Friday, July 31, 2020

Flashback Friday ~ Press On

I went for a run this morning and I heard an old song.  "Press On" by Billy Sprague has a great beat and the words are so encouraging.  I wrote this post just a few weeks after my Dad passed away.   While I'm not grieving like I was then, this song is still an encouragement to me.  2020 has been a year like no other in my lifetime, but we still need to press on.  Tie your shoes, my dear friend, and press on!

My heart has been very heavy the past couple of days. I'm not a stranger to loss or grief, but that doesn't mean I don't hurt.  I think the initial shock of losing Dad is wearing off, along with the pain of his final days, and the reality of my loss is sinking in.

I headed out for a run this morning carrying that heaviness.  I turned on my iPod and tried to outrun it.  About 3 1/2 miles in, I heard this song:
I was down in the valley
Of the shadow of death
Where the passion for life
Drained like blood from my chest
And it took more than my will just to
Take a step
When the compass of hope
Was gone

In a silence so black
That I wished for the blues
Every desperate prayer
Seemed like Heaven refused
And some days I found faith meant just
Tyin' my shoes
And it was all I could do
To press on

Press on me amigo
Press on mon ami
Walk on in the face
Of the mystery
Though the night hides the light
Through the darkness 'til dawn...
Tie your shoes, my dear friend
And press on, come on

On the ocean so lonesome I was not left alone
Had some heavenly friends
When my heart was a stone
And they carried the heartache and
Made it their own
When the currents of sorrow were strong

And one said
"I pray your memories will not drag you down
Not be anchors but treasures
Of the love that you've found"
And His kind words turned hurt into comfort somehow
And a wind in my sails
To press on

So press on me amigo
Press on mon ami
Walk on in the face
Of the mystery
Though the night hides the light
And the journey is long...
Lean on me, my dear friend
And press on

Though the days seem like years...
There may be giants in our fears...
Ah, but they who sow in tears
They shall reap in joy
They shall run and leap for joy!

So press on me amigo
Press on mon ami
Walk on in the face
Of the mystery...
Though the night hides the light
And the journey is long...
Lean on me, my dear friend
And press on me amigo
Press on mon ami
Walk on in the face
Of the mystery
Though the night hides the light
And the journey is long...
Tie your shoes, my dear friend
And press on!
~"Press On" by Billy Sprague

I was thankful that it was still a bit dark out as the tears poured down my face.  I listened to the song a second time with more tears streaming.  I know I'm not alone is this journey.  Dear friends are walking this road as well, others are facing sorrow of a different kind.  All I know to do is tie my shoes and press on.

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Falling Apart



I have written about my Mom's Bible repeatedly on this blog.  My third post, posted 12 years ago last week, was called "Mom's Bible."  I wrote this about her Bible, "She received this particular Bible for her 47th birthday, January 1, 1987, and it was the final Bible she carried. This contains her thoughts during an eight year battle with cancer and the loss of her youngest son, Rod. While that was obviously the most difficult time in her life, the notes and thoughts are constantly positive and uplifting."

Today, I'm writing about MY Bible.  I received this particular Bible for my 28th birthday, April 27, 1992.  TWENTY EIGHT!!  Les and I had been married for less than a year.  I have now carried this Bible for 28 years - half my life! 


At least a decade ago, I bought a case for it because the cover was falling apart.  Charles Spurgeon said, "A Bible that’s falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t."  If that is true, then my life is in great shape!


There are ripped pages and the binding is coming unglued...


So many pages are marked, verse after verse underlined...


Scribble notes from messages and Sunday school lessons...


I've known for a while that the time had come to replace it, but I didn't want to!  Of course, I couldn't go to a local bookstore (Christian or otherwise) to look at what was available.  So I turned to Amazon.  After more than an hour of searching online, I finally pulled the trigger on Sunday and this beauty arrived yesterday.  It was only $22.53!  The picture doesn't do the color justice - it's a really pretty purple.




It's the same size as my old Bible, but with a much larger print.  (Side note: wearing reading glasses with a mask is quite annoying!)  I've stuck with the King James Version, because even though the language is sometimes a little odd, it's familiar and any verse I have ever memorized is from the KJV.



I also ordered a pack of colored pens.  My plan is to spend the next few weeks or months, however long it takes, to get my new Bible fully broken in!  The different colors aren't for any particular theme, I'll just switch off if the theme on a page changes.



Other books were given for our information.
The Bible was given for our transformation.
~ Mom's Bible

Friday, July 24, 2020

Friday Foodie ~ Magnificent Mangoes!


We have been enjoying incredible mangoes for the past few weeks.  Our Walmart Neighborhood Market carries them and I've been scooping them up.  This week I decided I wanted to make mango smoothies to bring back memories of our time in the Philippines.  (Which, by the way, I am SO SO SO glad we were able to take that trip last year before travel came to a halt!)


