The value of WORK:

Work leads to honesty;

Work leads to self-control;

Work leads to gratitude;

Work leads to blessing those you love and care for;

Work is a refuge place within the Kingdom of God;

Work reveals God working in us, six days a week;

and Work leads us to the seventh day, a day of rest.

Thanks, Dan Clark, for this outline.

 Popcorn.

You put a handful in the pot, stir it, turn up the heat and wait for it to pop.

It all went into the pot at the same time.

But the individual pieces pop at different times.

Your kids all grow up in the same home, but they don't pop at the same time.

Wait patiently. The right time will come!

 Blind and the Blind

Today at our Gathering Place, I watched tears of joy streaming down a blind man's face. 

Because of childhood epilepsy, he could not stay at his mother's home. His father had died, so the mother was left to bring up a family of four boys and four girls. A pastor and his wife in an Anglican church took in the twelve-year-old and cared for him. He was eighteen when they moved to another parish. He worked for the Post Office and then for a mining firm in his home country. He came to Canada at age 31, got a job as a chocolatier, and produced chocolates until he retired. During those years, he earned enough to bring his mother, brothers and sisters, wife, and four children to Canada. 

Following retirement, he became blind. Only in the last years, after he lost his sight, did the childhood teaching of the Lord take hold in his life. 

The noise of 50 or more people gathered for "Bottomless Coffee" is loud, and I had difficulty getting every word. People bubble over with a table full of fruits, cookies, cupcakes, nuts, and a full course meal. The loving care our volunteer staff gives neighborhood people every Thursday morning and afternoon sets the scene for good conversations. At times, I  wish the room had a volume control switch!

But words don't say it all. My friend explained how, in late life, he welcomed the love of Jesus. He lifted his weakened hands high. Tears of joy wet his cheeks. Simply speaking of the Lord, his blind eyes see glory. It takes your breath away to see a blind man weeping from the joy of glory.

Then I remember how many I know. Those who have eyes but cannot see. 

They have been instructed in the way and have lost their way. 

Lord, thank you for the insight you have given my dear friend, my prayer partner.

 Voices we hear: Modern and Ancient

Modern:

"You only go around once, but if you play your cards right, once is enough." Frank Sinatra

Ancient:

"Everything is permissible" - but not everything is beneficial. "Everything is permissible" - but not everything is constructive. Nobody should see his own good, but the good of others. So whether you eat or drink of whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God." I Corinthians 10:23, 24, 31

 Voices we hear: Modern and Ancient

Modern:

"So no matter how hard it gets, stick your chest out, keep your head up, and handle it." - Tupac Shadur

Ancient:

"Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given to us." St. Paul, Romans 5:3-5

 

Dear David and Cathie, You've done it again! Book 6! And soon Book 7 on Ephesus!

Congratulations on persevering to the end. We have greatly been blessed by Miriam's, Anthony's, and Grace's stories. How wonderful to imagine how early Christians developed their faith while reaching out to people around them.

You have given us the lens of this story to see the historical setting and detail that makes it so poignant. Thank you for all the hours and hours of work to produce these amazing books. Thank you for so generously sending us "Hot off the press" copies with their artistic covers. 

You have blessed us. We are grateful! Joyfully, (signed J and R)

Valentine's Passion, Choices, and Sacrifices

For Valentine's Day, 2022, a new book is launched, exploring, among other things, two stories to set a person's heart beating faster. 

Book Six - Fortress Shadows: A Chronicle of Smyrna is a story about passionate love. We have heard it said that true love requires sacrifice. But it’s incredible how passionate love leads to intense conflicts of every kind. Everyone in this book has a singular focus. (This is the sixth historical novel in the saga Heartbeats of Courage.)

People of all ages express their love, but it comes out differently. This historical novel, placed in the ancient city of Smyrna, Izmir, (see the front cover), on the Turkish coast, is set in the last years of the First Century. 

 The story explores many kinds of passion. Anthony, an imprisoned Roman legionary on trial for crimes against the state, faces the most difficult decision of his life. By simply declaring, “Caesar is lord and god,” he can walk free with a new lease on life. But if he loves his Lord more than life, he faces certain execution. At his court-martial, Anthony faces five military commanders. Antipas, who we met in Book One of this saga, became Anthony’s mentor. 

