A More Merciful Response

Snarled Christmas traffic surrounded us. Impatient drivers showed little evidence of the Christmas spirit as my granddaughters and I drove to our house. The agitated drivers reminded them of a recent incident.

“When a man pulled out in front of daddy, he honked. The man raised his fist,” Ashlyn said.

While we discussed proper responses to poor drivers, a soft voice came from the backseat.

In a quiet voice, Emily stated, “I prayed for him. Mean people have something wrong with them so I prayed for him.”

Reinforcing her response, I answered. “Yes, people who are mean might be sad. Something might have happened to them and they take it out on other people. It’s good to pray for them.”

Emily’s five year old wisdom stopped me. How many times have I been annoyed when someone cut me off in traffic, pushed ahead in line, or said an unkind word? Did I want to retaliate or pray for them?

My young granddaughters continue to amaze me, lift me up, and strengthen my faith. God bless the children.

The Real Christmas Card

Stench from the animals wrinkled their noses. Animal dung clung to well worn sandals. Pushing the animals aside, the couple entered the crowded cave.

One small candle illuminated a small portion of the stable. A spot on the floor served as a lumpy maternity bed. With partially fresh hay, the stone manger turned into a makeshift crib. The weary travelers made the best of their circumstances.

No one sends Christmas cards showing the real nursery. Human minds can’t comprehend a king’s birthplace being so shabby, unsanitary, and tarnished. On cards, in paintings, and in minds, it is beautiful and serene.

Jesus’ life on Earth began in humble circumstances. He walked dirty, rut filled roads to be with His people. Instead of towering He knelt close by.

He isn’t a baby in a glorious manger but a Savior who continues to walk with us through the messes of our lives.

What a wondrous gift we have received.

Luke 2: 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people.”

Merry Christmas.

Unexpected Pregnancy

Each day his rough hands formed wood and stone into useful items. A hard but honest occupation. With his engagement and approaching marriage, life was good.

Instantly, it changed. “Joseph, I’m pregnant.”

His sweet, innocent Mary. How could she do such a thing? Who was the father? What would his family say? What would the elders do? Penalties were severe. Would she be stoned?

A decision formed. He wouldn’t marry her but divorce her quietly. Perhaps she wouldn’t be harmed.

That night, rumpled blankets and anxious thoughts kept him company. Finally, he fell into a fitful sleep.

In a dream, an angel spoke. “Joseph, take Mary as your wife. The baby, conceived by the Holy Spirit, will be named Jesus. This fulfills prophecy.”

Joseph sat up, and the dream replayed in his mind. Did he really see an angel? Was he imagining the visit? Even though the story seemed unbelievable, peace engulfed him. He knew the angel’s words were true. Mary would be his wife, and he would protect her.

Mary’s story confirmed his decision. She had also been visited by an angel.

Though not an educated man, Joseph was trustworthy and faithful. He lovingly cared for the young, pregnant girl on a long, difficult journey to Bethlehem. In desperation he searched and searched for a suitable room with no success. Finally, he secured a place in a smelly stable. Though dark and cold, it was sufficient.

With Mary settled onto the hay, the baby was born. Into the manger she lovingly placed the tiny child. Footsteps sounded outside.

Humble shepherds entered the cave and reverently gathered around the baby. Again, angels had proclaimed wondrous news.

Away from harmful gossip, Joseph secured a home in Bethlehem for his small family. He found work, and they settled into a normal life.

Months later more unfamiliar footsteps. A caravan gathered outside the unassuming home. Dressed in expensive robes, the men descended from their camels. Holding gifts they stood before the inquisitive toddler. Another incredible story unfolded about following a star. They bowed before the child and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. The astonished couple had never seen such wealth.

Another restless night came to Joseph as he remembered the visit of the magi. Again, an angel spoke to him. “Joseph, take the child and his mother to Egypt. Herod wants to kill the child.”

Obediently, Joseph again followed instructions. The new plan caused more disruptions for life in an unknown, faraway culture.

After settling into a new home, another dream came to Joseph. The angel said, “Herod is dead. Return to Israel.”

Off again. The dutiful couple packed up and moved along dusty roads to another home.

Once more, an angel talked to Joseph. “Herod’s son is also a harsh ruler.”

Therefore, Joseph bypassed Bethlehem and settled his family further north in Nazareth.

Time after time, Joseph heard amazing angelic proclamations. Instead of ignoring the calls, he listened and obeyed. Little was written about Joseph. However, his life displayed strength, obedience, and perseverance through astounding trials and difficulties.

His normal, quiet life erupted with the first angelic proclamation. His love for his family overcame his own comfort and stability. His role was crucial in the birth and early life of Jesus. God knew his heart.

Unexpected Fruit

Teeny ripples formed a corduroy lake below an azure sky. Twitters and tweets drifted from towering pines. Burnt orange berries decorated the garden. After days at the hospital, the peaceful garden offered solitude for reflection.

Within the beauty and peacefulness, a lanky, withered tomato plant caught my eye. Its growth exceeded the height of the supporting stake so dead stems hung downward. When I started to pull it from the ground, I noticed blooms.

During its vibrant stage, the poor plant only produced three cherry tomatoes. Why not let it remain and see what would happen?

Inspection a few days later stunned me. Twenty tiny tomatoes clung tightly to the ends of the stems. Only a few motley leaves hung on the struggling plant. Nothing about the specimen offered hope. Nevertheless, the tomatoes grew.

With daily waterings and bright sunshine, the unexpected fruits grew and ripened. What appeared to be dead produced an abundant harvest.

When the plant was healthy I expected many fruits. However, there were only a few. Evidently, all of its strength and nutrition nurtured only the plant itself. Likewise, some people are so self centered there is nothing left to produce good fruit or to help others.

Like my dismal plant, some lives are so damaged and broken that they appear defeated and broken. They want to give up and others may also give up on them.

Then blooms emerge and fruits form. Because of their trials and hardships, compassion increases. Appreciation, for even small things, makes them thankful. God’s love shines through them as they bless others.

My withered plant reminds me to not give up.


“But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.” Galatians 5: 22-23 NIV


Heavenly Father, help us look at the fruit of each person’s life and not just the outward appearance. Amen

Unanticipated Blessings

Confinement. Pain. Limitations. All contribute to frustration, weariness, and apprehension.

Alan’s convalescence from hip surgery swings from bad to pretty good to uncomfortable to fair to crummy to tolerable. Each day brings ups and downs.

Even on the not so good days, we are grateful for every tiny bit of progress. Larger steps, longer walks, less shuffling, better balance, reduced pain. Competent doctors, compassionate nurses, firm but kind therapists, both in the hospital and at home, remind us continually of the blessings from exceptional medical care.

Sick and disabled citizens of poor countries come to mind when we see our well staffed hospitals, pharmacies of drugs, and aids like walkers and canes. Many people around the world have little or no access to adequate medical treatments. Deaths occur from common diseases and infections. A new hip would only be an impossible dream.

Each day brings peace and hope as improvements come, wounds heal, and no complications develop. In only a week, major changes have occurred.

Our routines have changed dramatically, and life has slowed to a crawl. With fewer distractions and nowhere to go, small things become more important. A glass of ice water tastes delicious. A Christmas movie is special entertainment. Time together becomes a treasure.

God’s creation seems more extraordinary. Sunrises are more beautiful. The lake becomes exceptionally lovely. Leaves sparkle. Oranges ripen. Flowers brighten. Unfolding days deliver answers for continuing healing. Thankfulness for unanticipated blessings fill days even in the valleys.

Isaiah 40:31 But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles. They shall run and not be weary. They shall walk and not faint. (NJV)

Romans 8:28 And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. (NKJ)

Heavenly Father, thank you for blessing us over and over even in the middle of trials and pain. Amen

Why Worry?

Anticipation. Glimpses of fear. Excitement. Complications.

Throw away the contacts and have nearly perfect eyesight. The rewards outweighed the risks. Fear was put aside, and I put my eyes in the hands of a master. His training and experience gave me confidence in the outcome.

Likewise, I have put my life into the hands of the ultimate Master. Unfortunately, fear of the unknown sometimes causes worry and trepidation. When I know and trust Him, fear should cease.

Only He knows the final result. Imagination writes all sorts of unpleasant endings. Worry and dread intensify pain and hide joyful opportunities but don’t change outcomes. They only make the journey more unpleasant and complicated.

Philippians 4: 6-7 “Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns. Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life.” (MSG)

Heavenly Father, as I go through the day, help me to pray and rely on your care. Amen

Really?? No Pain??

With his hand poised, the doctor jammed the needle toward her bone. When he couldn’t penetrate it, another doctor forced the long spike through skin, muscle and bone. He succeeded in withdrawing bone marrow for the biopsy.

