Monday, November 7, 2016

Living And Dying

I have a thing for altars.

New seasons, new struggles, new joys (and in the case of the above, new family) often don’t seem complete until their legacy has been permanently recognized by the building of one.

It’s just a pile of rocks, I know.
But to me, an altar sits there and silently throbs something much deeper than just a pile of rocks. It represents the essence of the things Christians live for. The things Christians die for.
The living, the giving, the losing and gaining. . .
The offering consumed, a sacrifice acceptable.

We don’t offer animals anymore. We don’t need to.
Forever and always, we offer our hearts. 

Our lives are lived on an altar, ready to be consumed for His glory.
Because this death is, in fact, life everlasting.

And all who would bring forth fruit as workers together with Christ must first fall into the ground and die. The life must be cast into the furrow of the world's need. Self-love, self-interest, must perish. But the law of self-sacrifice is the law of self-preservation. The seed buried in the ground produces fruit, and in turn this is planted. Thus the harvest is multiplied. The husbandman preserves his grain by casting it away. So in human life, to give is to live. The life that will be preserved is the life that is freely given in service to God and man. Those who for Christ's sake sacrifice their life in this world, will keep it unto life eternal. COL 86.3

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Generational Praises

One year ago we welcomed Maria Elise Fisher into our world…

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Today, as she turns one year old in far away Africa, we continue singing the praises of the Life Giver….

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"One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts." Ps.  145:4

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"They shall abundantly utter the memory of thy great goodness, and shall sing of thy righteousness." Ps 145:7

"Children are a gift from the Lord... " Ps.t 127:3

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"Children's children are the crown of old men…"

"...and the glory of children are their fathers." Proverbs 17:6

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"I will extol thee, my God, O king; and I will bless thy name for ever and ever.
Every day will I bless thee; and I will praise thy name for ever and ever.”

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

When the Devil Tells the Truth

This was composed some time ago, but I got around to publishing it now. I guess late doesn't need to mean never. 


It’s been one of those weeks… You know, the sort where you think, Ok, this can be over now. So exhausting. And I come to the end feeling like a bit of a failure myself. All my faults array themselves ugly before my eyes. I need my Jesus like no tomorrow, and I want to escape up the mesa and pray forever. 

I clean the kitchen and think. Pilgrim’s Progress runs through my head, varied voices and all, picking up at the growling words of Apollyon: 

“There is NO prince, who will loose his subjects without a battle!! And I be no exception, Graceless.” 

“My name be Christian!”

“But, Graceless…”

The devil is always like that. Calling us graceless - the recipients of no grace - when our names have actually been changed to Christian. But that’s not what strikes me while my hands are in the dishwater. 

It strikes me with pleasing irony that for once, the devil told the truth. 

There is no prince who will loose his subjects without a battle. 

And actually, that includes the Prince of Peace, the Prince of Heaven. That includes my Prince, who has renamed me Christian instead of Graceless. That means on weeks that feel as if they can just go ahead and be over, when all imperfections array themselves ugly, just then, I can be assured that no Prince will loose His subjects without a battle. 

And last time I checked, Prince Immanuel, the Prince who is God with us, is stronger than the prince of the power of the air (please note the little p on that latter individual). So in a battle between the two, guess who wins? The devil certainly has us bested for strength, but the One who is for us has spoiled all principalities and powers; and further, He made a show of them openly, triumphing over them.* And He did it for me. For you. Yes. I choose to be on His side.

I know you didn't mean it quite that way Apollyon, but thank you - the reminder is welcome. My Prince not only accepts me, but will all out battle for me. He fights for His own. Oh glory. 

And thank You Jesus… 

“And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand.” John 28:28, 29. 

Sunday, June 28, 2015

“….But I Give Myself Unto Prayer.” Ps. 109:4b

(A prayer of intercession for the General Conference Session)

Ps 94:12-15

Blessed is the man whom Thou chasteneth, oh Lord, and teachest him out of Thy law; that Thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity, until the pit be digged for the wicked. 
For the Lord will not cast off His people, neither will He forsake His inheritance. But judgment shall return unto righteousness: and all the upright in heart shall follow it."

