says to Clap your hands all ye people, shout, and sing with a voice of triumph as we worship the Lord. 

Our body does want to participate when there is the sound of good worship music and a gentle jump for joy will do us all good. 

Praise the Lord for He is worthy to be praised.

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Monday, June 20, 2016

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A Peace that Goes Beyond Understanding
 
Be Still my Soul, and Know that He is God!

I was awakened the other morning hearing the angels sing - - Not with my "ears" but in my spirit I heard repeated over and over again - -

'Be still O' my soul, and know that He is God!  Be still O' my soul, and know that He lives within my heart.' 

Not being a song writer and not much of a singer either, this was a new experience for me. I rejoiced as the anthem rolled and flowed over my spirit.

As a child I remember asking my mother, “Why does our church spend so much time praising God?”  She replied, “When we get to heaven we will do a good deal of praising, so we might as well get in practice now by worshiping the Lord with our mouth.” 

I can imagine the angel choir singing praises to God, and one day we will join with them in song when we reach heaven.  However Mother’s suggestion is a good one, begin NOW to get in practice with your praise.   

Through out the day I discover my lips saying, “Thank you Jesus.” I am reminded of the verse, “Bless the Lord O’ my soul, and forget not all His benefits.” 

There are many reasons to Praise God!  First and foremost we are grateful that God sent His only begotten son Jesus to die for us so that we might be saved from destruction.

We praise Jesus for being willing to leave heaven’s glory, to lay down his life, and to become the supreme sacrifice so that we might inherit eternal life.  

We give thanks to the Holy Spirit for filling us, and coming along side us to be our guide comforter, and teacher. 

On the earthly and material level we then give thanks for everything and anything that brings us pleasure and joy, and for which we can be grateful. 

List making is not my forte and never has been, (except for an occasional grocery list) but there are many who join with  Ann Voskamp  taking their Inventory of  One Thousand Gifts  to be thankful for.  Her book by that name has been a best seller and also has been translated into six languages.  Amazing isn’t it? 

Ann’s record taking is of simple things that most of us overlook.  Might we begin to be thankful for a delicate flower in the path, a smile or a giggle from a child, or an unexpected hug from a friend?  

In our hurry and scurry to get things done and finish the tasks that we have put on our “To Do list,” may we somewhere in that rush - - STOP and take time to BE STILL and reflect on God, and give Him the praise that is due Him. 

'Be still Oh' my soul, and know that He is God!   

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Monday, June 13, 2016

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A Visit to South Korea

Clop clop clop that was the sound heard on our back as my daughter Becky and I received an official Korean massage.  Having nothing to compare this to, it seemed like cupped hands going up and down our spine that sounded like galloping horses. 

My youngest daughter, Sargent Judie had met Becky and me at the airport and she knew we would be tired.  The first thing she wanted us to do was relax with a nice massage.  “Here is a towel, so take a shower first and report back here.”  Those were our instructions.   

The Korean Tourism and the Military were cooperating to give the military families an exciting ten day tour of Korea.  Hotels were giving special rates, and there was activities and shows available in the off time. 

After we checked into the Harrison Hotel, Judie treated us to a wonderful Korean buffet which included music and dancers.  Kimchi was something Judie wanted us to try.  It is a staple made from cabbage that has been fermented, seasoned and is a tad hot.  Not being used to hot seasoned food, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to try it, but surprising enough it was delicious.  Actually it is excellent for your health. 

Judie knew her way around Soule and she showed us how easy it was to hail a taxi.  You wave as if you were waving good bye. 

We noticed many people were wearing gauze masks, and I asked her about it.  She explained that most wear them because the air is bad, others are afraid of germs. 

The next day Judie returned from her Air Force base to take us shopping at the Korean Mall.  “Better price,” is what you say even if you think the price is good.  They love to bargain with you, so that is what we did. 

When our arms were full, Judie took us to the Military Base Post Office and we shipped our purchases home using US mail service. 

As we completed our visit, we attended the largest Christian Korean church.  There was an area for foreigners to sit and select which language they would like as a translation.  Afterwards we stopped to see the visitor’s center where an American Missionary gave us brochures about Prayer Mountain  http://www.davidcho.com/NewEng/PrayerMountain.asp  

The Missionary explained how the church has grown by utilizing home cell meetings. 

The demarcation zone was very interesting.  We were asked not to speak to the soldiers, but some looking through the windows, smiled and waved to us.  We had to ignore them.  

We said a sad farewell to Judie as we boarded the airplane for home.  Judie had a few more months before she would be reassigned to return to California. 

There is so much beauty here in this world, and each country has its own culture and loveliness.  God has created a planet that causes me to wonder if there could be additional splendor elsewhere.  If this earth is so wonderful, I pause to consider how magnificent and breathtaking heaven must be?
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Monday, June 6, 2016

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Are you Shy?
 
As a young child in school, my face would turn beet red when ever I was called on by the teacher.  I respected adult leadership almost to the point of being afraid to speak out. 

My shyness extended into High School, and I wanted an A in Geometry, but my teacher informed the class that she only gave A's to those who would raise their hands and explain the answer to the problem we had that day.  I did my best, but in her opinion it was not good enough, and she gave me a B+ on my report card.   

The next day, I called my teacher to my desk and quietly but forcefully told her that I deserved an A and she was in error to give me less.  For “shy me” that was risky business.  

As far as I knew, no one else complained, but my words flustered her a bit.  She told me to speak up more which I did, and at the end of the semester she relented and gave me an A as my final grade.  

I have outgrown my shyness, and with God’s help I am no longer afraid to speak out.

Usually I have found it best to delay and not to speak in haste or in anger.  Often I wait until God says, NOW, usually it is the next day.  While waiting I ask our Lord, what exactly should I say? 

The Holy Spirit begins to formulate a plan of words and when I follow the script that He gives to me, and there is no offence.  

My hope is that the needed words are heard and received in their spirit.  

If you are shy, just ask God, “What do I say next?”  He will give you His words to say. 

Psalms 19:14  Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my strength and my Redeemer.

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