When the oncologist announced the need for another bone marrow biopsy, my family wondered why. With leukemia, diabetes, arthritis and other issues, my mom had been through so many tests and pain. She had been told previously that she would never have to endure another one. What happened?

The doctor explained that he couldn’t determine why her condition had worsened and the medications weren’t helping. He hoped the biopsy would give clues.

I was concerned about the pain of the upcoming test. Since Alan and I would be out of the country with no internet access, we wouldn’t know how it went until we got home.

I couldn’t be there but knew that God would be. I prayed that the test would go well and that she wouldn’t have intense pain. Over and over I prayed.

After the ship pulled in, I called. “How was your biopsy?”

“My doctor couldn’t get the needle into my bone. Another doctor had to do it,” she answered.

She continued as my mind filled with horrible scenes of terrible pain from the probing needles.

“They kept numbing it and I didn’t even have a tear.”

I was amazed. Her previous tests brought overpowering pain and tears. God answered the prayers. Miraculous.

Reflecting on the answer, I realized that my prayers are often too general. Be with so and so. Heal them. Watch over them. Give peace.

A specific prayer for reduced pain was answered. What a blessing for my already weak mother.

God listens to all requests both big and small. We pray and God determines the answers.

John 14: 13 And whatever you ask in My name, that I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son.

Dear Father, thank you for answered prayers. You are the one who determines what we need. Amen

11/11/11

An ill equipped, poorly trained young man in ragged clothing fought to establish our country. Only a few years later, another war brought soldiers together to protect our newly formed nation.

Over the years, locations changed to foxholes in Europe, jungles in Asia, the sky over the Middle East, oceans of the Pacific... Both on American soil and around the world, our armed forces have sacrificed and served courageously.

Never has everyone agreed on policies, strategies, and involvements. Politicians debate. Citizens protest and argue. Lives continue on. All possible because of men and women who serve in the armed forces.

No matter what our views are on present involvements, we should all agree to show appreciation to our veterans. Each of their lives has been altered, families changed, and dreams often dashed. Yet, they continue.

Reach out to a veteran. Make a phone call. Buy a meal. Visit a friend or nursing home. Send a card or email. Fly a U.S. flag. Say a prayer.

God bless America and our veterans. Thank you to all who have served and are serving.

How Old???

Officially a senior citizen. A Medicare card. Starting at forty, my fast forward button stuck and years sped by. How did it happen?

As a child, I longed to be older. Looking ahead when I could go to school, ride a bike, date, drive, attend college, get married, have children ... There was always an enticement just ahead. Life was simple, safe, and usually smooth.

Appreciation for those times came later. Now I remember fondly the endless stamina, smooth skin, flexible limbs, firm body, clear eyes, and unclouded memory. Occasional aches dissipated quickly. Delightful times with family and close friends produced pleasant memories. Small town life in Indiana sheltered me from turmoils of the world.

Bubbles burst and the insulation ripped apart. Pain, heartache, and uncertainty crept in. But they weren’t alone. Boundless opportunities and exciting possibilities appeared.

Sixty-five is no longer considered the end of life but the launch into another stage. Steps slow, memories falter, bones creak, eyes dim and hearing fades. No longer are excuses needed for dust on furniture and weeds in gardens. Resting in the afternoon is normal. Simple meals suffice and eating out becomes routine. Volunteering replaces stressful jobs. Alarm clocks rest. Playing involves grandchildren. Spontaneous, fun activities overtake boring chores. A sense of humor is essential.

Each day is a treasure to be cherished. Instead of lamenting the past, I plan to embrace the future.

The Sandwich

With one hand, he opened the door for us. In his other hand, he clutched a cardboard sign. Homeless.
My two older granddaughters and I thanked him as we walked into McDonalds. He stayed outside while we ordered our lunch. We ate. He sat.
His plight tugged at me. We talked about his situation and how difficult it must be.
“We’ll buy him a sandwich,” I told them. What kind of grandmother would I be to ignore him?
“I’ll go get it,” Caitlynn said quickly with a smile. “Can I take it out to him?”
“No, we’ll wait until we leave.”
When we looked outside, he was gone. However, another homeless man had appeared at the curb with his small dog.
As we started toward him, Caitlynn took her sister’s hand. “What do I say?”
“Tell him we have a sandwich for him. Look him in the eye,” I answered.
The two teenagers approached the unkempt man on the curb. He looked up.
She thrust the small bag at him and said, “Here is a sandwich for you.”
“Thank you.”
“We never know what people have been through,” Caitlyn said as we returned to our car.
How right she was. For anyone, especially teenagers, to look beyond themselves was an important discovery. Few words but important lessons. Reach out to touch lives and feel compassion. Let people know they are special and not just an annoyance. Children learn from our actions more than our words.

Matthew 18: 4-6 “Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and be drowned in the depths of the sea.”

Dear Father, show me how I can be an example of your love. Amen

The Clarificatiion

“Grandma, can we go on the carousel?”

“Emily, mommy told us not to ask,” her older sister Ashlyn admonished.

Undaunted, Emily continued. “Mommy said not to ask if we could go on the carousel. Mommy said not to ask if we could go on the train. Mommy didn’t say that we couldn’t go if someone asked us.”

While struggling to keep a straight face, I looked into her little face. Her five year old mind had the perfect solution. Listen to mommy but let grandma know that participating would be fine.

As adults don’t we sometimes use the same reasoning? The tax code didn’t actually mean that. No one at work said that it couldn’t be used at home. It wasn’t really a lie; he just didn’t ask that exact question. That wasn’t gossip; just a detailed prayer request.

Proverbs 16: 2 All a man’s ways seem innocent to him, but motives are weighed by the Lord.

Dear Lord, guide me to do what is right and not twist the truth. Amen

The Horrific Experience

While looking out the window, a terrible tragedy unfolded in front of me. With no warning, the roof and walls of a tall building collapsed by the power of a raging flash flood. I was paralyzed.

“We have to close the window!” I screamed.

Just as the latch snapped shut, water reached to the seventh story window and continued rising. Like staring into a gigantic aquarium, I peered through the window in disbelief. An awful realization hit.

“We’re trapped. How can we get out?” I wailed.

Before I could devise a plan or faint from fright, the nightmare ended. For several minutes, the horrific scene played over and over in my mind.

Before bed the night before, the evening news showed the horrendous crash of a stage at the Indiana State Fair. While the reporter told the details, the shocking scene played over and over. The tragic event caused a heavy heart for the victims, their friends and families. My home state grieved. So did I.

Unconsciously, that horrific experience festered in my sleeping mind. Thankfully, the dream only occurred once but still had an impact.

Both good and bad experiences mold us. Whatever is allowed into our lives influences our thoughts and actions. A diet of trashy or violent movies, books, and computer sites can cause acceptance in real life. Cursing, sarcasm, and putdowns affect relationships. If all of this affects adults, think how it shapes children and young people. In our anything goes society, we are surrounded by unpleasant and disturbing events and situations. It takes an effort to ignore and avoid them.

Whatever is put inside rattles around and often comes out in unexpected, unhealthy ways. Garbage in. Garbage Out.

Proverbs 4: 14-15 Do not set foot on the path of the wicked or walk in the way of evil men. Avoid it, do not travel on it.

Dear Lord, guide us and protect us from the evils of the world. Amen

A Tragic Secret

A long haired, young man lives in a rundown trailer with his grandmother and hordes of little cousins but hopes to become President. A teenaged girl wants to further her education but became a teenaged mother. An intelligent eleven year old was saved from suicide by her brother who found her hanging. Each one strives to escape the poverty and hopelessness of their culture.
With each story on 20/20 with Diane Sawyer, memories returned. I was there again. Though it had been a few years since my mission trip to the huge South Dakota Pine Ridge Reservation, conditions had not improved.
Excessive unemployment, rampant alcoholism, and extremely high numbers of diabetics plague Native Americans. When land was confiscated, their way of life disintegrated. The government yanked children from families and forced them into boarding schools to “civilize” them. Motivation and self respect declined. Little help was offered. Few seemed to care.
My eyes were opened during our week there. Our team was based at an isolated Christian school down a long dirt road. Part of our work included surveying families of children attending the school. The director wanted information so specific help could be given.
Some of the questions stunned me. We were in America not a third world country. Do you have electricity? Do you have running water?
Their answers appalled me. Some did not have electricity in their old trailers. Several also had no running water. How could they raise their children adequately without those necessities?
At a neatly kept home, my Native American companion and I entered the small living room. Smiling, but curious faces, welcomed us.
“How many people live here?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” the lady replied. Then she began counting. Finally, a large number was given.
Her home was in a well kept area but many weren’t. Scattered trailers dotted the rugged countryside. Old tires held down roofs. Government housing near Wounded Knee appeared to be in fairly good condition.
A sense of hopelessness and despair permeated much of the area. Though we met friendly, smiling people, stories abounded of unseen trials and difficulties. The recent 20/20 episode showed the country what we experienced on our church mission. Unfortunately, many other reservations have similar problems. The plight of Native Americans is a tragic secret to many Americans.
When homelessness in my county was exposed on 20/20 a few months ago, people responded. Work is being done to help. I pray that the same will happen for children on the reservations. Education, jobs, and programs for addictions will bring lasting change.
Go to www.abcnews.com and click on Diane Sawyer. There are video clips along with other information about the children, the reservation, and ways to help.
If anyone knows of groups there that are offering assistance, please let me know. I no longer have a contact in that area.

