When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”
John 8:12 (NIV)
Photographer: Karen Ruhl
I love getting out with my camera and love it even more when I am with a friend. I hope you enjoy this selection. I love murals and this area has so many beautiful ones. Enjoy the sunflowers, and the boat. Get out for a drive and snap some photos!
Pray for those in need.
I had a completely different note before last week when Hurricane Helena came through. This hurricane has been devastating. I live in North Caroina and my home had limbs down, flooding in the basement, and we were out of electric for 4 days. And, I was the blessed one.
I am going to ask that you take a minute after you read this and say a prayer for those who are still trying to find their loved ones. From Florida to North Caroina, including Georgia and Tennessee, there have been many lives lost and still many missing. Houses were swept away with dams breaking and sending water into towns and subdivisions. I am sure most of you have seen the news.
I pray that since you are reading this, you and your family are well. I pray that any damage that you may have sustained is something that can be repaired. And I pray, that we all get on our knees or bow our heads and thank God for all He has done for us.
I love you all, I am praying for you all. Hold your loved ones close and always let them know how much you love them.
I would love to hear from you, drop me a note at the email below.
May God bless you all.
Karen Team@faithoneverycorner.com
COVER ART AND INSIDE COVER PHOTOS By Karen Ruhl (Copyright 2024 - all rights reserved)
Words of Hope ... by John Alexander ... Pages 6-7
Storm Prayers ... by Melissa Henderson ... Pages 8-9
A Tea Stain Story Of Faith ... by Yvonne M. Morgan ... Pages 10-11
Finding Home ... by Mary Jane Downs ... Pages 12-13
Morning Coffee ... by Michael E. Wells ... Pages 14-15
Through It All ... by Irene Surya ... Page 16
Five Things To Remember About Healing From Inner Pain ... by Laurie Glass ... Page 17
A Time To Laugh ... by Donna J. Miller ... Pages 18-19
A Lesson About Parenting ... by Mitchell Milch ... Pages 20-21
Seasons Change ... by Brianna Barrett ... Pages 22-23
Morning Dew On The Grass ... by Melissa Henderson ... Pages 24-25
It was Just A Book ... By Pam McCormick ... Page 26
Life Changes And Challenges ... by Karen Ruhl ... Page 27
Web Of Deception ... Shara Bueler Repka ... Pages 28-29
Never More Than We Can Bear ... By Steve Carter ... .... Pages 30-31
The First Christmas ... By David Sowers ... Pages 32-33
Feed My Sheep / Sharing Jesus ... by Linda Castro ... Pages 34-35
No Pain Means No Power ... by Dr. Kathleen Oden ... Pages 36-37
Not My Label, Not My Table ... by Mike Buchanan ... Pages 38-39
Road Trippin’ ... by Karen Ruhl ... Pages 40-41
Book Reviews ... My Ancestor Did What ... Reviewed by Karen Ruhl ... Page 42
... A Holy Christmas: Charleston Holiday Tales ... Reviewed by Melissa Henderson ... Page 43
Lost in Hurricane Helena
(Craig and I visited this area often, I am so sad for the residents and pray daily for the area to get all of the supplies they need)
Pages 48-51
To all who checked on me and my grandson after the hurricane and until today, I love you all more than you know.
Please pray for me as I work to get caught up after the storm. (Ohhh, sounds like a new article)!
We all need friends who offer us words of encouragement and lift our spirits, friends to remind us of the love of God in our hearts as others share their faith and help build our own faith as they share. As you’re reminded from others who share each month in this magazine, there is Faith on Every Corner. This month I’ll share a few poems from a collection of poems titled Words of Hope. I pray you are encouraged as you read the words I share.
Blessings, John Alexander QuietTimeRhymes.com
Hope
Hope provides courage and patience to wait. The journey’s not over, it’s not yet too late. Don’t get discouraged when life seems unfair, But reach out to others and show love and care. By going through valleys encountered in life, We learn from the hard times, the troubles, and strife. We build up endurance and strength for each day, Some of them sunny while others are gray. Hope requires faith, an abundance of love, A spirit inside that is sent from above. Hope is not something to see, feel, or taste, And yet it’s essential, not something to waste. I’m grateful for hope and the faith to believe In the Lord who’s eternal, who never will leave.
Another week is near complete. Sometimes life’s tough but won’t defeat. I will survive what life may bring. My heart still finds a way to sing. Whatever comes throughout the year, I won’t give in to doubt and fear. My body’s aged, my soul’s still strong, I reach inside to find a song. I find the words to bring me cheer, Perhaps words others need to hear. I pray we find the courage, strength To share with others what we think, Share words of kindness, blessings, hope, Help others learn new ways to cope. We all have troubles come our way, Reach out to help someone today.
I come to you dear Lord and pray. My spirit needs a hug today. I know someday I’ll see your face. I’ll feel the warmth of your embrace. You came to earth, you made a way For me to live with you someday. You sent your Spirit to reside Inside my heart to lead, to guide, To give me comfort, strength, and peace. I know your love will never cease. Renew my faith, help me to look Not at the news, but in your Book. I pray each day I know you more. You give me strength, each day restore. Lord you’re our hope in troubled days. I lift you up. I give you praise.
Award-winning author Melissa Henderson writes inspirational messages laced with a bit of humor. With stories in books, magazines, devotionals and more, Melissa hopes to encourage readers. Melissa is the author of “Licky the Lizard” and “Grumpy the Gator”. Her passions are helping in community and church. Melissa is an Elder, Deacon and Stephen Minister. Follow Melissa on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and at https:// www.facebook.com/melissa.henderson.9440
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By Melissa Henderson
September 2024 will be remembered for different reasons. Birthdays, anniversaries, accomplishments, new or mended relationships, births, deaths, and other events, will have places etched into our memories. One terrible weather event was Hurricane Helene. As I write this message, rescues continue in the mountains and the valleys. How do we handle such devastation and heartbreak brought by a storm? We pray. When we don’t know the words to offer, we can sit in the presence of God and know He is with us.
Here are suggestions for prayers during a storm. God listens and hears our pleas.
Father, we come to You with hurting hearts. People and animals are suffering due to the hurricane. We ask You to help everyone affected by this storm. We need You. In the name of Your Son Jesus, Amen.
Lord, we are at a loss for words. We’re not sure how to pray. The need for help is widespread. Guide us on how to offer assistance to those folks who have lost homes, personal items, food, animals, jobs, and more. Thank You. Amen.
Almighty God, maker of Heaven and earth, we come to You and seek wisdom, discernment, and revelation. Show us ways to shine the light of Christ during this stressful time of storm clean-up and recovery. We need You. Amen.
God, You are our refuge in times of trouble. Please cover us with Your hedge of protection. Remind us of Your love and mercy. We want this devastation from the storm to be over. Thank You. Amen.
Father, please. Amen.
God, I don’t have the words. Many people are hurting because of this hurricane. You know what is needed. Thank You. Amen.
Abba Father, the tears are flowing. Many hearts are broken. The loss of life is too much to understand. Guide us in each moment and remind us of Your presence in the good and the bad times. In the name of Jesus, Amen.
Dear God, I don’t understand why hurricanes and storms happen. I rest in Your promises that You are always with us. Thank You. Amen.
Lord, please comfort those folks who are mourning. Show me how to shine Your light in the midst of this tragedy. Amen.
Father, sometimes it’s hard to give thanks. I thank You for Your steadfast love and mercies. Show me how to help others to know You. Amen.
Prayers can be long or short. Share your feelings with God. We may not understand the reason that something has happened, but we can find hope and comfort in spending time with God.
“I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” (Psalm 91:2 NIV)
In His name, Melissa Henderson
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Yvonne M Morgan, Christian author and speaker
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By Yvonne M. Morgan
I relish a cup of hot tea in the late afternoon, and even savor them on hot summer days. I handpick my favorite tea cup, its delicate floral pattern reminding me of cherished moments spent with family back home in Ireland. The ritual of steeping the tea bag feels like immersing my troubles into a soothing bath, allowing them to dissolve and fade away. And as I take a sip of the steaming tea, its warmth spreads through my body. Dipping a cookie into the tea enhances the joy by creating a harmonious symphony of sweetness and warmth.
Tea Leaves a Stain
As I complete my ritual, I gaze at the stain in my beloved cup. A pang of disappointment washes over me. The tinge left a tangible reminder that even the most beautiful moments can leave behind imperfections.