Antipas loved his Lord so much that he could not declare, “Caesar is lord and god.” And that led to a terrible death. From experience, Anthony knows military men love and respect the Roman Empire. Their commitment permits them to understand politics and religion from only Rome’s viewpoint. 

Other people are passionate in their search for wealth, prestige, popularity, possessions, and power. Why is their commitment so focused that they will sacrifice everything to fulfill their ambitions? Some are judges, lawyers, landowners, shipbuilders, sailors, and even criminals in the illegal slave business.

 Unknown to Anthony, Miriam, married for seven years, faces a painful choice. She can either choose to receive an enormous inheritance with certain conditions, which will make her a fabulously wealthy woman. Or she might have to spend the rest of her life with her husband, Anthony, experiencing abject poverty. Does Miriam love her husband enough to become impoverished, living at the lowest economic levels? 

 Grace is Anthony and Miriam’s adopted daughter. She will soon learn how much sacrifice is called for as she lives with her mother’s decision. Young Grace, only seven years old, gradually answers many questions: What does it take to keep a home a loving place? What choices and sacrifices must be made to keep bread on the table? Why is the teaching of Jesus, the Nazarene, a challenge for both the Roman and Greek-speaking authorities? Why won’t they believe in the Kingdom of God? How do corruption and greed continue to outsmart the cleverest governmental authorities? Around Grace are various married couples and those who don’t believe in a wedding. One of her most significant discoveries is the answer to a question: “What character traits are necessary to overcome the obstacles that love places in their way?” 

 And for ourselves, we find an answer to an oft-repeated question: “Were people 2000 years ago that different from what we find in the world today?”

Unwelcome change at age five

 

With Wilson

I was five years old when the first pains began to twist and turn in my tummy. Earlier that morning, I was playing with my African friend, Wilson. He and I were inseparable, and we went everywhere together every morning and afternoon. Wilson's father was an African evangelist, teaching in the Bible School. We often strolled across the football - soccer - field. It was used every day by the young men who studied with Wilson's father, and by children at the nearby elementary school.

The fresh mound of red-brown dirt at the far end of the sports field marked a new grave. The sight would not leave me. In my mind, I kept walking toward the place where Rosalie was buried a week before. She died before reaching twenty. The word used by my parents,  "consumption," either in English or Tugen, meant little to me. 

 I kept going back to the previous days when I was at Rosalie's bedside as we sang her favorite songs. The last song she wanted to be sung was "On Christ, the solid rock I stand." This lovely young African woman had been my best friend. She had been taking care of me since I was a toddler. Every morning,  my mother, a nurse, attended to the long line of sick people who lined up early every day at the medical clinic, so Rosalie watched over me.

Many people sat around her bed. The scene came back. I knelt beside the African pastor who was on one side, and my father on the other side. We held hands around Rosalie's bed as she breathed her last. "My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus' blood and righteousness." The words were in Tugen, the language of the people in Kabartonjo. 

The day after she died, shortly after the noon meal, Rosalie's body was lowered into a newly-dug grave. Close by was an enormous shade tree. 

Then, only a few days later, my father held my little hand in his big, steady hand. We walked across

With Rosalie

the sports field and I looked up at him. "Squeeze my hand harder, Daddy." When he squeezed my hand, I felt secure. "Squeeze harder!" It was easy, at age five, to feel safe when he held my hand so tightly. 

That night I first heard my parents talking about the worrying political situation in Kenya. They thought I was asleep in bed, but I was still awake, thinking about how Rosalie had died. One thing wouldn't leave me. When her relatives came for the funeral, more than fifty members of her family decided to follow Jesus. 

Earlier, in the afternoon, I felt safe. My dad's firm grip hand gripped my mine, but the pleasure of that afternoon was spoiled that night. My father explained to my mother his anxiety about the dangerous times ahead. I lay in bed and heard him say, "The chief is against me for my speaking out about the things we object to." As a five-year-old, I didn't know anything about FGM, female genital mutilation.