We Need a Bible Story

“Grandma, let’s play a game,” said Ashlyn.
“You have to brush your teeth and get your pajamas on first. It’s almost time for you to go to bed,” I answered.
After a song and prayer, little Molly snuggled down with her pacifier and baby. Then I concentrated on the two older girls. I knew the game had to be short since I tried to follow their parents’ instructions on bedtimes.
“As soon as the game’s over, you have to go to bed,” I reminded them. I knew there was a routine of reading a book, singing, reading the Bible and praying but hoped they would forgo it since time was slipping away.
Our Uno game began. Emily and I gathered a fist full of cards while Ashlyn’s decreased. Then she had to draw, and I saw that the game would not end for their 8:30 bedtime.
“After one more round, we have to stop. Whoever has the least cards will win.”
Reluctantly, they agreed. Ashlyn won.
I hurried them off to bed and reminded them it was past 8:30. They scrambled to bed. I prayed and leaned over to kiss Emily. Ashlyn had to stretch down from her top bunk for a kiss.
The clock was blinking from an electrical outage. I had to fix that. The fan had to be turned on. Finally, the light went off.
“Goodnight, girls. It’s past your bedtime,” I repeated a few times.
With the door closed, I sighed. We were only a little late.
As I walked away, I heard a voice.
I opened the door. “You aren’t supposed to call me after you go to bed.”
“But grandma, we didn’t read a Bible story,” Ashlyn said sadly.
“We played a game and now it is time for bed,” I reminded them.
Stubbornly, Emily added, “I won’t go to sleep until mommy comes home and reads a Bible story.”
Knowing Emily’s determination, I relented. She would not go to sleep which would be worse than being a few more minutes late.
Three Bibles laid on their bookshelf. My mind searched for a short story.
“Grandma, the little Bible has stories that are only two pages,” Ashlyn said.
Quickly, I found the story of Noah which was appropriate after two days of continuous rain. The girls could have recited by heart the story and questions that followed. After reading the accompanying prayer, they were satisfied.
Two more kisses and the light went out. Two happy girls and a grandma who received another sermon from her granddaughters.
If only adults were so adamant and faithful in reading the Bible each night.

A Modern Miracle

A handful of dirt. Spit. Mixed together a paste formed. An unsanitary, filthy concoction. The strange mess covered two sightless eyes. As it fell from the unseeing eyes, shadowy forms appeared. With another application, the world opened. The touch of a gentle hand transformed darkness into light. A healing miracle of Jesus over two thousand years ago.
Surrounded by black clad technicians, strange machinery, and the overhead lights, I lay on a table staring upward and wondering what I was doing. My doctor positioned my head and began his work and commentary.
“This will hold your eye open.”
“Stare at the green light.”
“You’ll feel some pressure.”
“One is done.”
His explanations helped. Before each step, I knew what to expect. With one finished, I knew it would not be much longer. My anxiety lessened.
“We’re done. You did great.”
Slowly I rose and walked to another room where Alan waited. In less than fifteen minutes, the procedure was over.
With blurry eyes, I scanned the room. My vision was worse than before the surgery. Would it get better?
Gradually, as the drops were absorbed, I could see more clearly.
More instructions.
“Follow the directions for the drops.”
“Wear dark glasses.”
“Put the shields on at night.”
“Come back in the morning for the follow-up.”
After an initial period of discomfort, I emerged from the blurry world. White blobs across the lake turned into ducks. Our T.V. became 3-D. Leaves appeared on faraway trees. All day I marveled at the changes.
For more than fifty years, glasses and contacts had been my constant companions. Fogged lenses, unclear, and missing contacts became part of my life. Phone calls were made. At church the story was related over and over. My new gift had to be shared.
Even though no grimy paste covered my eyes, a miracle happened. Modern inventions, capable assistants, and a competent doctor worked together to restore my sight. Some people only believe in Biblical miracles, but I believe that God still performs miracles today. The process may have changed but the results can be the same. How blessed I am for the gift of sight.

Mark 8: 22-25 and John 9: 1-12.

Heavenly Father, thank you for sight and the miracles performed in your name-even now. Amen

The Foghorn

Blarrrrrrre. Blarrrrrre.
Every few minutes the ship’s foghorn blasted through the dense fog. My world shrunk to only a few feet of ocean. From every window, a gray cloud obscured the view.
More booming. No dolphins or whales to watch. Even the sun retreated. My world closed around me.
Were other ships nearby? Would there be a collision? How could the captain maneuver safely?
Then I realized that the constant blaring alerted other ships to our location and was a source of protection. Instead of being a disturbance, the foghorn became a comfort. With the modern instruments and his knowledge, the Captain knew what to do to navigate the ship.
Sometimes lives are closed off by depression, grief, shame, guilt, rejection, or inadequacy. Stepping out into the uncertain fog of life seems too hard or even dangerous. Remaining isolated feels easier.
Like a foghorn, the Bible provides protection from the world. Jesus is the Captain who leads to make the voyage less frightening and the way more clear.

Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. (NIV)

Father, guide me through the fogs of life. Thank you for your Word. Amen

A Surprising Missionary

“Amen.”
Alan and I looked up to see who joined us in prayer. A blonde server smiled shyly. “Are you Christians?” she asked.
After we answered, she said she was too. Her story unfolded. She had attended a missionary school in Ukraine, affiliated with a school in Iowa, Alan’s home state. While at home in Ukraine, she was involved in clown ministry. She also worked as a missionary with Muslim children in Lebanon. Unfortunately, because of the poor economy, her support dwindled, and she returned home to Ukraine.
Her decision to work on a cruise ship came because she wanted to help her family. Most of her money was sent home to reduce medical bills from her father’s bout with cancer. Thankfully, her father recovered.
After only a short time onboard the ship, she realized that it was not for her. Many of the other crew did not share her Christian values. She missed fellowship with other Christians and wasn’t able to attend Bible studies because of her schedule. She longed to return to her work with children.
Her story touched us. Each day we talked as long as we could without keeping her from her duties. I gave her my daily devotionals, a Guidepost magazine, and a book of Psalms that I had brought to study.
After that first meeting, she explained what an encouragement we had been to her. We noticed that she smiled more and always stopped to talk.
The last night her dinner duty was behind the dessert buffet and not working the tables. After we talked for a minute, she said she would like to give me a hug but couldn’t because of her job. I gave her my email address and asked her to write.
A few minutes later while having a cup of tea, we looked up to see her beside us. Alan said, “She wants to give you a hug.”
I jumped up, and we hugged. After final goodbyes, she returned to her position.
Maybe we will hear from her and maybe we won’t. However, we know that seeds are planted without always seeing the fruits. Meeting and encouraging the young Ukrainian girl was a surprising mission for us. Learning about her mission to her family and to children was a blessing to us.
Opportunities to minister occur everywhere. That door opened when we said a prayer for our meal. What door will open next?

Hebrews 13: 16 “And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.” NIV

Dear Lord, open my eyes to opportunities to minister each day. Thank you for the blessings of knowing people around the world. Amen

Delightful Day in Greenland

Hazy silhouettes of both pointed and rounded mountains enclosed the harbor. A pink and blue sky waited. A gigantic, yellow spotlight illuminated the pale, cloudless sky. Like partially submerged whales, dark islands protruded from the calm, frigid water joined by drifting icebergs. A lone fishing, the only sign of life, boat traveled along the rocky shoreline.

Daylight allowed a clearer view of the of the rocky cliffs, boulders, and deep ravines. Brownish vegetation filled in the gaps. Variations of brown and gray covered the mountains above bluish, gray water.

A turn of the ship brought an explosion of color. Red, blue, yellow, green, violet, and white sprinkled the area. From the sea to the mountain tops, homes, churches, stores, and other businesses clung to the rocks. Laughing at the drab countryside, colorful buildings giggled with delight.

Tenders deposited passengers into the small town of Qaqortog, doubling the population for the day. Bundled in jackets, hats, gloves, and scarves, visitors blended with residents, who entertained with a series of programs.