Mangoes can be a lot of work to cut up.  I looked around online and found the OXO Good Grips Mango Splitter on Amazon.  It came yesterday, so I went to the store this morning and bought 8 mangoes.


The instructions show slicing the mango with the skin on.  I tried that the first time and it worked really well until it was time to try to get the fruit off the skin.


For my second mango, I peeled it first and it went through the slicer so much easier!  Then it was just a matter of cutting it up.




I scraped as much fruit off the pit as possible.  I don't want any to go to waste!  I cut one pit in half.



I divided my mangoes, putting half in the freezer and half in the refrigerator.  Tip for freezing fruit:  put it on wax paper on a baking pan for the first few hours.  Once the fruit is mostly frozen, transfer to a resealable bag.


This afternoon I made mango smoothies.  Half frozen, half unfrozen in the blender.  I added just a little water to get it to blend.  Magnificent, indeed!!



Quarantined Revival

After about a month of limited services at church we are back to online only.  Before the restrictions hit again, Pastor White had scheduled a two week revival.  COVID-19 can't stop revival!  With about 10 of us in the building Tuesday night, we broadcast our first revival service with our evangelist Bro. Davis.

This revival seems to be a call to the backslider.  Bro. Davis' messages so far have been:

His messages are messages of hope for those who have gone astray.  His text Wednesday night was from Jeremiah chapter 3, with the key verse being verse 14, "Turn, O backsliding children, saith the Lord; for I am married unto you: and I will take you one of a city, and two of a family, and I will bring you to Zion."  He then took us to the book of Hosea, the story about a prophet who God told to marry a prostitute.  Not only did Hosea marry her, but he went after her when she returned to her old ways and brought her back again.  God wants to do that to every backslider.

Last night he preached from Amos 3:12, "Thus saith the Lord; As the shepherd taketh out of the mouth of the lion two legs, or a piece of an ear; so shall the children of Israel be taken out that dwell in Samaria in the corner of a bed, and in Damascus in a couch."  Even when there is almost nothing left, the great Shepherd comes looking for the lost sheep.

Les and I were talking about Wednesday night's message yesterday and I wondered if this was God's way of reaching to backsliders.  People who have been gone for a long time that He still loves.  Maybe they're too ashamed to walk back into a church building, but God wants them back.  God is not constrained to a church building - He can work anywhere.

We may have been viewing the closure of churches as the work of men.  At times it has felt unfair and as a Christian I've wondered if we're being targeted.  Joseph said in Genesis 50:20, "But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive."  I'm believing that God can take any situation and turn it to good for the saving of souls.

If you are a backslider, or maybe you've just grown cold in your spirit, I encourage you to listen to these messages (the links above will take you directly to each message.)  Join us on Sunday as our revival continues.  Victory Tabernacle Church - http://www.victorytabernaclechurch.com/

Thursday, July 9, 2020

My Summer Riding Goal


Along with our wall building, the other thing Les and I have been doing a lot of lately is riding our bikes.  It started with my birthday ride of 35 miles.  Sometime in June I decided to set a new goal ~ a Metric Century!  That's 100 kilometers or 62 miles.


My training so far:
April 27th - 35.71
June 11th - 36.35
June 17th - 25.01
June 25th - 36.16
July 9th - 42.10

I've done some shorter rides and runs during each week as well.  Today I set a new distance record for me!  Les has been on all my long rides with me.  They're recovery rides for him and hard efforts for me, but it's been a fun way to spend a morning.


By the end of today's ride I was ready to be done.  Several hours later, I'm feeling a little sore, but so glad to have done it!  It's been a long time since I've set a big fitness goal, my last marathon was almost 5 years ago.  We are currently eyeing Les' birthday on August 19th as the day we ride our metric century.  Just a day shy of six weeks from today.

Anyone else have a fitness goal to share?

Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Heroes and Monuments

There has been much in the news lately about statues being torn down.  While reading about this, I also finished reading about the life of David in my daily Bible reading.  David, a well known and much loved man.  A man after God's heart, but so flawed.  He defeated Goliath, but he was also an adulterer and murderer.  He brought the ark of God back to Jerusalem, but he also abused his power.  I wonder, will the statue of David by Michelangelo be on the list of statues that fall?


This post isn't about statues coming down, but rather why statues should not go up in the first place.  Last year I wrote about the superhero movie craze.  Mankind has always looked for heroes.  We often find them in the wrong places and doing the wrong things.  Several times I've posted about my brother Rod and what a hero he was to me.  I've also written about his words to me regarding heroes:

"Kathy, that's why you have to be careful who you make your heroes. You can't choose athletes as heroes. They might do great things on the field, but that doesn't make them great people. True heroes are people of God."