A sigh escapes my lips as I grab a washrag to wipe it clean. After a moment of rubbing, I realize the cup needs more than a gentle clean. As I scrub away at the stain, my heart clenches in a mixture of determination and sadness. Each swipe is a battle waged between the desire to restore the cup’s former glory and the painful truth that some stains will remain forever.
“No amount of soap or lye can make you clean. I still see the stain of your guilt. I, the Sovereign Lord, have spoken!” Jeremiah 2:22 (NLT).
As I sit in quiet reflection, the image of a stained cup comes to mind, symbolizing the weight of sin in my life. I can almost see the dark stain etched upon its surface, a visual reminder of my own imperfections. The air is heavy with remorse and regret, as this stain is one I cannot remove on my own.
Yet, amidst this realization, a glimmer of hope emerges. There is someone greater than me, someone who possesses the power to cleanse and purify. I can almost hear the gentle whisper of a prayer as I ask for forgiveness, seeking redemption.
In the depths of my contemplation, I recall the words of Psalm 51:7 (NIV), resonating within my very being. The sound of those words fills the air, as they declare, “Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow.” And in the sanctuary of my faith, I am reminded that the Lord has the power to remove all the stains from my life. With gratitude and awe, I embrace this truth, allowing it to shape my perspective and guide my steps.
Made New Again
When we seek the Lord with all our hearts, He promises to cleanse us. In Isaiah 1:18 (NLT), the Lord invites us, saying, “Come now, let’s settle this. Though your sins are like scarlet, I will make them as white as snow. Though they are red like crimson, I will make them as white as wool.” The scene unfolds with a sense of anticipation as we approach God, our hearts filled with hope and repentance. The air is still, and a gentle breeze carries the fragrance of forgiveness. As we surrender our lives to Him, we can feel the weight of our sins being lifted, replaced with a pure and serene lightness. It is a continuous process, for each time we stumble and sin, we must submit ourselves to the cleansing touch of our loving God, ensuring that we remain untainted and pure.
Dear Lord and Savior, I approach you with my sin-stained life, like the stains in my teacup. I recognize only you have the power to wash them away, so I ask for your forgiveness for my attempts to cleanse them on my own, and for every new stain I create. Please wash and purify me, so that I may please you. In the Holy Name of Jesus, I pray. Amen.
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Mary Jane Downs lives with her beloved dachshund, Gracie, in western North Carolina after retiring as a preschool teacher. She has two grown, married children and two grandchildren. Mary Jane teaches children and adults in Sunday School and at her local Community Bible Study. She has been on her church’s Intercessory Prayer Team for a number of years as ell as 16 years as a member of the Rutherford County Healing Rooms. Mary Jane writes uplifting devotionals from her everyday experiences which are in print and online. She is the Assistant Coordinator of the Encourager’s Christian Writers Group. Contact Mary Jane at: maryjanewrites@gmail. com
Just a few days ago on Sunday September 8, 2024 I celebrated my 13th anniversary of moving into my forever home. This house became very special to me after a revelation the Lord gave me when I decided to buy it. Here is my story.
It was time to look for my forever home. Over the years, I had already spent much time discussing my hopes and dreams with my Heavenly Father along with others. Searching for godly advice and wisdom, I sought to develop a good plan until the appointed time arrived. By now, I was sure of what I was looking for: brick home with a working wood fireplace, 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, plenty of storage space, square footage that would not be too big but also not be too small either. If possible, I wanted it to have a creek in the back. Oh and woods! I needed my property to have woods because I wanted the feeling of being in the mountains.
The first day I went to look, my daughter was at home so I told her what I wanted to do and invited her to come along. I discussed with my daughter about there being houses for sale in a nearby neighborhood. I said we would start there and look until I found several houses that I could use to make a wise choice. After looking down several streets of houses, we drove down this long hill and then headed up another. As the hill plateaued some, I noticed a brick house to the right with black shutters and a perfect size front yard. When I turned the driveway and saw the priscilla curtains hanging in the front picture window, it was love at first sight. The sign indicated it was s sale by owner and gave the telephone number. My daughter encouraged me to call and make an appointment if I really loved the house that much. The person told me there was no need for an appointment. She could come right now, if we had time to stay. I told her we did and she came right over.
The house had been well taken care of even though the owner had moved out several years ago because he had remarried. The inside needed lots of renovations because it was very dated but ‘I could make it my own’ as they say as funds became available. After the papers were signed and the ownership transferred, I could move in immediately with no problem. So my daughter and I left to pray and seek God’s wisdom.
On the second visit to the prospective home, the owner’s daughter-in-law, Sue, and I as well as a friend of mine were in the den when I confirmed my desire to purchase the home. Sue smiled and responded, “We have felt like this house was being saved for someone special because you are not the first one who has tried to buy it...so...let me tell you a little bit about the owner. My father and mother-in-law built and started living here in 1973. Then my mother-in-law got sick with cancer and died back in the master bedroom 18 years ago.
My curiosity perked up as I said, “Oh really? What year was that?”
Sue replied, “It was 1993.”
“Oh really?”, I said, “What month was that?”
Sue responded, “It was October.”
Shocked I said, “My husband died 18 years ago in November after battling cancer first and then heart failure.”
Sue responded, “It was October.”
Shocked I said, “My husband died 18 years ago in November after battling cancer first and then heart failure.”
Immediately, I heard the Lord say, “Even before your husband died, I was preparing a place for you.”
Suddenly, I became overwhelmed with emotion when God’s presence and love came upon me and the fact that God had prepared this home for me so far in advance.
I quickly excused myself and went back to the master bedroom, fell on my knees and sobbed before the Lord in thanks and praise because I had finally found ‘Home’.
The 18 years of constant trials and testings along with struggling in general after becoming a widow had finally paid off. Along the way, I found myself, I found a deeper walk with God and I found my way to where God had destined me to be. God had helped me push through all the fear, the doubt and the lack of self-confidence to this new beginning.
Later, when I moved in on the 8th, the Lord said, “ I have given you a new beginning now and a clean slate. Let only the wisdom from the past remain. Move forward now in peace and rest. I have been with you. I am with you now and I will be with you always.”
I want to encourage you today. God is with you in your struggles and they do have an end. Draw close to the Lord, seek His wisdom and know that He is with you always preparing the way.
Just a side note: The owner’s real name was Howard. The name Howard means ‘guardian’. The number 8 means ‘new beginnings’. The number 18 means ‘breaking bondage’.
By David Sowards
David Sowards is a novelist, poet, cartoonist, local TV show host, painter, graphic artist, juggler, songwriter, singer, musician, short story writer, gagwriter, and retired creative soul from Fort Wayne, IN. He was previously involved in working in real estate.
Michael E. Wells has a passion for writing letters of Christian encouragement. With poetic style and moving messages, the reader is often comforted and consoled, inspired and refreshed. Since his retirement from Federal Service in 2006, most mornings are spent penning letters of the heart. Tucked away in the foothills of Pennsylvania, his is an idyllic lifestyle in a pastoral setting. This backdrop helps to set both mood and message for his many writings. You can find his book, “Morning Coffee with Words For The Day” at Amazon.com.
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by Michael E. Wells
There are many times in quiet moments when I have uttered these two words. When we look around us and the world at large, we see chaos and uncertainty. Yet if we click off our devices and take a step outside we are reminded of the simplicity of this life. We are the ones who make it complicated.
The real is what we feel, sense and see in the tangible world and not what we view on the screen of a device held in our hands. There is an unseen existence that interacts with our lives. One that can direct, empower, give comfort and purpose to our being.
I read the words from an ancient book, “Oh give thanks to the Lord for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever.” So, when times are tough, when answers are distant, when stress has taken its toll, stop... step outside and look up. Acknowledge a Presence that is there, One Who sees your plight and watches over you. One who says, “I will not leave you nor forsake you.” And so with that we say...thank You.
Sometimes wisdom lies beyond our grasp and good judgement, just out of reach. So we inquire within for a whisper from without. A thought may very well come to remedy the immediate situation.
Most scientists of the 20th century had a belief in God and said when confronted with a dilemma they would ponder in quiet moments of conversations with God. Then the answer would come.
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Good advice for us today as our world becomes more complex each morning. Today may you pause, inquire and wait. It just may be the moment of inspiration you’ve been waiting for.