The largest church, overlooking the harbor with a wall of glass, provided a musical program. The choir of Innuit, many in traditional dress, blended their voices beautifully with no accompaniment.

At the community center, a slide presentation about the country's history, climate, plant and animal life, industry, and future development gave a better perspective on the isolated island.

The speaker, whose grandfather married an Innuit, was both Danish and Innuit. Native Innuit were joined by Vikings for a time, but they disappeared and probably returned to Iceland or Scandinavia. Later the Danish settled there to spread Christianity. The Lutheran Church was the only church until freedom of religion was established a few years ago. For years only Danish and Innuit inhabited the island. However, recently, people from other nations reside there.

Fishing and hunting are the primary industries with fish, shrimp, seals,whales, rabbit, and reindeer. Though shrimp have declined with the warmer waters, cod have increased. Discoveries of various minerals will probably provide a boom to the economy. Negotiations are being held with multinational countries about the rare earth minerals.

A group of kayakers performed maneuvers with their long boats. Wet suits and a second suit, which closed around the boat opening, provided insulation from the freezing water. Flipping over in the icy water, startled onlookers but seemed normal to the residents.

The nearby market displayed the day's catch. White rabbits, blotched by blood, hung rigidly and laid on the wooden table. Inside the small building, marine life waited to be bought. Remains of a seal head, flippers, and innards laid on one table. Another table held sections of four foot speckled catfish. With mouths open, cod piled on a second table. Plastic bags of blubber were also for sale. All parts of the animals are eaten.

Rows of boats, pleasure and fishing, lined the downtown area. Small boats zipped around the fiord. Two helicopters passed near the ship. One the size of a news helicopter. The other one was much larger and circled the ship at very close range like the pilot was trying to peek inside.

A parade of many types of icebergs lined the fiord offering a send off to the ship's passengers. Tiny growlers to huge icebergs. Almost flat to intricate sculptures. One resembled a gigantic igloo ready for Eskimos to enter. Ridges covered the top like someone had pulled a rake over it. A steepled chapel rested with open doors. Another form looked like a pig's head with its snout pointed skyward. Some had been smoothed by the elements while others were chopped and ragged.

Surprisingly, in the southern part of Greenland, icebergs congregate in the spring and summer but not in winter. Ice from Arctic ice fields break off in warmer weather, drift south along the east ern coast of Greenland, and move into fiords with the currents.

Mile after mile of craggy mountains, winding inlets, and sparkling icebergs led the ship back to the open sea. A few swirling, white birds followed. In the distance, hazy mountains blended with low hanging clouds forming an indistinguishable picture.

Instantly, an intense fog enclosed the ship blocking all views of the beautiful seascape. Like the closing of the final curtain, the performance was over.

Sorrowful Reminders

A maze of mostly deserted streets took Alan and me to our destination. Two long fences, one metal and one wooden, blocked the view and held us back. A security guard sat under a white tent. He acknowledged we were at the site marked on our map.
His suggestion took around the large block for a view from the back. Along the way, we pondered the extent of what we planned to see. More barriers separated us from the site. Blocked streets. More guards. Window after window covered by plywood. Offices, apartments, and shops affected.
Tears spilled from my eyes. Ten year old memories surfaced and combined with the scene before me. Words wouldn't come. Heartache and sadness filled me.
Silently we left. Both of us trying to make sense of what we had seen. There were no answers.
Spires of the city's cathedral rose stoically a few blocks away. Our trek took us there. Groups of people quietly stood on the grounds. Clustered in the gardens, piles of red, yellow,purple, and pink flowers formed memorials. Brown leaves and declining blooms showed their age.
Suspended on a line, stuffed animals hung desolately. Instead of being cuddled by young arms, they stared at the flowers below.
One ring of flowers circled a pile of gray rocks. On each stone a red heart honored a heart that had been stilled.
A couple quietly added a bouquet of flowers to the largest mound. They stopped and stared at the ground. We took their place when they left. More tears came. Pictures of smiling, young people lay on the ground. Their lives plucked from the earth like the dying flowers.
Next to us, a mother stood with her three young children. Two elementary age sons listened to her narrative. Suddenly her two year old daughter began crying and crying. As the mother hugged and kissed the little, blond girl, I felt like crying too.
The world for those children had been changed forever like the children in the United States. Innocence and security had been instantly ripped away in a cruel, merciless way.
The Oslo memorials wrung our hearts. We expressed our sadness for their losses to residents of Norway. We understood. Our grief united us.
With the anniversary of America's 9/11 tragedy, our sorrowful reminders combined with the sadness and mourning in Norway. Though we were far from home and not a part of the anniversary remembrances, our experiences in Oslo gave us a memorable tribute to both countries.
Near the church, a letter urged Norwegians to not give up and stay strong. At the end of the letter, four Arabic names were signed. Decent, kind people of all nationalities, cultures, and religions remain in our world and must unite to combat the horrible crimes a few have inflicted on others.

Psalm 107: 28-30 Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper; the waves of the sea were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm, and he guided them to their desired haven. (NIV)

Dear Lord,thank you for your comfort. Help us to remember and give comfort to others.Amen

Another Angel

The gathering looked like an audience for a children’s program. Grandparents, parents, teenagers, and young children waited expectantly. Eyes focused intently on the overhead screens. Videos with joyful music played. Smiles, giggles, and tears followed.
Within the blanket of black covering the sanctuary, a tawny stuffed bear peeked out from the arms of a little girl. How appropriate that the angel bear accompanied her to the memorial service for another angel.
Her comfort was in her stuffed bear while Joseph’s was in knowing Jesus. The faith of the eight year old was voiced by friends who spoke of his life. A parade of speakers took the pulpit--his teacher, classmates, a nurse, his cancer buddy, and several pastors. His short life was crammed with humor, wisdom, and love. It was evident that Joseph touched many lives and shared the love of Jesus, in spite of his long illness.
Joseph’s buddy, David, shared their journey through cancer. After an initial time of anger at God, he accepted Joseph’s death because he knew Joseph was in heaven. They fought similar battles.
No one knows why medicines don’t work and young people die too early. But there are lessons we can learn. Appreciate each person. Enjoy every day. Overlook the small stuff and embrace the important. Know Jesus. Be ready.

Dear Lord, thank you for the life of Joseph and what he taught to those he met. Amen

A Special Doctor

Dressed in a white lab coat, the small doctor made his rounds. His encouragement and engaging smile touched patients and their parents. For years he attended to children in the cancer ward of Arnold Palmer Hospital for Children in Orlando.
He held no medical degree or ever attended college. In fact, most of his schooling took place at home. But his expertise about the procedures and compassion earned respect from those around him.
Dr. Joseph’s second home was the renown hospital. Doctors, nurses, and other staff members became colleagues and friends.
When other children played in parks, attended school, and joined ball teams, Dr. Joseph visited doctors’ offices, endured painful treatments, and stayed in hospital rooms. His compromised immune system and often fragile body kept him from normal childhood activities.
Nevertheless, his spirit soared. When other children at the hospital expressed fear, Dr. Joseph explained procedures and offered hope. Knowing he had endured the same treatments, they listened and were calmed. He made many friends. Some returned home. Some went to heaven.
The cancer ward stripped away the insignificant parts of life. Dr. Joseph knew what was important. He knew Jesus.
Last year at his dad’s funeral, Dr. Joseph circulated during the reception laughing and talking with friends. Hospital staff and patients came to offer support to his family. Though both were dying, Dr. Joseph and his teenaged friend enjoyed each other’s company in spite of their terminal diseases.
As his health declined and treatments refused to work, he continued to visit with family and friends. On good days, he played video games with his three brothers. His pirate birthday party occurred a month early to be sure he could make it. He did survive until his eighth birthday.
Hospice allowed him to be at home with his family at the end. He suffered more pain in his short life than most adults in a normal life time. He probably spread more joy and love of Jesus than most adults too.
Even though we grieve his passing, we celebrate his amazing life. Now his home is with Jesus and his dad.

Tiny Teacher

Molly toddled to the roly poly bean bag. With knees bent as if in prayer, her wee head rested in the middle of the bag. She lifted her head, smiled and returned to the pillow like pouch.
Little legs clamored up the bumpy bag. She plopped onto her back outstretching her little legs and arms. She beamed. Her contentment obvious at overcoming the obstacles.
With determination, she struggled to the top of her mountain. She asked for no help and didn’t even utter her favorite words-up and help-or use sign language for please.
We all laughed at her precious expression as she lay at the crest of her mountain. She paused after reaching her goal and enjoyed the experience. There was no rush to get to the next adventure.
By contrast, adults spend time planning for the future or regretting the past and ignore the present. There is little contentment or satisfaction.
My tiny teacher, Molly, instructs with few words but imparts powerful lessons.