Psalms 108

O God, my heart is fixed;
I will sing and give praise,
even with my glory. 
Awake, psaltery and harp:
I myself will awake early. 
I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people:
and I will sing praises unto thee among the nations. 
For thy mercy is great above the heavens: 
and thy truth reacheth unto the clouds. 
Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens:
and thy glory above all the earth;
That thy beloved may be delivered:
save with thy right hand, and answer me. 
God hath spoken in his holiness…
I will rejoice, I will divide Shechem,
and mete out the valley of Succoth.
 Gilead is mine; Manasseh is mine;
Ephraim also is the strength of mine head;
Judah is my lawgiver;
 Moab is my washpot;
over Edom will I cast out my shoe;
over Philistia will I triumph.
 Who will bring me into the strong city?
who will lead me into Edom?
Wilt not thou, O God, who hast cast us off?
and wilt not thou, O God, go forth with our hosts? 
Give us help from trouble:
for vain is the help of man. 
Through God we shall do valiantly:
for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.

 Ps. 90:1,2, 12, 14, 16, 17

Lord, Thou hast been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God…. So teach us to number our days that we might apply our hearts unto wisdom…Oh satisfy us early with Thy mercy that we may rejoice and be glad all our days…Let Thy work appear unto Thy servants, and thy glory unto their children.  And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish Thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish Thou it. 

Ps. 28:9

Save thy people and bless thine inheritance: feed them also and lift them up forever.

 2 Chron. 7:14

If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Save the Date!

Nine months from today, on February 14, 2016 (Valentine’s Day) our precious Natasha will become the wife of a well beloved man of God, Paul Dysinger, the son of dearest long time friends, Edwin and Jennifer. A deep devotion to God characterizes the lives and relationship of this new pair and the fruit it has already born is as that of a watered garden. 

Between now and then Natasha’s presence will continue to bless our lives with her passionate devotion to home and family. We will cherish and savor every blessed moment of home life together.  We are persuaded their love story began where every beautiful love story begins-in the heart of the Heavenly Bridegroom and Lover of our souls. Thus we look forward with grateful anticipation to the joy of that happiest of days which will be celebrated in the beautiful Northern New Mexico alpine town of Red River.

But even more, we eagerly anticipate with grateful hearts the blessedness that we know will follow in the aftermath of their union at the marriage altar- a thought more eloquently expressed by a poetic author:

“But it is when the wedding ceremony is over, and the two are one, that the life begins which has so many possibilities of happiness, of growth, of nobleness of character, of heroism in living, or tender romance in loving. Angels hover about the marriage altar and hush their songs while hands are clasped and holy vows are plighted and then spread their sheltering wings over the happy pair as they start out together on the voyage of life.  The greatest blessedness, the highest development of character, the noblest manhood and womanhood, the most perfect attainments in Christian life, are to be reached in the marriage relation, if it is made what God meant it to be.” J.R. Miller


Dearest Paul and Natasha, 

The beauty of your love story, God honoring courtship and recent engagement has been a gift of grace to us. 

Paul, our hearts were deeply touched, learning a couple of years ago of your long standing devoted interest in Natasha. We admired then the high level of discretion and self restraint that allowed us all, especially Natasha, to remain unsuspecting for years. 

We’ve scrutinized your character over the past years, while witnessing your earnest pursuit of God and His glory. It didn’t take long for the ample evidence of your deep love for Him, passion for the gospel, spiritual gifts, nobility of character and diligence in business to capture the hearts of these parents. These traits, along with the obvious compatibility you share with Natasha in character and personality are among the many valid reasons why, with exceeding joy and confidence we were honored and said yes! when you asked for her hand in marriage.

The trust you bestowed on us parents, long before you could be confident of winning her heart - trust akin to that which you've placed in your own precious parents, did much to win our favor, our confidence and affections bit by bit. We still remember being charmed by the opening lines of a very significant correspondence from you: “It is my desire to lay before you an open and transparent look into all aspects of my life - strengths, weaknesses, vision, mission, goals, and more…” Thank you for your vulnerability, son. Your trust awakened trust in our hearts! Eventually you earned our blessing to win her heart and then, with high hopes, we prayed and watched your persistent efforts to woo her. Perceiving the depth of your growing love for her, your eagerness to bless her, your godly, humble servant leadership has been very touching. It is reflective of the pure and tender, longstanding, steadfast love and care of Christ for His bride. We smiled with delight at your ultimate success in winning her heart. 