We find the Ten Commandments in Exodus chapter 20. The first two commandments are:

Thou shalt have no other gods before me.
Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image
, or any likeness of any thing that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth:
Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them: for I the LORD thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hate me;
And shewing mercy unto thousands of them that love me, and keep my commandments.


Regarding the first commandment, Adam Clark's Commentary on the Bible put its well:

This commandment prohibits every species of mental idolatry, and all inordinate attachment to earthly and sensible things. As God is the fountain of happiness, and no intelligent creature can be happy but through him, whoever seeks happiness in the creature is necessarily an idolater; as he puts the creature in the place of the Creator, expecting that from the gratification of his passions, in the use or abuse of earthly things, which is to be found in God alone.

The very first commandment of the whole series is divinely calculated to prevent man’s misery and promote his happiness, by taking him off from all false dependence, and leading him to God himself, the fountain of all good.


Matthew Henry’s Commentary on the Whole Bible had much to say about graven images:

The prohibition: we are here forbidden to worship even the true God by images.

The Jews (at least after the captivity) thought themselves forbidden by this commandment to make any image or picture whatsoever. Hence the very images which the Roman armies had in their ensigns are called an abomination to them, especially when they were set up in the holy place.

It is certain that it forbids making any image of God (for to whom can we liken him?), or the image of any creature for a religious use. It is called the changing of the truth of God into a lie (Romans 1:25), for an image is a teacher of lies; it insinuates to us that God has a body, whereas he is an infinite spirit.

It also forbids us to make images of God in our fancies, as if he were a man as we are. Our religious worship must be governed by the power of faith, not by the power of imagination. They must not make such images or pictures as the heathen worshiped, lest they also should be tempted to worship them. Those who would be kept from sin must keep themselves from the occasions of it.

They must not bow down to them occasionally, that is, show any sign of respect or honor to them, much less serve them constantly, by sacrifice or incense, or any other act of religious worship. When they paid their devotion to the true God, they must not have any image before them, for the directing, exciting, or assisting of their devotion.

Though the worship was designed to terminate in God, it would not please him if it came to him through an image. The best and most ancient lawgivers among the heathen forbade the setting up of images in their temples. This practice was forbidden in Rome by Numa, a pagan prince; yet commanded in Rome by the pope, a Christian bishop, but, in this, anti-christian.

The use of images in the church of Rome, at this day, is so plainly contrary to the letter of this command, and so impossible to be reconciled to it, that in all their catechisms and books of devotion, which they put into the hands of the people, they leave out this commandment, joining the reason of it to the first; and so the third commandment they call the second, the fourth the third, etc.; only, to make up the number ten, they divide the tenth into two. Thus have they committed two great evils, in which they persist, and from which they hate to be reformed; they take away from God's word, and add to his worship.


That final paragraph is amazing.  Having been in St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, I've seen the multitude of statues and images that fill it.  I'm not suggesting we ransack the building, but in all its glory, it definitely goes against God's commandments.

We are a society of idol worshipers.  From actors and athletes, to politicians and musicians.  We cheer, clap, and worship other gods.  No matter how great the person, none of them deserve a statue.  I think we should remember and honor good men and women, but our remembrance must not turn in to worship.  Putting other gods before the one true God has only brought trouble.

Thursday, July 2, 2020

Thank You, Teachers and Counselors!

Last Sunday was our team's turn to teach the Sunday school lesson during service.  A few weeks ago Sis. Wendy asked me if I had any ideas.  After chatting for a few minutes, I remembered a lesson from my first year at Junior Youth Camp.  I was NINE, but I still remember that lesson.  The lesson was simple, but done in a way that I never forgot.


After a little tweaking, Sis. Wendy and I recreated that long ago lesson.  Our patient required surgery - her heart was dirty!  We pulled out eyes, lips, and a rotten potato to represent a bad attitude.  It wasn't enough to just close her up.  Our patient needed clean things to fill her heart.  We put in the Holy Ghost, the Bible, and another set of lips.


I only have pictures that were taken of us, but I wish you could have seen the kids.  They were so into the lesson - wondering what we were going to pull out or put in next.


I'm not posting this to brag on Sis. Wendy or myself.  I want to thank all the Sunday school teachers and camp counselors who influenced me through the years.  Most of them are retired from full time service, but I still appreciate all they did.  My teacher who took our class on outreach for the first time, finally convincing a shy girl to ask a stranger to church.  Camp counselors who prayed me through to the Holy Ghost.  Those who taught me every Sunday, putting the Word of God deep in my heart.


If you have ever taught and walked away feeling like you didn't make a difference - don't give up, you did make a difference.  It may not show up for a few weeks, months, or even years.  But none of the time spent investing in children and young people is in vain.

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