Proverbs 17: 6 “Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.” (NIV)

Philippians 4: 11-13 “... for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.” (NIV)

Father, help us be content in each situation and open to lessons from all of our teachers. Amen

Imperfect Forest

Psalm 139: For you created my inmost being, you knit me together in my mother’s womb, I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.


A forest of trees border the lake. Overhanging limbs caress the water. Towering pines graze the powder blue sky. Bald cypress, pine, myrtle, oak, and citrus cluster like friends at a party.
There is a quiet delight and serenity with the trees as my neighbors. Limbs block harsh sun and offer shade. Branches, trunks, and leaves provide protection, food, and homes for countless wildlife. Together the trees are strong as roots and limbs clasp hands.
When I glance at the whole picture, I see gorgeous, rustic beauty. However, a study of the individual trees gives a totally different perspective.
Across the lake, dead fronds mar a graceful palm. Surrounded by healthy green trees, a bare skeleton detracts. A young pine struggles through adolescence with one side bushy and full while the other is thin and scraggly. An oak, brimming with foliage at the top, in the middle looks like a puzzle with pieces missing.
On closer inspection, not one tree is Disney perfect. Nevertheless, the many imperfections add interest and character making my garden lovely and fascinating.
A sea of humanity reminds me of the forest of trees. From a distance, flaws are not always evident. Up close, they are obvious. Striving for perfect faces, bodies, families and careers, lives are ruined. No one can make it. Unfortunately, many succumb to the pressures and feel inferior.
Constant comparisons produce feelings of worthlessness, depression, and anger or self righteousness, pride, and superiority. None are helpful. All reject the truth.
An acceptance of each person’s uniqueness, as a gift not a burden, forms bonds instead of tearing apart. I imagine the marvelous changes if people would focus on the positive instead of the negative.

Jesus, help me see past the imperfections in myself and others. Amen

A Little Boy's Lunch

As a child, I heard the story over and over. A little boy gave his lunch to Jesus who multiplied it for thousands of hungry people.
While on the Sea of Galilee a few years ago, I saw the grassy hills where Jesus preached. In my mind, I could see groups of people sitting in circles. They talked and ate until they were full. Each bite a miracle from the lunch of a little boy. Jesus prayed, and the food multiplied.
Recently when I read the Bible reference for my daily devotional, one sentence stood out. Never had I noticed it so clearly. Mark 6: 37 “...You give them something to eat.” Wasn’t that Jesus’ job? He, not a little boy, performed miracles.
I underlined the sentence. It spoke to me. I pondered its meaning for a few minutes. Feel compassion and pray but don’t stop there. Do something even if it seems insignificant.
Then I read the devotional that went with the verses. I almost jumped out of my chair. The author wrote, “You give them something to eat.” His commentary matched my own thoughts exactly.
The coincidence was unbelievable. God was definitely speaking to me. Of all the parts of that story, the author and I picked out the same verse. God wanted me to hear it again.
When people say they don’t hear God, I realize that often we don’t listen very well. Many times I have read a Scripture and then heard it right away at church, on the radio, or saw it in my readings. One way God speaks is through the Bible.
More thoughts came to me from the verses. The disciples were told to give the people something to eat. Of course, it was impossible for them to feed thousands, but they took the first step. Jesus made it happen.
I can’t fix every pressing situation that I see, but I can take a step. He performs miracles and wants me to join Him. He might want me to continue working with Him like he did with the disciples. He handed the food to them to distribute. What did they do with the food that was left over? Did it feed more people? How far did they go with that one step that began a journey?

Mark 6: 36-44 “When his disciples thought this had gone on long enough-it was quite late in the day-they interrupted, ‘ We are a long way out in the country, and it’s very late. Pronounce a benediction and send these folks off so they can get some supper.’
Jesus said, ‘You do it. Fix supper for them.’
They replied, ‘Are you serious? You want us to go spend a fortune for their supper?’
But He was quite serious. ‘How many loaves of bread do you have? Take an inventory.’
That didn’t take long. ‘Five,’ they said, ‘plus two fish.’
Jesus got them all to sit down in groups of fifty or a hundred--they looked like a patchwork quilt of wildflowers spread out on the green grass! He took the five loaves and two fish, lifted his face to heaven in prayer, blessed, broke, and gave the bread to the disciples, and the disciples in turn gave it to the people. He did the same with the fish. They all ate their fill. The disciples gathered twelve baskets of leftovers. More than five thousand were at the supper. (MSG)

Dear Lord, give me discernment and wisdom to know what steps to take and in which situations. Guide me in your plan. Amen

A Distorted View

Psalm 32:8 “I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with my eye.” (NKJ)

In the distance, purple spots wiggle in the breeze. Gray blotches dangle from the oak tree. Trees across the lake blend into a huge mass of green. On the bank, a light colored object reflects in the mirrored lake. Its image is as blurry as the original. My sanctuary is like an unfocused movie.
Without contacts or glasses, my distant world looks blurry and uninviting. But within my near world, I can easily read and write. My cup of tea, potted plant, and chair are clear and focused. When my gaze remains close, I am happy and content. I block out the lake, garden, and opposite shore. My tiny world encircles me.
Glasses produce a different view. Distinct trees border the lake. Lovely flowers adorn my garden. A blue heron wades in the shallows. Another world opens.
In addition to the beauty, I see algae floating on the still water. A dead tree languishes in the forest. Weeds crowd my flower beds. Dying herbs grow weary of intense heat. Unruly branches beg for a trim. My glasses expose both beauty and ugliness.
It is tempting to refuse glasses, ignore the world and retreat from unpleasant, horrific situations. However, many opportunities would be missed. Countless situations can be improved or corrected when people work to solve the problems. All can’t be solved, but we can make a difference to someone.
To a child with no school supplies, a filled backpack signals a new start. To a lonely widow, an invitation to dinner lifts the spirit. To a homeless man, a sandwich with a smile, offers hope. To a family with a vigil at the hospital, a meal provides comfort. To a mother worried about a child, a listening ear gives release. To a rebellious teen, a hug begins healing.
Each time someone is assisted, many benefit as the web expands. The world shines and beauty is revealed.

Father, show me clearly the people whose struggles and pain I can help relieve. Help me accept that I can’t change the whole world. Amen

Dismal Tomato Plant

Psalm 119: 37 Turn my eyes away from worthless things; renew my life according to your word.

Once again, I attempted to produce an abundant tomato crop. Following instructions from the local, media gardener, I selected a cherry tomato plant. With a new pot, fresh potting soil, and daily waterings, I thought success would be accomplished.
Leaves flourished. The green plant inched up the wooden stake. Yellow blooms developed. My confidence grew and with plans for the anticipated bounty.
During our recent mission trip, my friend, Bonnie, agreed to babysit my burgeoning plant. Her green thumb is much greener than mine so I knew it was in good hands.
A glass jar stood at our door when we arrived at home. Ugly, black blobs had collapsed on the bottom. My first thought was that the strange creatures had feasted on our grass and someone had left them to show us.
An email from Bonnie stated that there was a story about my tomato plant.
In my small herb garden, a regular tomato plant, with one red tomato, had crumpled to the ground. I assumed her message was about that incident.
I was wrong. She explained that my cherry tomato plant thrived when we first left. One afternoon she noticed the top half stripped of foliage. She and her husband Wells carefully yanked off the disgusting worms before the plant was totally decimated. Their quick action saved it. The jar held the repulsive critters so we could see the perpetrators.
With stick like protrusions on top and full foliage at the bottom, my poor plant was quite a sight. Bonnie felt badly, but I knew it was just another blimp in my often unsuccessful farming career.
The plant returned home. Basking in the sun with daily waterings produced an unexpected result. The stripped portion of the plant became lush and green. The healthy section turned brown and withered. What a surprise!
People can be like my unfortunate tomato plant. Rotten attitudes, unforgiveness, pride, prejudice, self righteousness ... need to be stripped away. After the apparent destruction, growth occurs and a full life is restored. When problems are covered up and denied, lives fade and wither. Though the process of stripping seems harmful, the end result produces new life.