Natasha, you were certainly earnest to guard your heart with all diligence! We are inspired by your earnestness. In this case, at times we feared the conquering of the “walled city” might be a mission impossible! ;) It wasn't without seasons of perplexity on your part and ours. When the time came to take “risks” you were not prepared for, it wasn’t without tears and even confusion at times. What a gift of grace it is that His strength is perfected our weakness!

It was heartwarming, after watching much of your wrestling with God, to witness the unfolding of your heart’s response to this honorable man that had the heart of a conqueror. It dawned as deep respect and admiration for his character and appreciation for his compelling spirituality, and gradually grew and matured to become the deep, romantic, tender love and devotion with growing respect and admiration that fills your heart today.  

We’ve been gratified to behold your full embrace of the beauty of God’s ways, as that love for and trust in Paul, is joyfully expressed in your glad submission to his gracious leadership in the relationship. Your earnest eagerness to please him is very touching….It is a beautiful portrayal of the deep, tender love, devotion and joyful submission to Christ of His bride. 

Watching your eager anticipation and total embracing of the Biblical philosophy of marriage has fanned the flame of our own love for God and the beauty of His design at creation-beauty reflected again in His dealings with His bride for our redemption. What a joy it is to yield to Him and His perfect ways!

May you both be inspired by the precious insights, and noble admonitions to husbands and wives of the poetic author J. R. Miller:

“Every husband should understand that when a woman, the woman of his own free and deliberate choice, places her hand in his and thus becomes his wife, she has taken her life, with all its hopes and fears, and its possibilities of joy or sorrow, all its capacity for development, all its tender and sacred interests, and placed it in his hand, and that he is under the most solemn obligations to do all in his power to make that life happy, beautiful, noble and blessed. To do this, he must be ready to make any personal sacrifice. Nothing else than this can be implied  in loving as Christ loved his Church when He gave Himself for it….

There is no earthly line long enough to fathom the depths of Christ’s love for His church, and no mortal can love in the same degree; yet, insofar as that love can be repeated on earth, every husband is required to repeat it…. The husband is to give himself, to deny himself, utterly to forget himself in simple and wholehearted devotion to his wife….He thinks no longer of his own comfort, but of his wife’s. He takes the storm himself and shelters her from its blast. He toils to support her. He denies himself that he may bring new pleasures and comforts to her. He counts no sacrifice too great to be made which will bring benefit to her….” 

A good wife is Heaven’t last, best gift to man…No wife can overestimate the influence she wields over her husband, or the measure in which his character, his career and his very destiny are laid in her hands for shaping.  The sway which she holds over him is the sway of love, but it is mighty and resistless…. Even unconsciously to herself, without any thought of her responsibility, she will exert over him an influence that will go far toward making or marring all his future… If she has in her soul noble womanly qualities, if she has true thoughts of life, if she has purpose, strength of character and fidelity to principle, she will be to him an unfailing inspiration toward all that is noble, manly and Christlike.  The high conceptions of life in her mind will elevate his conceptions.  Her firm, strong purpose will put vigor and determination into every resolve and act of his. Her purity of soul will cleanse and refine his spirit.  Her warm interest in all his affairs and her wise counsel at every point will make him strong for every duty and valiant in every struggle.  Her careful domestic management will become an important element of success in his business life.  Her bright, orderly, happy homemaking will be a perpetual source of joy and peace, and an incentive to nobler living.  Her unwavering fidelity, her tender affectionateness, her womanly sympathy, her beauty of soul, will make her to him God’s angel indeed, sheltering, guarding, keeping, guiding, and blessing him…”

May your joy as a couple be a symbol of the sure reward that awaits those that reverence God, treasure His word, trust His wisdom and embrace His ways.

May each of you “forget self in devotion to the other….. the result will be a wedded life of deep peace, quiet joy and inseparable affection."