We are alone but not abandoned, isolated but not unseen. Ours is a linear experience created from a timeless present. A gift of experiential existence for the purpose of seeking beyond ourselves.
The Apostle Paul wrote that God created us in the hopes that we would earnestly seek for Him, though He is not far from us. Why would a being do such a thing? Because He is creative by His nature. So here we are, living in the natural pondering the spiritual.
Many questions but I have found that placing my faith in an ancient story gives comfort and insight to my existence. May you come to a mutual conclusion that truth is not in the distant stars but present in our hearts as we receive Jesus Emmanuel, God with us.
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By Irene Surya
Dr. Irene Surya is an awardwinning author of her book, In Solitude with God. Her poems have been published in various magazines and anthologies. She has a passion for writing for the Lord and glorifying His name through her writings. She loves and serves the Lord with her husband.
Do all for the glory of God Through the glistening sunshine Through the stormy rain To Christ be every praise.
Build your life for God’s kingdom Through the exhilarating moments Through the painful paths Worship Him with all your heart.
Seek first His kingdom Through the stellar days Through the tough times in life Find His perfect righteousness.
Count it all joy Through the deep waters Through the darkest valleys Let His name alone be exalted.
Stay in His marvelous presence Through the picturesque terrains Through the unsteady trails
Obtain counsel from His Word daily.
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Laurie Glass has a heart for encouraging others through her writing. She has had many poems and articles published and is the author of Expressing Your Grief: Through Poems and Prayers. Laurie is a staff writer for Chronic Joy, a ministry for those affected by chronic illness and other health issues. In addition, she won the Open Medicine Foundation poetry contest in 2019.
By Laurie Glass
Do you hurt inside? Does it feel like the pain will never leave? Maybe you don’t feel the distress anymore, but you feel numb inside. Whatever you’ve been through and whatever you’re feeling about it, it may feel that you can never recover. But please know that healing is possible. While it may take time, and so much more, healing can be yours.
1. Your pain matters. You don’t have to compare what you’ve been through or feel with anyone else. There’s no need to think your heart doesn’t need mending as much as the next person. If you have inner pain, you need healing.
2. Your pain doesn’t define you. There’s so much more to you than the deep struggles you face. You have wonderful traits that make you uniquely you, and you have something to offer others. Resist seeing yourself differently because of what’s happened to you. In other words, bad words or actions toward you don’t make you a bad person. You have nothing to be ashamed of, and you don’t need to think any less of yourself because of the words or actions of others. Your experiences don’t define you. God gives you your true identity; others do not.
3. While healing can be instantaneous, it’s often a process that occurs over time. So if it hasn’t happened for you yet, don’t despair. There is always hope. As you work through issues, please know you’re getting closer to the relief you need.
4. Talk to someone you trust. If you have a counselor, pastor, friend, or family member you feel comfortable confiding in, let that person know you need to share some deeply personal things. Add that you need someone who will listen and validate your feelings without judgment, minimizing your pain, or telling you how you should or shouldn’t feel.
5. Believe that God can heal any pain: because he can. He loves you and offers you his comfort. “…For the Lord comforts his people and will have compassion on his afflicted ones” (Isaiah 49:13b). You can think of him as your safe place. Rest in his presence, and bask in his love. Settle into that place and let him heal you. He stands ready to do so. “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds” (Psalm 147:3). No pain is buried so far that the Lord can’t reach it. No wound is so deep that he can’t heal it. No agony is so vast that God’s compassion can’t alleviate it. He is there to comfort, heal, and restore you.
No matter how long you’ve been hurting, no matter how deeply your heart aches, there is hope for healing. You have a loving God who can heal you. Go to him, and open your heart to his restorative hands.
Donna is a preschool curriculum writer for Lifeway and loves teaching two year olds at her church, Hudson First Baptist. She is a retired elementary school media coordinator and K-1 teacher. She loves all childrenespecially her 4 grandchildren! She loves to read, scrapbook, and make cards. Donna lives in Hudson, NC with her husband, Lewis. They enjoy traveling together.
By Donna J. Miller
We all know the verses from Ecclesiastes 3 that assure us “There is an occasion for everything, and a time for every activity under heaven.” The sad and hard times mentioned are thankfully balanced with happy times.
My mother has dementia and is in a memory care unit. My mother-in-law lived with us for several years, also with dementia, and was in a memory care unit until she died. My husband and I have dealt with dementia for 13 years with our mothers. Dementia is a time of frustration, breaking down, and loss. Dementia is hard for both patients and caregivers. No one chooses this struggle, but all involved must deal with it. Proverbs 16:9 says “A person’s heart plans his way, but the Lord determines his steps.” Even though none of us would choose dementia for ourselves or those we love, God has not left us. He is still “numbering our days” and faithful every day.
As I visit with Mom, I often think of Ecclesiastes 3:4a: “A time to weep and a time to laugh.” Frequently Mom is frantic because she thinks she is at church camp, the dorm is closing, and she needs someone to come to get her. She asks for phone numbers for her parents or my dad, who all died years ago. Many experts advise playing along and saying something like, “They will be back to get you tomorrow.” However, Mom’s dementia is not that advanced, so I find myself gently reminding her that they died and are in heaven. She is frustrated that she didn’t remember, and I mourn for those special people again. It is enough to make you want to weep!
However, the second part of that phrase is “a time to laugh.” Many verses remind us of the value of joy. Proverbs 15:13a says: “A joyful heart makes a face cheerful.” That reminds me that my mom has always been known for her smile and even now, the memory care staff comment on her smiles! Proverbs 17:22a says: “A joyful heart is good medicine.”
My best visits with Mom occur when I can get her laughing and smiling. We have many family memories that can make us both laugh! Mom doesn’t always remember when I start to tell her a funny story but they seem familiar, and she laughs and begs me to tell her more.
remind her of a stilly thing that happened in Sears, years ago. Mom, my brothers, and I were shopping. A lady rode down the escalator, stepping off just in front of us. She immediately started frantically screaming, “My purse, my purse. I’ve lost my purse.” Mom stepped over to her and said, “It is in your hand.” The woman glanced down at the large wallet in her hand and said, “No! That’s my wallet. I’ve lost my purse.” It took several tries for Mom to get her to see the purse hanging safely in the palm of her hand, hidden by the wallet. In our family, if someone loses something and starts to get frantic, another person will shout, “My purse, my purse, I’ve lost my purse.” We all dissolve into laughter, and the person calms enough to look for the lost item instead of panicking! Since Mom feels panicky often, she relates to the woman who had lost her purse!
Another favorite is a video that I have saved on my phone for several years. My granddaughters who live in New York were one and three and they were looking under their parents’ bed, trying to convince their new kitten to come out. Mom hasn’t seen these great-granddaughters often but she loves this video. Agda, the older one says, “It’s not safe down there, Herbie. It’s not safe down there!” Ziggy, the little one tries to repeat every word her big sister says. The funniest part is that Herbie is pretty smart to hide from those four little hands that won’t give him a minute of peace! Mom will watch it several times, giggling at their tiny voices. Mom also loves to look at recent photos of Agda, Ziggy, and her other five great-grandchildren and asks repeatedly how old they are and who their parents are.
Sometimes when dealing with dementia, you have to laugh at the patient’s antics to keep from crying. My mother-in-law was known to be a “shopper” and took anything she found to her room thinking it was hers. The flowers and sugar off the dining room table, a stack of papers from the nurse’s cart, and even a box of dog food ended up in her room - and that was all before she was moved to the memory care unit! The papers from the nurse’s desk were hidden in her room and caused problems for the staff before they were found!
When you are struggling, sad, or frustrated, it is hard to find joy and you rarely laugh. But the flip side to “a time to weep” in Ecclesiastes 3:4a is “a time to laugh.” Look at the funny side of life and remember the times of joy. Science has proven that laughter is good for our health. Laughter reduces stress, fights against depression, and can even help lower blood pressure.
I challenge you to laugh today and to share a laugh with someone sad and hurting! I promise you (and even more importantly, God has said…) that laughter will bring you and those around you joy!
All scripture is from the Christian Standard Bible.
Mitchell practiced psychotherapy in Ridgewood, NJ until he retired at the end of 2021. He graduated with an MSW in 1992 and later a certificate in psychoanalysis, in 2012. He published a memoir in 2016 titled: Do I Need My Head Examined or Just A New Pair Of Running Shoes, that chronicled his recovery from developmental trauma.