Father, take away the unhealthy portions and replace with a new creation. Amen

Children of the Amazon

Because of flooding during the rainy season, elementary schools along the Amazon often close during that time. With little to do, groups of children monitored the approach of our boat. We were the entertainment for the day.
After our boat docked, boys began a game of football (soccer) along the riverbank. Bare feet ran across the dirt and to the long screen like net crossing one end of the field. It prevented most of the kicks from hitting a cow tethered nearby.
Girls hustled high up into trees to pick fruit. On the ground, they ran up planks connecting their homes to dry ground.
Young children followed Ella, a Brazilian member of our team, like she was a pied piper. Delight showed on their faces as she conversed with them in Portuguese.
News of VBS spread quickly. Bare feet hurried to the church. Short legs dangled from wooden seats. Wide eyes stared at strange visitors. Pews filled with village children.
After Chris’ introduction, we each said our name which the children repeated enthusiastically. Lucas, a team member from Brazil, led the singing as we all tried to join in. I read the story of David and Goliath from a large picture book. Chris translated. We prayed.
With a Bible verse displayed on large cards, Chris helped the children memorize the words. A couple of children said it perfectly.
Chris, our Brazilian director of the VBS, played a few games with the expanding group. Older children,not wanting to be left out, entered the church late or draped themselves onto the windows from outside. All attendees, except the window hangers, spent time coloring pictures. Most took time to color perfectly while a few only scribbled. Some little boys wanted to play the church drums so they had to be moved back to the pews. With a couple of pictures finished, the majority were ready for the next activity.
Bubbles floated around the room with small hands popping them. Outside the church, wayward frisbees hit people, buildings, and even entered the small sanctuary through open windows. Our US teenager, Mike, tried to teach them how to throw, but his instructions weren’t always followed. Giggles and laughter filled the air.
As we wilted in the intense heat, happy children lined up for their candy treat.
Though their world along the river is quite limited, our brief VBS showed them the love of Jesus. Through some words but mostly actions, they knew we cared.
Pray for the riverbank people of the Amazon. Some receive medical boats once a year while others never have. Many villages do have churches, but other people of the Amazon have never been reached with the Gospel at all.

My Magnificent Creation?

A luscious, golden brown cake rose to perfection. The oven light illuminated my magnificent creation.
“Alan, come look at my cake.”
He leaned over to see through the glass door. “That looks great,” he said with a smile.
My cake would help celebrate family birthdays at my parents’ home the following day.
Bzzzzzzzzz. I peeked through the oven door at my masterpiece before removing it. Carefully, I set the pan on the counter and prepared to turn it upside-down like the directions stated. Reluctantly, I turned it over and balanced my cake on a water bottle. Air began seeping from it like a tiny leak, but the shape still appeared impressive.
Never in years and years of making angel food cakes have I learned why you are instructed to cool it upside-down. However, I always do.
Not wanting to disturb the cake, I tiptoed to my office. Crash!
Sprawled at the back of the counter, an empty cake pan and water bottle laid helplessly. Like a deflated balloon, a compressed mass of formerly beautiful cake had collapsed.
With dismay, I stared at the mess and gingerly, laid it to rest on a cake plate. Could we still eat it? Should I make another one? Would the yellow cupcakes be enough? Should it just go in the trash? I stared silently.
“Alan, look at my cake,” I said forlornly.
“We can still eat it,” he said as he munched on small cake pieces from the pan. “It tastes good.”
His attitude helped me make the decision. No one had to eat it. There were other desserts. The whole situation would bring laughter.
He was right. The angel food flop disappeared quicker than the cupcakes. Everyone had plenty to eat, and we all laughed about the failure.
Enduring very difficult situations over the years and visiting third world countries have helped change my perspective on what is truly important. Some problems are not actually problems at all. A better perspective, with a sense of humor, can produce a magnificent creation out of a mess.

The House Call

Up the dirt road we trudged. Alan, Kay, and I stopped outside the small, concrete home and waited. The door opened. Kay explained why we were there so the door opened wider to allow us to enter.
Clothes hung on lines around the room. Shelves held folded clothes and accessories. An immaculate store occupied the front room of the home. A young woman and older man greeted us.
Earlier in the day, Kay had spoken to the man when she was visiting local residents. Because of recent surgery, he could not walk down the hill to our boat so requested a home visit. Though unusual, we made time to see him.
Because of a dwindling supply of glasses and only three strengths remaining out of ten, the choices were few. Alan picked up three pair of glasses, and we left for the home.
Alan requested a Bible to use for his glasses check. The man told Kay that he could not read. He did know numbers so I found a calendar on the wall to use.
The man put on the glasses Alan handed him. He looked at the calendar and smiled. The first pair worked. Once again, God knew what we needed.
With Kay’s interpretation, he discovered Alan wore the same strength. They were also almost the same age. Smiles went around the room. A lady at an adjoining house a few feet away leaned out her window and smiled into the store.
After a short conversation and handshakes, we were ready to leave. The house call had been very successful. Before we left, Alan wanted to practice the Portuguese Kay had taught him.
He often learns a few phrases of the language wherever we go. He had asked Kay how to say God go with you.
With confidence and a smile, he repeated the words. Even though I don’t try to speak unfamiliar languages, I knew what she had told him. It was not what he said. I began to laugh. After shocked expressions on the faces of the Brazilians, they also started laughing.
“What did I say?” Alan asked.
“You just said, ‘God break your soul’,” Kay giggled.
She quickly got him out of the predicament. All four of us laughed and laughed. With a pat on the back and a smile, we departed.
The goof made me think how easy it is for poor communication to cause problems. People may have good intentions but may jumble the words. Others may hear something that wasn’t actually said.
Thankfully, an excellent interpreter and laugher saved the situation.

Cruising the Amazon

Like a gigantic floodlight, the full moon illuminated the deck outside our cabin. Black water and dark shadows passed by. Overhead, unfamiliar constellations twinkled.
My mind played like a broken record, You are on the Amazon in the middle of the rainforest. It seemed so surreal.
Several nights we traveled all night up the river to be at a village the next morning. How did the captain do it?
Instead of being filled with the latest technology and secluded from passengers as on a large cruise ship, the bridge on our boat was always open to us and only three doors from our cabin. I saw few instruments and a large wheel. How did the captain know where we were going in the blackness? Somehow he and his crew always got us to each village safely. They worked tirelessly to steer the boat, mop the decks, and secure the vessel. They often joined us during our morning devotional time. Each day they were happy and available to all of us.
After being in a village one day and knowing we would be there the second day, we were surprised to leave at nightfall. Down the river we went and turned onto a smaller tributary. Alan and I were stunned when the boat glided up to a mostly submerged tree. A crew member threw a rope around the tree and secured it. Branches rested on the front of the boat. Was something wrong with the boat? Were we stopping to fix it?
After staying there for a while, we realized that we had docked for the night. Visions of anaconda and other slithering creatures filled my mind. Monkeys, jaguars, and poisonous spiders jumped in too. Surely all of them could be in that tree and overtake our boat.
While Alan and I discussed our unusual stop, the mission doctor passed by. “That is not safe,” she said. “One time a snake came onboard and got a lady. Use your flashlight.”
It was not all my imagination. Animals could be in the tree and join us.
In the middle of the night, I awoke and needed to make a trip to the bathroom down the outside deck. I waited and waited. Finally, I knew I had to get up. When I moved, I heard Alan move too. He agreed to go with me onto the deck. First, we looked both ways with our flashlight. The way was clear. With the flashlight glowing, we stepped quickly into our cabin.
Early the next morning, I was up when the the captain moved the boat. He edged forward so the rope could be untied. However, he went too far. Limbs crunched and snapped. He backed up and most of the tree righted itself. We were headed back to the village.
Another marvelous sunrise painted the sky pink. Another of God’s wonderful presents on the Amazon.
On our last night of the cruise, we again coasted up to a tree with only its top limbs exposed. However, the boat could not get close enough to tie the rope. A crew member jumped into the inky water. He tromped a few steps to the trunk, flung the rope, and returned to the boat. What was he walking on?
I held my breath the whole time. Crocodiles, anaconda, and piranha lived in those waters. He could be snatched, coiled, or eaten. In Florida, people are advised to stay out of bodies of water at night. He seemed unconcerned and climbed back onto the boat without mishap.
We faced another night of watching the deck for intruders. Probably there was little chance of problems, but movies, books, and T.V. shows aided my imagination. Along with the magnificent sunrises and sunsets, we received a dose of adventure with our mission cruise.

Swift Prayer

With dinner on the table, Ashlyn, Emily, and I began eating. Molly sat in her seat grabbing tiny bites of food from her tray. After a few minutes, her normally sunny disposition was replaced by whining. She only ate if I fed her. Nothing seemed to satisfy.
Molly continued to twist, turn and whine. Nothing helped.
“Let’s pray for Molly,” five year old Emily said. She leaned toward Molly while we all closed our eyes. “God, be with Molly. Help her have a good night. Amen.”
She opened her eyes and smiled at a now silent Molly. With assurance that her sister would be ok, Emily returned to her dinner.
When there is a need, stop and pray. Simple solution. Powerful message. Another sermon from a young child.

Matthew 21: 22 And whatever things you ask in prayer, believing you will receive.

