Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Save thy people and bless thine inheritance: feed them also and lift them up forever.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Days short of flying (literally) into another nearly nonstop spring/summer of hacking away at darkness near and far, I’m moved by this—
A spiritual sensation I can only compare to the unsheathing of a sword, the sound of steel ringing in my soul's ear. But while I pace to and fro on the little crest overlooking my altar, the bit of stone and sod I call my “holy place,” this thought follows the tingling: To fight darkness truly, one must first be clear of it, have no part of it, know by choosing as well as desiring, what it is to hate it. To come out of it. Really.
I can think of only two men in history (though I doubt not there are many who simply haven’t come to mind) who fought from within…
One wrapped terrible arms around the pillars that kept roof overhead, and pulled the temple down on the heads of his enemies. And fell with them.
Another wandered up and down the streets of Jerusalem crying woe and desolation. Who also fell with the selfsame city.
There’s another way.
So this prayer, for me and mine, at this moment.
Lord Glorious, make us holy.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
“I was deeply moved by this prayer by a man named Walter Wilson, when he sold himself out to God: 'Lord, I give You this body of mine; from my head to my feet, I give it to You. My hands, my limbs, my eyes, my brain; all that I am inside and out, I hand over to You. Live in and through me whatever life You please. You may send this body to Africa, or lay it on a bed with cancer. You may blind my eyes, or send me with Your message to Tibet. You may take this body to the Eskimos, or send it to a hospital with pneumonia. This body of mine is Yours alone from this moment on.'
Oh Tashy, it’s so easy to sing, 'I’ll go where you want me to go', but what if that means He wants a little girl to become GYC president? Or a contented farmer’s wife to preach Christ on the streets of Bristow? Or what if an eager and (seemingly) brave young couple have to give up their first little one to the grip of malaria because God has called them to work in a place where disease often claims life. I might be willing to work half my life in Africa, but am I just as willing to have my sight removed if that best accomplishes His purposes in this world?
The exchanged life.
It is what I want to live, every day. Whatever it means...”And so with tears I thank the Giver and Sustainer of our lives: Thank you, precious Lord that our children count not their lives dear unto themselves (Acts 20:24) or too precious to risk while reaching the precious souls of simple people in far away lands, for whom Jesus came to live and die....
“According to my earnest expectation and my hope, that in nothing I shall be ashamed, but that with all boldness, as always, so now also Christ shall be magnified in my body, whether it be by life, or by death.” Phil. 1:20
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Four weeks ago today we experienced the joy of dedicating our precious babe, Hudson Elijah Fisher, to the Lord. And we enjoyed the privilege of having his great Uncle Helton --missionary to Africa, perform the dedication service, during his yearly visit stateside.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
“....showing to the generations to come the praises of the Lord, and His strength and His wonderful works that He hath done....That the generation to come might know them, even the children which should be born; who should arise and make them known to their children: That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep His commandments...” Ps. 78: 4-7
“Every home influence, even the very smallest, works itself into the heart of childhood and then reappears in the opening character. Homes are the real schools where men and women are trained, and fathers and mothers are the real teachers and builders of life. The poet’s song that charms the world is but the sweetness of a mother’s love flowing out in rhythmic measure through the soul of her child. The lovely things which men make in their days of strength are but the reproductions in embodied forms of the lovely thoughts that were whispered in their hearts in tender youth. The artist’s picture is but a touch of a mother’s beauty wrought out on canvas. There is nothing in all the influences and surroundings of the home of tender childhood so small that it does not leave its touch of beauty or of marring upon the life.” J.R. Miller
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
“Harken; Behold, there went out a sower to sow: And it came to pass, as he sowed, some fell by the way side, and the fowls of the air came and devoured it up. And some fell on stony ground, where it had not much earth; and immediately it sprang up, because it had no depth of earth: But when the sun was up, it was scorched; and because it had no root, it withered away. And some fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up, and chocked it, and it yielded no fruit. And other fell on good ground, and did yield fruit that sprang up and increased; and it brought forth, some thirty, and some sixty, and some an hundred. And he said unto them, He that hath ears to hear, let him hear.” Matthew 4:5-9