“The pandemic magnified my existential fears that grew in my 7th decade. This time of hunkering down was a period of spiritual re-evaluation that resulted in my hunger to explore Christianity, I was baptized in 2022. Much of my retired life these days revolves around my role as an Elder of The West Side Presbyterian Church community in Ridgewood, NJ. In my spare time I write articles that marry my secular understanding of growth and development with my Christian understanding, and seek discipleship opportunities that maximize my God given gifts.”
He is married to Laura, a publishing executive. They live in The Radburn section of Fair Lawn, NJ. He have two daughters,they are adults now living independently.
My Lord and Savior lives in my soul as a paragon of humility. Jesus’ model for righteous living is neither self-less, nor selfabsorbed. As a Christ-centered disciple, I try to balance myself between these two orientations: Loving service to my own needs while dutifully keeping the potential excesses of my ego in check informs me on how to love others and vice versa.
All of God’s children are studies in contradictions. Christian parents don’t necessarily have the corner on conventional wisdom that proscribes against over- or under-indulging a child’s ego. Being a reservoir of healthy narcissism is at times critical to meet our needs, but there must be a balance. And every day is a potential tutorial on what losing one’s balance looks like and its impact on others.
To illustrate this, and a bugaboo of mine, are parents who are perpetually on standby status for their adult children. The behavior on display at a recent church-sponsored open mic may not have definitively illustrated the fallout of such a parenting style, but it certainly started me thinking about writing this piece. While reflecting on what in my estimation went awry, I was reminded of what I had learned working as a psychotherapist counseling couples: All parties to a negotiation tend to
suffer when one party does not compromise. This was most certainly my take-away witnessing certain events unfold on stage.
As a member of the Music and Art Committee, I had volunteered to re-write a list of protocols governing the flow of the evening and disseminated them to all registered performers. I wished to ensure that all performers share the stage in a fair and reasonable manner. Ideally, it was my desire that the registrants acknowledge their willingness to cooperate before taking the stage. I settled for sending two emails asking for them to pledge their adherence to our protocols; which limited them to performing two songs.
Few responded and yet this was not a cause for immediate concern. However, what did nonetheless cross my mind was a vague suspicion that at least two of the registrants had previously flouted this rule by seamlessly launching into a third song at other open mics we’d jointly attended. I did not ever recall anyone in a position of authority attempting to stop them.
Well, the evening was for me, “deja vu all over again” when these performers took the stage. Much to my chagrin, both seamlessly added third songs. In retrospect, our emcee regretted not interceding to overrule our permissive audio engineer, who waved me off when my disapproving eyes met his.
I contend that we did a disservice to all parties at this event. Certainly, we did no favors to two well-traveled performers by enabling their grandiosity. Such self-aggrandizement devalues others and is seldom a winning formula for making friends. My annoyance was compounded by the uncorroborated speculation that my time and energy was neither valued by these performers nor the other event managers and organizers. Finally, I conjectured that other performers who respected the conditions of performing were confused, if not put out, by such flaunting of the rules.
What I witnessed was certainly a symptom exhibited by adult children who learn to expect that their parents, and by extension others, be on “standby,” to indulge them.
These musings had me return to a Christian friend, “P,” who in the Spring tendered multiple invitations to myself and my wife to spend a summer weekend with them at his lake house. Had we in turn extended such an invitation, making an iron-clad commitment to specific dates would have been a simple matter. I promptly reached out with some weekends we were available.
Initially, “P” informed me that once he established when his adult children were to visit, they would offer us dates. Many weeks passed and my friend remained on “radio silence.” One weekend he returned to North Jersey, and we met for a walk. Curiosity induced me to ask what changed his mind about inviting us. What unfolded took me by surprise, as it was so foreign to how my wife and I might have handled matters with our adult children if the shoe had been on the other foot.
I learned that “P” and his wife never expected their children to commit to dates they intended to visit. Indeed, they adhered to an open-door policy which, likewise, included their children’s dearest friends. When I reflected back what struck me as circumstances that made it impossible for them to block out time for us to visit, “P” animatedly suggested that to that to be less child-centric was unloving. Nonetheless, he
argued that such a policy was not at all indicative of their desires to spend time with us.
I was silently taken aback. I recognized “P” could not honor what I understood as his commitment to me. Their established, unquestioned standard for parental love, served to place them on standby for their children who were never taught by them that loving self sacrifice was a two-way street.
I saw this as an illustration of a parallel process to what I witnessed at the open mic, as well as in my professional treatment room. What is not a compromise is often a lose-lose outcome. What will transpire in the long run for these adult married children if such assumed expectations, become their accepted “gold standard” for being loved by each other and others? This is not in my thinking what the God of my understanding had in mind as parental oversight.
Brianna is a Carolina girl that loves Jesus and her family. She enjoys watching the sunrise, photography, reading, writing, and paddleboarding. According to her teenage son, she’s a master chef in the kitchen, making gluten-free cuisine from around the world. Her writing has appeared in numerous publications, including Faith On Every Corner, Magazine, The Christian Journal, Our Story Magazine, and Broken But Priceless Magazine, where she writes the “From A Homemaker’s Heart” column. Check out her latest works at www.briannagrams.com and connect with her on Instagram @briannagrams or Facebook at www.facebook.com/ briannagrams1.
By Brianna Barrett
As I walked across our yard to the mailbox last week, I noticed our freshly mowed lawn was littered with leaves. It’s a bit early for the leaves to fall, but I focused on the leaves as I walked. Some had already changed from vibrant green to yellow or red, while others must have been shed during the prior weeks and had turned brown and crumbled while falling. The changing of the colors and falling leaves are a tell-tale sign that the seasons will soon change.
Seasons change. Summer heat gives way to cooler temperatures, bringing out the beautiful colors of the fall. The leaves begin to fall as we welcome cold temperatures, only to be replaced in spring by the emergence of new life and growth. Maybe you live where there aren’t four distinct seasons. Here in the southern United States, we usually experience all four seasons, and here in the Carolinas we sometimes experience them all in the same week. (If you know you know).
This past summer season has been filled with health, healing, and heartache. The constant changes we experienced never seemed to let up, but they drew us closer to God as we walked through those times. No matter what we are facing through any season, it’s easy to lose our way. I know that my foot has slipped off the path and I’ve found myself in the middle of something I knew nothing about. I seemed to only experience more hurt and heartache. Those moments have the opportunity to shape us or corrupt us.
As the saying goes, “The only two things in life that are certain are death and taxes.” I disagree with this old sentiment. God is consistent. God is faithful. God is with us every step along the broken roads we travel, even when we lose sight of Him, He’s right beside us.
The Word says that the Lord will never leave nor forsake us. His strength is all we need when we are weak.
No matter what we face in this season—whether metaphoric or literal—God is right there holding onto us and walking through it with us (Psalm 23:4).
When we go through seasons when it is harder to cling to God, maybe because we are angry with the events, or we become lost along the way, we can lose our identity in our situation. During those times, I’ve found these four verses bring me comfort and draw me near to God.
1. “Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.” Isaiah 41:10 NLT
2. “‘This is what the Lord says: Do not be afraid! Don’t be discouraged by this mighty army, for the battle is not yours, but God’s.’” 2 Chronicles 20:15b NLT
3. “This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him.” Psalm 91:2 NLT
4. “When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.” Psalm 94:19 NLT
During these hard times, I struggle to focus and memorize scripture. I know what I need to do, I just struggle with accomplishing it. But I’ve learned there are ways to tuck these verses into our hearts.
1. Simply write them out daily
2. Make note cards/sticky notes and place them throughout your house as reminders.
3. Ask a friend to learn them with you, to hold you accountable.
God never promised us a life of ease. That’s okay because He’s with us every step of the way, even when we mess up and fall off the path He intends for us. Today I encourage you to grab your Bible and dive into it, finding the verses that speak life back into your heart. Ask God to help you through these times.