Dear Lord, help me remember to pray immediately when there is a need. Amen

Another Surprise on the Amazon

Picture by Ella Uwaibi

In front of Alan, a ten year old girl waited expectantly. Through Ruth, his interpreter, he learned the child could not read. Therefore, he placed his eye chart of symbols on the table. The child just stared at it and spoke to Ruth who explained that even the middle line was blurry.
Rarely do reading glasses help the children Alan sees on mission trips. Most need prescription lens or surgery. Therefore, his supply of glasses is geared to adults.
He looked into the bags of glasses hoping for a pair that might not be too big. What a surprise to find one small pair. He handed them to the little girl.
Carefully, she put them on and looked down at the chart. Her face crinkled into a wide grin. Because she could see, the pastor’s daughter could now learn to read.
Once again, God supplied the glasses for an unusual case. Out of over two hundred pair of glasses, one small pair waited on a special, little girl with a specific need.

Romans 11: 36 For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things, to Him be the glory forever. Amen

Masterpieces of the Amazon

A diffusion of yellow sunlight enlivened the clouds. An artist’s light brushstrokes of white and gray whisked across the pastel blue sky. From a wee blaze of fire to a colossal ball, the sun transformed the darkness of the jungle. Within a few minutes, black nothingness became shadowy forms and finally, masses of green surrounding a quiet dark river.
Each morning as Alan and I watched the sunrise, we marveled at its beauty and that we were actually there. For years images of the Amazon formed in our minds from movies, books, television, and magazines like National Geographic. It was a faraway, mysterious place filled with huge snakes, fierce crocodiles, impenetrable vegetation, and deadly diseases.
The gorgeous sunrises over the large, serene river painted a quite different picture. Cool mornings, breathtaking skies, and calm waters captivated and refreshed us as we prepared for the day. Usually only a couple other team members shared the deck with us. Few words were spoken. There was a reverence as we spent time with God.
After a few minutes, the coolness vanished. Light glared off the water. Passengers awakened. A few boats joined us. But each masterpiece provided a unique gift to carry throughout our day.

Creator, thank you for the infinite treasures of your creation. Amen

An Amazing Amazon Tale

From the bank he watched his boat drift into the current of the Amazon. His only mode of transportation gone. Untied and pushed into the water by villagers opposed to his work, his small boat floated toward the center of the wide, quickly flowing river. In spite of the antagonism, the pastor knew God had called him to minister to those along the river.
When he and his family had to leave their mission work in Angola because of the war, he felt God’s call to the Amazon. Even when his wife balked at the idea of starting Presbyterian churches in the area, he persisted. God changed her heart. Many counseled them to not go, but they went. The couple and their three children evangelized in villages on the mighty river. With two children now in college and one working in Youth with a Mission, the couple continue to serve the twelve churches they planted. Going from village to village in a boat allows him to visit each one every month.
One village was especially resistant to evangelism. Besides untying his boat, the power was cut off when he tried to work on the church. Rocks flew at him. Disgruntled residents threw wood for construction of the church into the river. They hoped to stop the building. He remained faithful and persistent. If God wanted the church to be built, it would be built.
One year a flood consumed the village. Ground washed away from the rest of the area, but the church stood on solid ground. It was the only building unfazed by the swirling torrents.
Hardships continued. Six years ago a strong wind swept his boat away. As he attempted to retrieve it, the strong current yanked him into the swirling water. Exhausted and weary, he couldn’t reach shore. Finally, a small fishing boat came. But with a large fish filling the space, there was no room for the struggling pastor. Fortunately, another boat arrived and pulled him from the dangerous river. He survived.
Four years later another huge flood again destroyed the village which hovered on the banks of the river. Disaster demolished their homes and their resistance to God. They accepted the church and began to know Jesus.
His message to our group was to overcome barriers-cultural, geographic or whatever we face. Don’t give up when times get hard. All Christians are to go out and not just the leaders. Through an interpreter, the humble, persevering pastor shared his remarkable story.
For two days we ministered in that once hostile village. Residents welcomed and accepted medical care from the doctor and dentist. Children learned about God through VBS. Alan’s glasses helped them see. A church service enabled them to learn more about Jesus. Several families received clothes, school supplies, and hygiene items in bags filled by our team. The visit was made possible because of years of persecution, endurance, and obedience by a serving pastor and his family.
After hearing of his years of struggles, persecutions and hardships, any problems or persecutions I might have are truly insignificant. He didn’t look for fame or glory but desired to be obedient to God’s call. Though he is not known around the world, his work is recognized by the One who matters.

Acts 8:1-8 On that day a great persecution broke out against the church at Jerusalem, and all except the apostles were scattered throughout Judea and Samaria. Godly men buried Stephen and mourned deeply for him. But Saul began to destroy the church. Going from house to house, he dragged off men and women and put them in prison.
Those who had been scattered preached the word wherever they went. Philip went down to a city in Samaria and proclaimed the Christ there. When the crowds heard Philip and saw the miraculous signs he did, they all paid close attention to what he said. With shrieks, evil spirits came out of many, and many paralytics and cripples were healed. So there was great joy in that city.

Reflections on the Amazon Mission

As it is written: “He has scattered abroad his gifts to the poor; his righteousness endures forever.” 2 Corinthians 9: 9

The fan blew a tiny, hot breeze onto us offering minute relief from the stifling heat. Our examining room at the front of the boat had no AC but a few open windows. With the crush of clients, the heat grew more intense.
A young man escorted a ninety year old lady to her seat across the table from us. A young mother and daughter joined her as they sat nearby. We smiled at them but Ruth, our interpreter, did the talking.
Ruth asked her to read the passage from the opened Portuguese Bible Alan put in front of her..
With a shake of her head, she told Ruth she couldn’t read it. With each pair of glasses Alan tried, she continued to shake her head.
“She needs a high strength. Give me 4.0,” he told me.
I reached into the bag containing 4.0 reading glasses to find a pair for a lady. One pair caught my eye. The label said 6.0. I had never seen a strength that high in our supply.
“How about this pair?” I asked.
“I didn’t know we had any like that,” he answered as he handed the glasses to her.
With the glasses perched on her nose, she grinned and nodded. Immediately, she began reading and reading. Her face was aglow as we all marveled at the transformation.
Finally, she stopped to converse with Ruth. We discovered that she had not been able to read the Bible for some time. She only had a New Testament and wondered if she could get the entire Bible. Her grandson worked on our sister boat so Ruth assured her that he would receive her new Bible.
Though the strength of the glasses fit, the frames did not. Apparently, the previous owner was much larger. The stretched glasses kept falling down her nose.
Alan and Ruth hurried to the kitchen to make the adjustments. Boiling water softened the plastic so he could contour them to her face.
With her new glasses in a spiffy case, the sweet lady embraced each of us before she left. What a blessing to be able to see someone’s life changed by being able to see clearly again.
Glasses we gave out came from the Lions Club and friends who donated unused glasses. Everyone who has unneeded glasses can give them to their local Lions Club who clean, repair, measure, and label them before distribution. One person’s castoff becomes another’s treasure.

Dear Lord, help me give to those less fortunate whether at home or abroad. Amen

Sixty-sixth Anniversary

With little money but loads of love, my parent’s wedding occurred as World War II neared an end. A small home wedding attended by family and friends started their long journey together.
Rationing produced obstacles and required creativity to pull off the wedding and honeymoon. Borrowed tires, rationed gas, and a young couple’s excitement, took them to the family cottage on a northern Indiana lake for a few days.
For sixty-six years they have been a team raising children, finishing education, moving several times, and living life. That is quite a feat in our current world.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad.
Love, Rebecca

Who is Not Guilty?

Not Guilty screamed the headlines. The news blared on all the TV stations. Video of the verdict played over and over.
The case consumed Orlando, captured Florida, and enthralled the world. Three years of investigations, accusations, and testimonies dominated the media. All types of people were seized and held captive-young, old, male, female, rich, poor, educated, uneducated ... Like a horrible, riveting soap opera, lives were exposed and damaged while the world watched.
Opinions differed. Debates and arguments occupied time. Words and actions revealed strong emotions. The terrible crime created victims and villains.
Tensions rose higher and higher. After the case closed, the jury deliberated. Sides were taken as each hoped for the right decision.
Finally, the jury returned. The decisions rang out across the world. Total shock. Relief. Stunned silence. Joyful hugs. Both inside and outside of the courtroom, a range of emotions surfaced.
Though the daily coverage ended, the saga isn’t over. Sentencing comes later. Media frenzy continues with interviews, tabloids, books, movies ...
So many questions remain unanswered. Who killed Caylee? How could any mother do such a thing? Why didn’t she report her child missing? How could Casey lie and lie while she partied? Why did such an adorable child’s life end so tragically? Probably those questions will never be answered satisfactorily.
Crimes against children grab attention and demand action. This one invaded our homes and insisted on justice. For many, that justice did not come. However, God is the ultimate judge.
Outrage, indignation, and helplessness about injustice done to Caylee can be channeled to help other children. In every community around the world, innocent children are abused, neglected, starved, and killed. Only a few of the cases appear on the news. They suffer in silence hoping someone will come to their aid. Often only a few know of their struggles.
They can be helped. Everyone who watched the trial, read the reports, and felt anger at the cruelty can rescue other children.
Around the world, thousands die each day of starvation, disease, and war. They ache from hunger and abuse. Mental and physical abuse occur in all levels of society. A poor economy only intensifies the problem.
Opportunities abound to assist to make lives better. Donate food and money to a food pantry or foreign ministry. Volunteer for a feeding program, at a homeless shelter, or abuse center. Encourage a single parent. Write letters to the newspaper or government leaders. Let the world know about the problems and offer to help.
Problems can be attacked and children saved. Anger, exasperation, and compassion should not be wasted on things we can’t change. Together we can make a difference. No one wants to hear Not Guilty when asked if he helped make a child’s life better.

