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7/2/1999 0 Comments RedemptionCaleb’s head sunk in agony. On the splintered beams of a weathered deck stood the only life left that really mattered—his daughter. And now she was to be sold into slavery—auctioned off like some four-legged beast of burden.
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4/21/1999 0 Comments PanicThe Killing Song
A young girl clings with tear-stained eyes Amidst a sea of friends They hug, and weep in disbelief With nowhere left to run. The brutal boys are silent now Just mocking echoes ring . . . Across the halls and through the rooms The face of evil grins. 4/2/1999 0 Comments CalvaryKing of the Hill is a great game if you are tough, athletic and big. It would seem that conquering mountains has always been an obsession for mankind. The possessor of high ground occupies the strategic advantage and holds bragging rights.
10/29/1998 0 Comments ReflectionsThe Bible references the number 40, 114 times. It often signifies completion for a period of blessing, testing or punishment. Consider: “You will bear the consequences of your sins 40 years based on the number of the 40 days that you scouted the land, a year for each day. You will know My displeasure” (Numbers 14:34). So God condemned a generation of Israelites to wander in the Sinai desert, a place of barrenness that aptly illustrated the shriveled state of their faith. They would not enter the promised land because it contained giants. The only exception God made was to 40-year-old Joshua and his friend Caleb. He blessed these two courageous men who saw opportunity where others feared defeat.
9/2/1998 0 Comments MercyHave you ever had a day when you wished to be alone; when your heart felt crushed beyond repair and your dreams were smashed like a wooden boat against the jagged reefs of reality? Like the eye of a hurricane, misery has its own island of calm. Often it is in the center of pain where God reveals His warm will and tender truth.
6/25/1998 0 Comments SleepAs a child, I suffered growing pains and often cried before finally drifting off. To this night, I often experience tight leg muscles or an overly active mind that makes it difficult to relax. Many times I have tossed and turned in frustration—unable to escape consciousness. Counting sheep never worked for me—I think it’s a math thing. One night in this predictably unpredictable occurrence, I sensed there was an issue I needed to pray over. Upon returning from the couch and time on my knees with God, something incredible happened—sleep came readily.
5/18/1998 0 Comments AnguishThere will come a time in your life when your heart is surrounded by sorrow and the light of life seems remote, flickering against the howling wind of affliction. In times of tenebrific anguish, it is important to realize that you are emotionally at a much deeper level than most who are around you. This heightens the possibility that they will not understand what you are experiencing. If you are in a prolonged state of anguish, many will tire of your depressed condition and suggest you need to quit feeling sorry and move on with life. Misery may love company but not for long.
3/30/1998 0 Comments HopeMeditation
Isaiah 40:31--But those who trust in the Lord will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not faint. 1/8/1998 0 Comments DestituteShe stood by the side of the road in the face of a steady rain as cars streamed by her in both directions. Across her waist was a cardboard sign with large letters pleading, “I need work for food. Have two kids. Please God”. Hers was not the ordinary sign of the typical person waiting at strategic intersections for someone to feel guilty, stop and give money--the kind of person whose demeanor actually begs the question “Why don’t you go get a job and work instead of standing here all day.” This woman was sobbing. Her eyes cried the pain that emanates from a broken spirit. Her trembling transcended wet-induced cold to a dark hopelessness. Her plight evoked deep compassion in me not because she needed food or money. Her sign was more profound than that. Her real cry was—“Please God!” This woman knew that her deepest needs went far beyond what caring strangers could offer.
7/16/1997 0 Comments CrisesI will never forget December 12, 1985. On that day I received the news that 256 of our soldiers had just died in a horrible plane crash. Gone was my best friend Brian Haller and 25 of my soldiers, virtually all of them married men.
Kathleen and I will always remember Valentines Day 1991. We sat in the office of a neurologist and watched as he placed an MRI under the light to reveal the inoperable brain-stem tumor growing in Bryan, our three year old son. 2/15/1997 0 Comments DeathMeditation
Revelation 21:3,4--Then I heard a loud voice from the throne: Look! God’s dwelling is with humanity ,and He will live with them. They will be His people, and God Himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Death will no longer exist; grief, crying, and pain will exist no longer, because the previous things have passed away. |
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