Father God, thank you for never leaving me nor forsaking me. Help guide and direct my footsteps and help me to draw close to you. In your refuge I find comfort. Thank you, Lord. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Award-winning author Melissa Henderson writes inspirational messages laced with a bit of humor. With stories in books, magazines, devotionals and more, Melissa hopes to encourage readers. Melissa is the author of “Licky the Lizard” and “Grumpy the Gator”. Her passions are helping in community and church. Melissa is an Elder, Deacon and Stephen Minister. Follow Melissa on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest and at https:// www.facebook.com/melissa.henderson.9440
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By Melissa Henderson
Mornings are a time for renewal. Opening the front door each morning, I thank God for another glorious day. I notice the dew on the grass. The sun is shining and the air hangs heavy with humidity. September weather in the Lowcountry of South Carolina bakes like the middle of summer. The warm temperatures don’t bother me. I’m absorbing the creations of God. One of the most beautiful sights is the morning dew on the grass.
The neighborhood is quiet in the morning. School buses have not arrived yet. A few folks are walking their dogs. A hawk calls out from the forest. Bluebirds begin flying from tree to tree. As I stand and listen for the sounds of the day, a hummingbird passes in front of me and heads for the feeder. I give thanks to God for His glorious creations.
I want to step on the grass and pick a few weeds from the flower bed. But, I don’t want to get my shoes wet this early in the day. So, I pause and stand on the sidewalk, knowing the weeds will be there for picking later today. Weeds will grow and reach out across the yard unless they are stopped. Sin is the same way. Unless we stop sin, it will continue to grow.
I feel the presence of God as I absorb the sights and sounds around me. God has given us ways to enjoy His creations. If our eyesight is less than perfect, our other senses may become heightened. If our ears can’t hear the singing of birds, perhaps we can find comfort in other opportunities to see the colors of the winged creatures. God provides.
God shows His love through our experiences with pets. Our granddog Olive is about 13 years old. She is a Boston Terrier. Her eyesight is not perfect. One eye is cloudy and she has special medicine for that eye. Olive continues to run and jump when her family walks into the house. She loves to give kisses. Also, Olive scratches at the back door so she can go outside and relax in the warmth of the afternoon sunshine.
Olive has unique ways to explore and find fun. She’s a sweet dog. Olive may not want to get her paws wet in the grass, but she enjoys being outside. God knows that Olive may have poor vision, but she continues to find ways to play.
Have you seen photographs of the morning dew on the grass? Did you smile when you saw that photo? Maybe special scenes bring happiness to you. Has a sunset, a sunrise, pictures of grandchildren, wedding photos, reunion photos, or other occasions, made you recall precious times?
I pray that today and every day you will find time to pause and enjoy the morning dew on the grass and also, the many blessings God gives to His creations.
“Let my teaching fall like rain and my words descend like dew, like showers on new grass, like abundant rain on tender plants.”
(Deuteronomy 32:2 NIV)
In His Name,
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Pam McCormick writes to share her wonderful Savior and all that He has done for her. She is a retired teacher and has two adult children, Adrienne and Joseph. Joseph and his wife, Sheila, have given Pam and her husband, George, four beautiful granddaughtersMerryn, Charlotte, Kathryn, and Abigail. She has published a children’s book called Holy Cow, Freddie and Lulu, and is currently working on a memoir of God’s faithfulness in her imperfect life called Celery Stalks and Coffee Grounds. She is a contributing author to Ancient Stones, Timeless Encouragement and Living Stones, Indwelling Encouragement.
By Pam McCormick
The writers’ group I am in had written a book titled, Ancient Stones, Timeless Encouragement. I had ordered some extra books. I had no idea what I was doing when I put one in my purse to carry with me. I tried to figure it out. I even said, “God, why did I put that book in my purse?” I carried it around for three days. My husband and I were out and about in the town where we live, and out of my mouth came the words, “George, I need to go to Belk.” I didn’t need anything, so it was so odd that I said that. But God, He knew, and as I was depending on Him and not me, He would reveal it to me.
I walked into Belk and saw a friend that works there, and said, “How are you doing today?’ She said, “Oh Pam, I am so exhausted. I really need encouragement.” I knew that God had sent me there, and she was the one that was to receive the book.”
She hugged me and told me she so needed that.
In short, we don’t know what to do or where to go, but God knows. If we make ourselves available to Him, He will show us.
I had understood her discouragement. I had been there, and God took care of me. I’m thankful for His leading. You just never know, but in waiting on Him, trusting Him, He will lead. This is how great our God is.
I have seen my friend since, and the smile on her face showed me that the book was just what she needed.
Praise the Lord for He is so good! Looking for more divine appointments. I just need to be available, because God already knows how He wants to use me. I don’t have to figure it out.
One of my favorite verses is Job 42:2. “I know that You can do all things; no purpose of Yours can be thwarted.”
By Karen Ruhl
I must admit that I have seen much change over the past couple of years. And, this year with Craig’s passing, my life has changed even more. Craig and I were a 24/7 couple for so many years. We were together at home and we worked together in our business. You might think we would run out of things to say to each other, but that was part of the blessing of our marriage. We both like to talk - and we both loved to talk to each other. Many times during the day, I would go to his office - sorry - man cave, and we would discuss projects, trips, and what we wanted to eat. That is probably the one big thing that I have been trying to get used to.
It is so comforting to me to know that even with all of the changes in my life, God has a plan for me and is walking me through it every day. I am sure you all know Jeremiah 29:11 ”For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” This was one of the verses I could count on, and I still do. So I am going to list a few things God has been doing and hope that if you are also in a time of change, you can see where He is working in your life too.
Personal:
-He has brought me closer to a few friends that I didn’t have time to do things with, until now.
-He gave me courage and strength to get through the transitions of taking care of the household myself.
-He gave me strength and a yearning to explore.
Business:
-He blessed me with so many wonderful clients that I truly call friends. Each one of them have come beside me and have been very patient and understanding of my time. -He has helped me stay focused and organized (ok, I am working on organization). I have had to pick up the work that Craig did and we both have different working styles and filing, etc.
-He is expanding my territory.
Prayer. I have always loved The Prayer of Jabez, “Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” And God granted his request.
God is with you and will help you through the life changes and challenges - pray and don’t be afraid to talk to someone you feel really close to and know you can trust. I am praying for you.
Shara Bueler-Repka is enjoying life as a singer/songwriter/ recording artist, freelance writer, and award-winning author. She and her husband, Bruce, live in their living quarters horse trailer and call “home” wherever their rig is parked. Their mailbase, however, is Hallettsville, Texas. She loves sharing God’s Word through music with her husband, riding their horses (aka The Boys) in the backcountry, and writing about God’s grace in their various adventures on the trail less traveled.
By Shara Bueler-Repka
Spiders. Geez. We have an overabundance here on the farmstead. Not just little ones…BIG ones. So freakishly big, I’ve named one particular species, Charlotte spiders.
However, they do spin pretty cool webs. As I sat in our rig, I studied a particularly interesting “Charlotte” web in the tree outside our window.
The intricacy of the web intrigued me. Swirls of circles spiraled in a circumference as wide as a truck tire. Delicate strands connected every circle together. Anchor lines attached to the tree and fence held the web in place. One thick squiggly design zigzagged towards the center, finishing the masterpiece at the spider-in-waiting.
These webs are so huge and complex, I wondered why insects, large and small, flew right into them. Why didn’t they see them? Were they blind?
I figured a “story” might be in this somewhere, analogies and all, so I decided to snap a picture. About the time I grabbed my phone for the shot, I heard the words in my spirit: “Web of Deception”. This, followed by the words of the adage: “Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly.”
Huh.
I walked outside and up to the “spider” tree, but couldn’t find the web. I double-checked and yep, right tree. Carefully walking around it, I dodged the “anchor” strands. I spotted the spider, but the web was completely invisible—until the angle of the sun lit it up.
That’s how easily the bugs were entrapped. They didn’t see it either. I only saw the web through the precise light. Wow.
And then it hit me. Deception. We can’t discern deception in its entirety, if at all, except through Jesus’ perfect light.
He’s the only One who gets the big picture and has the wisdom to guide those who are listening away from getting caught. He is also willing to lead us out of “the web” when we’re captured.
The Word of God warns that the deception in these last days will be so incredibly strong that, if possible, the ones who discern and follow the Lord’s Voice can be deceived. That’s pretty scary. We best all be tightening our relationship with Jesus to hear Him even clearer. He speaks to us in and through so many different ways: His Word (the Bible); that “still, small Voice; His creation; even commercials (seriously!), to name a few. He’s quite creative.