With much love, your joyful parents,

Dad and Motherdee :)

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Sound of a Sword

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

Christ Shall Be Magnified

We just hugged our treasures goodbye 12 days ago, as they flew away for another season of loving and serving the very dear people in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

My mother’s heart wants to quake with fear as I kiss my children and the precious face of their 4 month old treasure, little Hudson, nestled in the arms of his loving parents for the long journey overseas.  I think of the rumors I hear of the growing threat of the deadly ebola virus in various parts of Africa.... and of all the other dangers lurking in many of those foreign mission fields, threatening life and health...

Then I remember the dangers that lurked in this dark world when Heaven waved goodbye to the One who came to earth-- also a helpless babe and Heaven’s most priceless treasure... and my heart melts with yearning to give my best and lay all my treasures on the altar. It is my reasonable service! How could I hold anything back?

My thoughts turn back to a letter Chantée wrote to her sister from the DRC in January of this year, as she was recovering from malaria while pregnant with Hudson. During her convalescence she read the book When God Writes Your Life Story. Inspired and challenged she wrote to her sister: 
“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

Dedicated to God

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.

Hudson’s parents, aunts, uncles, grandparents, great aunts and uncles and great-grandparents all rejoiced together with his church family, as Uncle Helton entreated Heaven for its benediction upon his life. His notes (below) were preserved as a reminder of the sacred, joyous occasion. 

Hudson Elijah -- two names that immediately remind us of two callings.  Hudson, a great missionary to China and Elijah, a great prophet who spoke for God.  Both had their origin in the gift of life = a gift from God. 

Jer. 1:5  "Before I formed thee in the belly, I knew thee; before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet unto the nations".

When Hudson came forth, he was perfect--a living soul created in the image of God -- ready to be nurtured and to grow in God's likeness -- to be made ready for service, -- for "not more surely is there a place for us in the heavenly mansions above than is there a special place designated on earth where we are to work for God".

Hudson has an advantage in having godly parents and grandparents to guide his feet in his preparation for his life's work and witness.  He is well named.  Elijah, signifying the role of a spokes person for God.  When he comes to his Mt. Carmel, may he stand tall as a witness for God -- calling the lost to choose the living God.  

DA 51 The dedication of the first-born had its origin in the earliest times.  God promised to give the First-born of heaven to save the sinner.  This gift was to be acknowledged in every household by the consecration of the first-born son.  He was to be devoted to the priesthood as a representative of Christ among men.

Mal.  4:5 -- God made a promise.  "Behold, I send you Elijah the prophet before the coming of the great and dreadful day of the Lord. v.6 And he shall turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the hearts of the children to their fathers, lest I come and smite the earth with a curse".   

God is waiting for a generation of Elijahs to bring salvation to those who would otherwise be lost.  Let us dedicate this Elijah to His service.  (Lay hands on Hudson Elijah)

(Prayer)  O Lord, God Who first gave breath to this child, we acknowledge your claim upon him.  We thank you and praise you for bringing him before us to be dedicated to your service.  Thank you for providing him with a guardian angel to go with him throughout life.  Please put a wall of protection around him to limit the access of evil angels.  Be with his parents as they model our loving and compassionate Saviour before him.   As he learns songs like "Jesus loves Me"-- may he grow in understanding and wisdom.  Fill him with your Spirit that he may experience the joy of giving and service to others.  Please establish him as a pillar in your temple of love and use him in bringing salvation to those who would otherwise be lost.  This is our prayer of dedication for him, and let the church say, "Amen".

Monday, June 2, 2014

Too Late: Just One Instant

I was just scrolling through a journal and ran across these words I wrote on the eve after this story took place three years ago. I had forgotten I had written it. I'm posting it as I found it in the hopes that it will speak to someone as it did to me. Fair warning, it's not a happy tale. 

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June 2011

The familiar static that always comes split seconds before the EMS tone sounded though the house. I was up in an instant, grabbed my wallet and badge from off my desk and ran down stairs to grab the radio as a fragment of the tone sounded followed by a bunch of static. “Agh!” I thought, “the radios aren't working again... No worries, though- we'll find out what's going on as soon as we're on the ambulance”. Sure enough. 10 minutes later while en route we discovered we were headed to a motor vehicle accident-- four patients, one ejected. And just a few minutes later we found out that we would only be needing to take care of 3 of them.