We hold these truths to be self-evident...

Fireworks. Parades. Hamburgers and hot dogs. Beaches. All traditional Fourth of July activities.
The first Independence Day looked much different. Agonizing days of debate-writing and rewriting-until a formal document was approved. Important words on a piece of parchment announced to the world the beginning of a new nation.
Not everyone agreed. Arguments, fights, and battles followed the signing of the Declaration. For years war raged.
Finally, a permanent government was established, under God, which represented the people. Freedom and independence drew people from around the world. Molded together yet retaining separate identities. There was a promise of a better future for all.
Unfortunately, for some people the ideals and principles of our Founding Fathers have been overlooked and discarded. No longer is faith in God, a strong work ethic, and a sense of law and order important. Selfishness, a sense of entitlement, and greed reign in their lives.
Law abiding citizens who value our country remain in the majority. However, it is crucial that those Americans stand firm and not forget our roots. The Constitution guarantees freedoms but requires responsibility. With complacency, the rights of the majority can be taken away.
While traveling the world, I have seen all kinds of governments and the results of each type. Every trip makes me more thankful to be an American. What we take for granted is only a dream for many around the world.
Never will we all agree on everything. But we can debate, compromise, and work together to keep our country strong. We can celebrate our accomplishments and encourage the dreams.
If only all Americans had the opportunity to travel to less fortunate, oppressive countries, how perspectives would change.
Be thankful for the wonderful country we have and generations of citizens who have struggled and died so we can be free.
God bless America.

Sobering News on Emails and Facebook

2 Corinthians 1: 2-5 Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Praise to the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows.

Two emails and a facebook post contained solemn news. The message on facebook conveyed encouragement that surgery went well. After a recent stroke, the friend from church continues to show signs of improvement. A nod. Squeezing both hands. Opening of eyes. Tiny steps lead to big miracles.
Both emails dealt with death. The first was about the passing of a sixty-seven year old man who had been under the care of Hospice. Though his family will miss him terribly, his death brought freedom from pain and suffering. He was ready to meet Jesus.
The second one related the prognosis of a young boy. Most of his short life he has fought a valiant fight against leukemia. Frequent hospital stays. Rounds and rounds of difficult treatment. Tubes and needles. Foreign to most but familiar to him.
Today he celebrated his eighth birthday a month early. His desire was for a pirate party so Base Camp at Arnold Palmer Hospital made it possible. In spite of his intense pain and strong medication, he wanted to party.
Friends learned that his wish was to have an I-pad so they delivered it to him. His huge smile revealed his pleasure.
Yesterday, doctors told his mother that treatment was no longer working. Medical science had exhausted all resources. Their medication can try to alleviate the pain.
The attitude, compassion, and faith of that young man has touched many, many lives. In the hospital he encouraged other young patients and is known as Dr. Joseph. He knows he will be with Jesus when his time here is over.

Please pray for the friends and family of all three.
Bob’s family as they deal with his death and the multiple services here and up north.
Loyd and his family as he journeys toward recovery.
Joseph and his family as they spend quality time together as long as possible and that he leaves peacefully.

Dear Lord, be with all of the family and friends of these three. Touch Loyd and Joseph in a special way. Remind us to say I love you and to enjoy time with our loved ones. Amen

Is Anyone There?

After riding a bike for over two hours, his reward was an abandoned church overgrown with vegetation. But for Wiljean Compere that was enough.
When the pastor of the neglected Haitian Baptist church died, the congregation slipped away. Pastor Compere’s desired to fulfill God’s plan to establish another church in that area.
He preached the first Sunday under the mango tree. He worshiped alone with God. The next week he returned to preach. Again, he worshiped with God.
He persevered. Only after he helped convert the local witch doctor to Christianity, did others listen. The former witch doctor came and others joined. Slowly attendance grew.
That church formed the foundation of the present mission. Because of the initial faith of that man, a church, school, medical center, and dormitory now form a compound. Soon an orphanage will be added.
Not content to have one church, he planted two others. Each Sunday he begins preaching very early so that he can make all three. Residents of the area are served spiritually, emotionally, and physically.
In a country with 90% unemployment, staff jobs support families. Many volunteers also assist at the compound. In return, they receive a nutritious meal, community, and a sense of purpose within a Christian environment.
Though they have little, the pastor leads mission trips to the hills to minister to those even less fortunate. Clothes left by mission groups are taken to the hill people instead of being used at the compound.
In a deeply impoverished country where voodoo is common, the dedication and faith of one pastor has affected thousands. He did not give up when the task appeared overwhelming. He overcame obstacles and persisted. God provided and blessed his ministry.
That dedicated Haitian pastor inspires me with his obedience and faith.

Galatians 6: 9-10 So let’s not allow ourselves to get fatigued doing good. At the right time, we will harvest a good crop if we don’t give up or quit. Right now, therefore, every time we get a chance, let us work for the benefit of all, starting with the people closest to us in the community of faith. MSG

Father, show me your plan and give me the dedication and faith to obey. Amen

Is That Rain?

What a wonderful sound! I woke to the roar of rumbling thunder. A few minutes later, gentle drops of rain began falling, which turned into a serene, steady rain. To the scorched grass, wilted plants, and depleted lakes, it was a welcome relief. Forest fires have been raging across drought stricken central Florida. Houses burned, and people displaced as consequences of the wildfires. Rain will reduce chances of more fires and help put out existing ones.
I watched rain popping like popcorn on the lake. I realized how beautiful and soothing it was. Had I always looked at rain like that? Of course not. Sometimes it ruined my plans for outside activities. It dirtied my newly cleaned windows. It drowned sensitive plants and flooded my lawn. Why was I so excited about it this time?
Today’s rain gave life to parched plants and replenished the low water level. Appreciation and abundance are often not companions. Only when something becomes scarce or nonexistent, does it become important.
Jesus said, “I am the Living Water.” That fact becomes real when we are scorched, parched, and desperate for relief. What a joy to give up trying to change situations on our own and let the Living Water revive us, wash us, and give us the strength to grow, mature, and branch out. Sometimes we only need a gentle rain, and other times we need a thunderstorm to get our attention. In either case, the Holy Spirit knows exactly what we require and provides it.

Journey to Haiti

A Missionary Flight International cargo plane lifted off from Ft. Pierce, Florida, bound for Haiti. The WW II plane held sixteen short term missionaries and a missionary from Open Door Haiti, who lives in Florida.
Scales weighed each team’s combined luggage before weighing every passenger. Quite different from a commercial airline.
Alan’s team consisted of himself, the missionary, Brian, and his nephew, Hunter, from Arizona.
Intense heat slammed the passengers when they stepped off the plane in Cap Haitien. There was no air conditioned walkway or helpful baggage handlers. Passengers helped unload the plane.
After a short drive, the trio arrived at the Open Door Haiti compound in a nearby town. Surrounded by a high concrete wall, stood a church, school, medical center, kitchen, and dormitory. Most of their time was spent in the confines of the protected area.
During weekdays, a generator produced electricity and ran fans which provided a little relief from the heat. However, the expense was too great to run it at night and on weekends. Small battery powered fans, helped some at night, but with little breeze, stifling heat remained a constant.
Thankfully, Alan used the pastor’s computer to send emails so we could keep in contact. Each one mentioned his activities and the oppressive heat-often more than once.
His eyeglass ministry began very slowly. With few clients in the beginning, he was able to spend time building relationships with team members. The schedules of two other teams overlapped with his team so there were people to meet from around the US and Canada. His previous mission experiences enabled him to share, encourage, and mentor.
Though his original project didn’t go as expected, God had a better plan. Bonds formed. Friendships began. Lives were touched.
He could have been discouraged because he didn’t give out his normal supply of glasses. However, he took it in stride and realized that God was working.

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.”


Dear Father, help me to not be discouraged when my plans don’t work out. You are the one in charge. Amen