We must question everything and everyone who says anything… no matter what or who it is, or what platform or pulpit they speak from. And pray about everything. Deception is all around us: the introduction of AI (ARTIFICIAL Intelligence); the art of gaslighting from nefarious characters, trying to make you believe what you are seeing/hearing isn’t actually what you KNOW you’re seeing/ hearing; outright lies told by an eloquent speaker, Photoshop, etc.. It’s easy to fly into “invisible” webs if we’re not “sober and alert” (1 Peter 5:8-“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour”).
God’s Word encourages in 1 John 2:26-28: “These things I have written to you concerning those who try to deceive you. But the anointing which you have received from Him abides in you, and you do not need anyone to teach you; but as the same anointing teaches you concerning all things, and is true, and is not a lie, and just as it has taught you, you will abide in Him.”
And again in 2 Timothy 2:15: “Study to show yourself approved unto God, a workman that needs not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth.”
With His guiding light, we can avoid the webs that are spun to ensnare us.
God’s creation. It’s amazing how much we can learn by just observing.
Steve Carter lives in Tupelo, Mississippi. He is a Bible college graduate, military and hospice chaplain, and musician.
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By Steve Carter
While trying to figure out the coffee pot at my new job, up walks a man grinning from ear to ear. While projecting a friendly demeanor, David Hutson, or Hut, for short, introduced himself to me with an iron grip from a hand about the size of Montana. His infectious smile and booming voice, which endeared him to the entire planet, soon made us fast friends. We often worked together in our high-pressure job of taking X-Rays. Any human body parts, suspected of being broken, twisted too far, or clogged up, were fair game. We dealt with convicts from federal prison, after they fell up some stairs, to drunks who just kissed a baseball bat.
Family took center stage in Hut’s life, and it wasn’t long after we met that the one thing a parent isn’t prepared for hit Hut’s household. Hut and Trudy’s toddler daughter, Hillary, suddenly and unexpectantly died from a birth defect, rocking him to his core. Following the funeral Hut and his wife Trudy, while devastated by the tragedy, soldered on with life. Despite the expected sadness, I detected a strengthening that could only be explained by the Comforter’s presence in his life.
About six years after losing Hillary, a stick of dynamite named Henry blessed the Hutson household, and that changed everything! While interviewing Hut for this article, he told me, his son Henry, turned out to be his do-over. After being blessed with another child, I noticed in him additional strength and resolve. This renewal soon led to more involvement in church activities. One notable example included me playing drums and Hut singing bass from small rooms to a coliseum. That newfound strength also projected itself in the form of his taking Bible courses. This dedicated study confirmed the source of strength that lifted him through the darkness of his daughter’s death.
Meanwhile, Hut’s Daddy, a man who naturally commanded respect, started to show his age. Hut loved his daddy, who got him through those “totally worthless” teen years, without sending him to a deserted island somewhere. While hospitalized, where we both worked, the older Mr. Hutson simply “gave out” and slipped away when the angel came to pick him up one Sunday morning. The first thing that same day, my duties found me on the way to the Intensive Care Unit. I pushed my portable X-Ray machine into the elevator Hut and his sister, Mary, were getting off. Mary’s presence and their solemn expression told me something had happened. Hut calmly said, “Daddy just passed on.” Following hugs around, and despite the bad news, strength from these Christian warriors filled the air as they walked toward the exit.
Hut’s Momma followed her husband into glory a few years later and this loss signaled the beginning of Hut’s wife’s, decline. David and Trudy had enjoyed a thirty-six-year marriage, when suddenly, she started showing multiple symptoms that seemed to be cured, only to return with a vengeance. For six long years, they battled through bad times of doctor office visits, running tests, hospital stays, and endless unexplained painful symptoms. They rejoiced in the good times, hoping they had finally found a cure, only to have their hopes dashed with more mysterious symptoms. Transfers between specialists and hospitals ultimately found Trudy being considered for an organ transplant. During this lengthy process, a trial that drew on the accumulated strength Hut had gained, his wife went into a comatose state. Just under a week later, surrounded by family, Trudy joined Hillary at the feet of Jesus.
I have known Hut for over thirty years. During this time, I watched him grow in Christ into the mighty warrior he is today. I believe much of his character and abilities come from the trials he had to overcome. During our interview process, he stated, “I gained enough strength from one crisis to survive the next.” In explanation of that statement, he added, “I would never have made it through losing Trudy if I had lost her right after Hillary died.”
Hut is always quick to say; “I am nothing without God.” He is doing well and will always have something to hold on to while finishing his time on planet earth. Faith tells him; soon enough, he will rejoin the family whose separation is temporary, in a place where aging, pain, and suffering are no more.
David Sowards is a novelist, poet, cartoonist, local TV show host, painter, graphic artist, juggler, songwriter, singer, musician, short story writer, gagwriter, and retired creative soul from Fort Wayne, IN. He was previously involved in working in real estate.
David Sowards
King David had descendants, too numerous to name. One of them was Joseph, who would gain lasting fame.
Joseph was engaged to a woman named Mary.
God said to her one night, “My child, you shall carry.”
All that Joseph wanted was to do that which was right. He considered leaving her, but God appeared to him one night.
The Lord said, “Please take Mary to be your lawful wife.”
“Because she will bear my child who will save all with his life.”
The emperor Augustus ordered a census taken around.
Every man had to register by going to his hometown.
So Joseph and Mary left to go to Bethlehem.
By now she was expecting, so a donkey aided them.
When they got to the city, there was no room for strangers.
The only place for the baby to sleep was in a wooden manger.
So Jesus was born, wrapped in cloths, and laid in that humble place.
It was a small beginning for the savior of the human race.
While the shepherds of that country were in fields tending flocks,
An angel of the Lord came down and gave them quite a shock!
“Don’t be afraid,” The angel said. “I bring good news for you.”
“On this day, your savior is born, so this is what you should do.”
“You will find the child in a manger, wrapped in swaddling clothes.”
And then a great army of angels suddenly arose.
The angels sang their praises to the savior born that day.
The shepherds got excited and left right away.
They found the baby as they were told and were quite amazed. They went back to their fields, full of hope and praise.
Now Bethlehem was in Judea, where Herod ruled as king.
After Jesus was born, some wise men asked him things.
“Where is this baby born who will be king of the Jews?”
“We have seen his star in the east, can you give us any news?”
When Herod learned of their wish to find and worship the child, He became angry and disturbed and his evil thoughts ran wild. He consulted withe priests and the teachers of the law. They studied all their writings and this is what they saw.
“From Bethlehem in Judea, a new leader will reveal That he is the chosen king of the people of Israel.”
Herod sent for the wise men and learned about the star from them. And when he found where it appeared, he sent them to Bethlehem. Herod gave them these instructions, “Go see what you can do.”
“Try and find this child so I may praise him, too.”
So the wise men left, they found the star, and followed it. It led them to the house of Jesus, where they came to visit. When they arrived at his house, they saw the child with Mary.
The wise men knelt and worshiped him and gave him gifts they carried. Gold, frankincense, and myrrh were given from their hands. Then the wise men left Jesus to return to their own lands. But they did not go to Herod, God warned them that day. In their dreams, he said, “Don’t go back!” So they returned another way. That was the first Christmas, so long ago. It changed the world we now know.
As former owner and creative director of two advertising agencies, Linda has years of experience creating a public impression of a product through the media using television commercials, radio and print advertising, press releases, and marketing campaigns.
Linda has been a caregiver for her son; a volunteer who travelled to Egypt and helped Sudanese refugees; a volunteer for a local food ministry, and a Creative Writing teacher for the Arts and Humanities Council of Tulsa for their Artists in the Schools program.
By Linda Castro
“In God’s presence there is fullness of joy” (Psalm 16:11 KJV)
As a lot of us know, the instruction to “Feed My Sheep” originally came from Jesus to Peter in John 21 at the end of verse 17 where Jesus had been asking
Peter if he loved Him. We pick up toward the end of verse 17 where it says “The third time he said to him, “Simon son of John, do you love me?” Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, “Do you love me?” He said, “Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you.” Jesus said, “Feed my sheep.”
It sounded like Peter was maybe getting a little exasperated by being asked three times if he loved Jesus. But what about us? What about us? How many times would that question come up in our lives if we decided to do something or NOT do something that would cause our love of Jesus to be in question? me?” me?
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“Feed my sheep.” “Well, I don’t like their attitude!” “Do you love me?” “Feed my sheep.” “But what they said hurt my feelings!” “Do you love me? “Feed my sheep.” “I don’t have time to do all that right now!” “Do you love me?