After a good many miles of pavement slipped by, we hit rough dirt road for another 10 miles. When we arrived, the other ambulance that we had actually been dispatched to assist was already on scene. A few wild minutes passed in which we packaged the patents and assessed who was going to be the one to get a helicopter ride out of the deal. It turned out that no one would as the helicopter pilot said they wouldn't fly because of the weather, which, speaking of, was nearly on top or us. As the lightning was striking closer and closer and it began to rain, everyone hurried to get in the protection of the rigs.

One and a half hours later we dropped off our patient at the ED who was now in a stupor despite our attempts at rousing her. The part that really made an impression on me wasn't the blood, loud cries of pain and anguish, smashed car, or even the sight of the poor fellow lying still inside. It was the ride to the hospital with an intoxicated patient who was yelling for her husband, and pleading God to make her husband “okay”. It was quite clear she wasn't the religious sort- everything about her made that plain- but she kept mumbling or shouting... “Please God! Oh please...”.

The lesson God wanted to teach me started to crystallize. For that man still in the car and that lady in our ambulance it was too late. Too late for him because he would never have another chance for change- never have another moment to consider the position of his soul before his God. It was too late for her, not because she couldn't come to repentance, or find true Life- no, there would still be time for that; but too late because the one who she prayed for was already gone- had already slipped beyond the point of help. His probation had ended. That thought was sobering, but what made me think more was the fact that she, fully intoxicated, had found the words for a prayer on her lips. 

Tragedy seems to drive the hardest of hearts to call for help at the feet of Jesus when there's no other way out. I suppose some stay there broken at His feet and allow Him to piece them back together, but in most cases, they eventually turn, hearts harder than before. The lesson for me was this: the time for that lady to pray- to plead before God and throw herself and her husband at His feet was way before she found herself flying through the air. Had it been but one day earlier it could have affected her husbands eternal destiny; perhaps even meant a different outcome on that Thursday afternoon. But there came a moment- just one- when it became too late. One second too late might as well be a thousand... the outcome is no different.

One moments delay in giving ourselves fully to Him could mean it's one moment too late for us as it was for that couple. We can NEVER put off until tomorrow what must be done today.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Praise and Prayer to the Life Giver--

I came upon this touching scene of our firstborn child-- now a mother-- seeking to pass on to her firstborn precious lessons learned long ago 

“....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
Our hearts rejoice in You, gracious Father and Life Giver. Your life is holy. Your motives  pure. The decrees of Your providence perfect. Your character- Love. May we ever sing the praises of Your holy name... through cloud and sunshine... exalting Your beauty and proclaiming Your long as we have breath.

Today we praise You, in the midst of glorious sunshine, for the precious gift and unspeakable joy of the birth two weeks ago today, of Hudson Elijah Fisher. 

Thank you for captivating the hearts of his dear parents Luke and Chantée. They chose to trust You with the life of their unborn child, while serving You in the jungles of Africa.   

Whether their babe lived or succumbed to the life threat of his mother’s malaria, they knew their benevolent God could be trusted... Whether we live or die, You are too wise to make a mistake and too loving to do anything unkind. We glory in Your matchless love, grace and mercy, which inspired our children’s trust.

As You kept Hudson Elijah safe from many dangers in his little cocoon before birth, keep now his heart, mind, soul and strength forever set apart for Your noble purposes as he grows “in wisdom and stature and in favor with God and man.”  

May heaven’s richest blessing-- the love of our Father-- find new significance and awaken more profound gratitude and devotion in the hearts of his precious parents.

Pour Your grace on their home and make it ever one “where Jesus’ name is sweet to every ear, where children early lisp His fame and parents hold Him dear...” Keep them in awe of their sacred trust and mindful of their dire need of grace....
“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
Father, may angels rush to the aid of Luke and Chantée when they cry for help and wisdom.  May they discharge their holy duties with faithfulness, with Heaven's aid, leaving a touch of beauty upon the life of their precious son--God’s future servant--Hudson Elijah Fisher.

(Some snapshots through the eye of an iPhone 4)

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