The question remains, “Do you love me?” How can we, like Peter, truly confirm that we love Jesus? Loving Jesus requires action on our part. As we are told in John chapter 2, verses 15 thru 17, “If a brother or sister is naked and destitute of daily food, and one of you says to them, “Depart in peace, be warmed and filled,” but you do not give them the things which are needed for the body, what does it profit?“ Thus also faith by itself, if it does not have works, is dead.” So, we must be committed and active in works in sharing our love for Jesus which He instructs us by telling us to “Feed my sheep”.
The Bible refers to Christians, followers of Jesus or the Church as sheep. In John 10:27, Jesus says “My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me.” In the Old Testament, Ezekiel 34:12 says, “As a shepherd seeketh out his flock in the day that he is among his sheep that are scattered; so will I seek out my sheep, and will deliver them out of all places where they have been scattered.”
Our Pastors today are referred to as “Shepherds” who essentially care for and guide his “flock”, the Church. Bringing back many who have been scattered in the world.
Jesus was essentially giving Peter this role as “Shepherd” not only to physically feed the flock but to feed it with spiritual food and caring. The instruction to “Feed my sheep” can be spiritual, physical, as well as emotional to spread the love of Jesus! Whether we sometimes feel committed to it ...or not. But the wonderful thing is just like Jesus forgave Peter for denying him three times as we are told in Luke 60 verse 61, Jesus confirmed his forgiveness and love for Peter in instructing him three times to “Feed my Lambs and to Feed my Sheep”.
So, where is our part in “Feed my sheep”?
We can help in so many ways. From a spiritual aspect - We need local and international evangelists to share the Feed my Sheep aspect in many languages. We also need Sunday School teachers to help us explore the sometimes hidden meaning of the scriptures and to also create a hunger for God’s Word in the children of our local Church and help create the next generation to love Jesus. We can lead homebased Bible Study groups or simply donate a Bible to someone who doesn’t have one.
From a physical standpoint - We can volunteer at a food or clothing ministry such as this wonderful Church here has which provides thousands of meals here and abroad. Here at home, we can cook a meal and deliver it to our neighbor who may be recovering from an illness. We can help with the homeless shelters in our area and share Jesus with them bringing more souls into the flock. “Feed my sheep.”
From an emotional aspect - We can pray with/and/ for someone going through a difficult time, perhaps a loss of some kind or even the death of a loved one and we can assure them of the joy and tenderness of Jesus and help them emotionally through that tough time. Maybe just providing a listening ear. Reminding them of the goodness and love of God. Feed my Sheep.
Either and all of these things depends upon what God is calling US as individuals to do to “Feed my Sheep”. Castro “feed my sheep” Wow! Just three words! When Jesus told Peter to “Feed my Sheep” Peter had no idea that some 2,000 years later we would still be following that same instruction!
I’m so thankful that Peter decided to come back to Jesus and that Jesus not only gave him a 2nd chance after Peter denying him but Jesus also provided not only forgiveness but instruction to help others. And that’s what I think we are to do today. Seek forgiveness and help others.
In Isaiah 53 verse 6, it says, “All we like sheep, have gone astray...” In Romans 10:13 we know His promise that “Everyone who calls on the Name of the Lord shall be saved.” The love, tenderness, AND commitment of Jesus to His sheep,...US..... is also described in Luke 15:4-7 where Jesus tells the parable of the lost sheep and says the Shepherd caring for 100 sheep would leave the 99 to find the one lost sheep. Is that you? Is that me? In John 10, it talks about Jesus being the Good Shepherd and will lay down His life for His sheep...that is US! That is YOU! That is ME! That’s everyone who calls upon the Name of Jesus! But let’s also remember, to bring this about, Jesus was referred to as “The lamb of God” in John 1:29, “who takes away the sin of the world.” While thinking of something as tender as a lamb, people in that timeframe were also reminded of taking a lamb to be slaughtered as a sacrifice for their sin, just as Jesus, the Lamb of God, was sacrificed for the sin of the world. Yours and mine. Thank You, Jesus for loving us, caring for us, forgiving us and for the instruction for us to continue to “Feed my sheep”.
Dr. Kathleen B. Oden is an author, missionary, and Bible teacher. She has been the Administrator of God’s House of Refuge Church & School of Evangelism, for 25 years. Dr. Oden attained a Doctorate degree in Christian Theology in 2000. After a bad fall in 2014, she realized that she had to start eating healthy, in order to fully recover. She became a Certified Health Minister and a Certified Essential Oil Coach. She loves ministering to people and God gave her a health ministry called, Create AnewU Health Ministry. Her health ministry has opened the door for her to share what the WORD OF GOD has to say about eating healthy. Dr. Oden has published over 20 books through Amazon.com and several of them are about health and wellness. https://createanewuhealthministry.com
By Dr. Kathleen Oden
The process an oyster endures to create a pearl is very fascinating and serves as a beautiful metaphor for how the suffering that we Christians experience leads to beauty and value. When something like a grain of sand gets into an oyster’s shell, it causes the oyster to be uncomfortable and irritated. The oyster begins to coat whatever is causing it to be irritated with layers of a substance called nacre, (sounds like maker) also known as mother-of-pearl. Over time, these layers build up around whatever is irritating the oyster, and it becomes a pearl. This process is not quick; it can take several years for a pearl to be created. Apostle Paul was irritated by something so he prayed and asked the Lord to remove it. However, that did not happen as we can see from… 2 Corinthians 12:9, “And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
This structure allows nacre to be both strong and resilient, capable of withstanding physical impacts and chemicals. The process is not only a defense mechanism but also a testament to the resilience and adaptability of nature. Spiritually, the process of nacre is similar to how trials and tribulations can lead to growth and beauty in a Christians life. Just as the oyster transforms something that is irritating them into a beautiful pearl, we can also be transformed and made stronger by the power of God when we need to stand in faith.
Just as nacre, or mother of pearl, is created through the oyster’s resilience and adaptability to its environment, our pursuit of health and wellness requires a similar resilience and adaptability to life’s challenges. Incorporating practices such as balanced nutrition, regular physical activity, adequate rest, and stress management techniques are foundational to building our health and wellness.
However, the spiritual aspect, like the spiritual transformation described in the process of nacre formation, plays a pivotal role. It involves cultivating a deep connection with God, allowing His grace to fortify us, and embracing trials as opportunities for growth. This spiritual resilience enables us to withstand life’s physical impacts and chemicals… the external and internal challenges we face.
And, just as the oyster’s endurance leads to the creation of a beautiful pearl, our spiritual and physical disciplines can lead to a state of wellness that radiates from the inside out, reflecting the beauty and strength of our character. Through this holistic transformation, we not only achieve a state of health and wellness but also embody the beauty and power of our faith, much like the precious pearls formed by oysters.
Just as the oyster endures irritation and discomfort to create something beautiful, Christians are also called to endure sufferings, knowing that Gods grace is sufficient when we allow the Holy Spirit to use our experiences to produce something valuable within us, transforming our character, giving us perseverance, and ultimately, helping us to look like, act like and talk like Jesus. Spiritual transformation can be painful, however it leads to spiritual maturity and beauty that reflects the glory of God. NO PAIN NO PEARLS MEANS NO POWER
*Ingredients:**
- 1 cup pearl barley
- 2 cups vegetable broth
- 1 sweet potato, cubed
- 1 red bell pepper, sliced
- 1 zucchini, sliced
- 1 tablespoon olive oil
- Salt and pepper, to taste
- 1 avocado, sliced
**Dressing:**
- 2 tablespoons olive oil
- 1 tablespoon lemon juice
- 1 teaspoon honey
- 1 garlic clove, minced
- Salt and pepper, to taste
**Instructions:**
1. Preheat oven to 400°F (200°C). Toss sweet potato, red bell pepper, and zucchini with olive oil, salt, and pepper. Spread the vegetables on a baking sheet and roast for 20-25 minutes, or until tender and slightly caramelized.
2. Rinse pearl barley under cold water. In a saucepan, bring the vegetable broth to a boil. Add the pearl barley, reduce heat to low, cover, and simmer for 30-35 minutes, or until the barley is tender and the liquid is absorbed.
3. Prepare the dressing by whisking together olive oil, lemon juice, honey, minced garlic, salt, and pepper in a small bowl.
4. In a large bowl, combine the cooked pearl barley with the roasted vegetables. Add the sliced avocado. Drizzle with the dressing and gently toss to combine.
This dish not only nourishes the body but also symbolizes the beauty and strength that come from enduring life’s challenges, much like the formation of a pearl.
Mike Buchanan is an author andfreelance writer. His love for writing and poetry, along with his passionto be of help to cancer patients, inspired him to author the book “Mountains ofHope: Surrounding the Valley of Cancer.” This inspirational book provides dailydoses of encouragement for those challenged by the disease. He recentlypublished his most recent book, Feeling Down? Look Up!! Mike is also a featuredcontributing writer for several Christian magazines. Mike and his wife,Darlene, live in Buckeye, Arizona.
By Mike Buchanan
Freak, monster, accident victim. Unclean, sinner, impure. Labels. We’ve all used them. Chances are we’ve all had them used on us. They’ve been around since words have existed. Applied to inanimate objects or non-humans, they can be quite useful (i.e., hammer, tree, horse, etc.). Applied to our fellow humans, they can be life-giving at best, death-dealing at worst. I would suggest to you, that biblically, they should be used on our brothers and sisters to build them up more than to tear them down.
As a reminder (like y’all need it, ha!), I ain’t no cemetery, er, I mean, seminary-type trained theologian. I come from the redneck schools of doctrine. Basically, I am, in the words of Jeff Foxworthy “gloriously unsophisticated”. The Bible says it, I go with it. Some university-trained yayhoo sez something different then quotes a paraphrased verse or two to back it up, (or tries to use a few verses from King Jimmy or some from the NIV), I’m still gonna pray about what I think the Lord meant when the Holy Ghost inspired the guys to write it in the first place, cool? Cool. Okay, here we go. Again! (Because FYI this might sound familiar to something else I wrote.)
We as a society, and worse, as a church, are now trying to label just about everyone we come in contact with these days. Now, this redneck-come-author sees two reasons for it. One, if we label someone, it puts us in generally a place where we are in a position of superiority. I don’t do x, y, or z so I’m holier than that other person, whether they are Christian or not. Simply because I live a life differently than they do, Jesus loves me more. Sound familiar? Check out Luke 18, it was happening in Jesus’ time.
Here’s an executive summary of that portion of scripture. A Pharisee (someone who would be tagged as having it all together religiously) and a tax collector (someone who would be classed as something a Pharisee would let someone else scrape off the Pharisee’s sandal religiously) both went to the local church, or synagogue. The Pharisee said a boastful prayer comparing himself to the sinner. The woeful tax collector asked for mercy. Jesus said the tax collector left in a better state. Read all about it in Luke 18:9-14.
If you’re doing this. Stop. Ask forgiveness from the Lord and the people you’ve done it to and stop. Reconcile. By your love will all men know that you are His disciples. Not your works, not your words, not your sanctimony (a hifalutin way of saying I’m better than you).
Now I get it. I do. If you label somebody, you get to put ‘em at another table. Someone else can wait on them. Yay? Jesus’d tell you to get off your butt and wash their feet.
Some of y’all are screaming “Social gospel! Social Gospel!” I don’t think so, Tim. The “Social Gospel” says come to Jesus and keep sinning. What I’m saying is what Jesus said, come (actually go) and sin no more. We’re just to realize that the whole cleaning up thing is a process. Paul said he became all things to all men, but they were physical descriptors. Sorry, but they were (Jewish, Gentile, strong, weak, etc.). Notice the apostle didn’t stay in any of them, he became all things that me might win some, not he became all things that he might sin some (LGBTQ, alcoholics, abusive, racist, etc). Don’t label someone so you or they have an excuse to start or continue to do wrong.
Jesus said love your enemies. Jesus told the rich to give away all their belongings (instant poverty). Jesus told fisherman and a tax collector to quit their jobs and follow him, to become unemployed in a sense. Jesus, The Word, redefined words. He asks us to do the same.
Not your label not your table? Maybe Jesus’s Word makes Him not your Lord. Wait, did I use my not inside my head voice, and you read that?
Now what, Francis? Now you need to decide what it means for you. Do you continue to look for ways to avoid people or include them? Do you look for ways to tell people their sins don’t matter or do you love them enough to say Jesus can make them whole without judging them? Neither answer is easy. Taking up a cross never is. Thankfully, The Master promised to be in a yoke with us if we will let Him. He hung on His cross by Himself with us on His Mind.
You’ve been hurt by words. You haven’t been, but you’ve never been told what you’re doing is wrong. Here’s the thing. Jesus died for both of you. He died for me, too. He died for all of us. He wants to make you complete. His Love is the only thing that can. Will you accept it? Ask Him to forgive you for everything you’ve ever done that hasn’t pleased Him. You don’t need to make a detailed list. He knows. Just let Him know you need His Forgiveness. Tell Him you want Him to be your Lord and Savior, and ask Him to come into your heart and start living for Him. Then tell someone. Shalom (peace).
YEAH!
By Karen Ruhl
I was very blessed to be able to drive to Ohio for a family reunion. While there, I visited a couple of lakes in the area and got a few shots. The trip was nice but I was so happy to be home. Ohio is in a draught and the lakes were very low, yet still so very pretty.
I hope you and your family can get out and take rides. Enjoy.
The lakes are still beautiful even with the low water levels. On these two days, I was fascinated by the beautiful clouds. One might look and think rain is in the future, but it remained dry the entire time I was visiting.
On the next page, I have a photo of a barn. I also love to ake abandoned buildings (above) and barns. Ok, there isn’t much I don’t like shooting!
by Gena Barnhill
Reviewed by Karen Ruhl
Gena and her husband, Press, are involved in the healing prayer ministry. Throughout this book, there is helpful information on how to understand your past and how it impacts you today.
I do recommend this book and want to show you some of what is inside:
--recognize the profound impact of generational patterns and beliefs --learn how to unravel the hidden chains of negative ancestral influences --understand how to overcome and heal from past hurts --recognize lies that have held you captive --discover the keys to break free from these constraints --encounter God’s truth --learn the importance of forgiveness for your freedom --learn how to embrace a life of authentic freedom and purpose— a life filled with hope and transformation
I believe this book is one that should be read over and over and shared with your family.
One of the 34 5 star reviewers says this:
I love this book because it is filled with scriptures and answers that deal with so many negative influences in our daily lives such as fear, abandonment, poverty, anxiety and anger, just to name a few, and it reveals truths to the lies we believe about ourselves that keep us burdened and down. Once truth is revealed and received, it brings an unexplainable joy and peace within our hearts. This is the kind of book you want to keep near your bed, easily accessible when you need a helping hand to resolve the various hurdles in life.
Curl up with a hot coffe/tea or your preference and read through this book taking stops to pray over what you are learning. I will be reading this over again!
By ACFW South Carolina Lowcountry Chapter Members
The ACFW(American Christian Fiction Writers) South Carolina Lowcountry Chapter has compiled a second anthology. Each story shares elements of love, hope, faith, and the joy of Christmas. The settings include landmarks such as local churches, a famous theater, the beach, and other historical places.
Charleston, South Carolina is known as the “Holy City” of the South. In these heartwarming stories, the reader enters into the lives of people experiencing mysteries, the possibility of new love, lifechanging events, and much more.
These are stories that can be read again and again. The book is a great gift, too. Proceeds from the first six months of sales will go to RISE, a charity that helps men dealing with poverty, homelessness, and addiction. RISE stands for Restored, Ignited, Supported, and Empowered to flourish by the grace of Jesus Christ.
My story in the anthology is “Sunrise Shells and Christmas Bells”. Lana has experienced the loss of her husband due to illness and a hurricane that almost destroyed her home. While life continues, Lana becomes involved in a mystery and possibly a new love. “Sunrise Shells and Christmas Bells” brings love, faith in God, and hope for the future.
I hope you have time to read this book. I pray you will be blessed by each story.
The book is available on Amazon. https://a.co/d/6ebqmx7 and other retailers. Reviews on Amazon, Goodreads, Bookbub, and other sites are welcome and appreciated.
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A Tribute to The Flowering Bridge and all of the Master Gardeners who worked daily to bring us this beautiful place to visit.
My heart is truly broken by the devastation from the flooding. It not only took out the bridge, but the entire town of Chimney Roack.
Please take some time to pray over all who lost much.
by Karen Ruhl
Sadly, the parkway has been closed until further notice due to downed trees and damage along