 All I knew was that my mother looked after twenty teenage girls in a girls' school and dormitory. They came from families who didn't want their daughters to go through "customs." This was the other work my mother carried out.

"And outside this area, quite far away," my father continued, "Mau Mau soldiers are demanding that white settlers leave Kenya." It was the first time I heard all these strange words, and I didn't know what they meant, but I knew it meant trouble was ahead. A strange sensation hit me. Pain gripped my stomach.

(This is a passage from a forthcoming autobiography, "Stay On Track: Colony Ending Insights.")

 Mercy and Grace in Prison

For three years, I lived in a desert area. When the rains came, the thorn trees burst out with fresh leaves. Overnight, it seemed a transformation took place. Butterflies appeared and songbirds flew about.

In that hot, dry area, another transformation took place. My father was a full-time chaplain ministering to thousands of Kenyan men who had been apprehended by the British colonial administration. Some were sentenced to one year in prison, other men in the uprising against Great Britain had to serve two years.

With a strong British accent, it might have been dangerous for my father to spend hours each day in the cells. In some of them, upward of 100 men were housed in what had been former airport hangers. Theoretically, he could have been physically hurt in one way or another.

Instead, hundreds of one-time rebels against the Kenyan government were saved as they trusted in the Savior. One man said, “Before the Gospel was preached to us, everyone here was talking about rebellion; now, everyone is talking about the Lord Jesus.”

Another stated, “We get food and water and medical care, but it isn’t those things that made us different. Only the Word of God could have done that.”

A Christmas thought: “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God… to all who believe in his name, he gave the right to become children of God…grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.” John 1:1,12,17

The Health Hidden in Laments

 

The Seige and Destruction of Jerusalem, a painting by Roberts

A lament comes from the depth of one's soul. It reaches down into the common memories of a group of people, and there comes a painful cry. Mourning, with multiple levels and reflecting hundreds of memories, rises to the surface. 

I think of the lament at the death of King Saul and David's best friend, Jonathan. Both Saul and Jonathan were defeated in a battle. That terrible event marked the end of King Saul's life and the beginning of David's rule.

More poignantly, Jeremiah's lament comes to mind. I never get tired of reading the majestic poetry, among the best in the Bible. The lament has endless depth, gripping pictures of destruction, and the collective moan of loss.

Two comments about laments come to mind. First, a lament combines both a personal situation as well as one's entire society.

Burning the Temple, a painting by Fransico Hayiz

When Jeremiah witnessed the destruction of Jerusalem's walls and the temple being burned, he recalled his frequent trips to pray inside those walls, to offer a sacrifice at the temple. But it wasn't only his loss. His entire society had been laid to waste. Personal and societal loss were bound up in the same expression of grief. 

Secondly, within a lament, within the awareness that the end of something precious has been lost, there is a new beginning. For David, the kingdom was now going to be his to govern. For Jeremiah, the awesome nature of God's judgment because of idolatry led him to an eternal confession, one we still sing about frequently. His words became our words. 

Monument of General Titus Capturing Jews in Jerusalem, Rome 

Because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22,23

Looking around at our world right now, I wonder if we as Christians could agree on a lamentation. How ready we are to hoard more stuff, especially on Black Friday or Boxing Day. And how slow we are to think of the poor. How quickly do we approve of the third vaccination against Covid-19, when more than 50% of the world's population doesn't have access to even a first dose? How easy it is to buy even larger vehicles, store extra stuff in our garages and storage units outside our homes. At the same time, people south of the USA border and in at least 65 of the poorest nations in Africa and Asia have suffered through decades of inadequate governance. The list of ills seems endless. Not only that, the list seems to be growing ever longer. 

We need to reflect on this time of global crisis. Each of us has an image of something we have lost in these past years, perhaps a sense of security, perhaps a job, even a lost loved one. Our combined grief is deserving of a healthy lament.

Why "healthy"? Because it is in the moment that we accept our loss that we have to return, as Jeremiah did, to the everlasting faithfulness of the Lord. Jeremiah didn't ditch his people. They kept on sinning. They simply would not leave their idolatry. He loved his people and even followed them to Egypt, dying there. In the same way, we will love our neighbors, our friends, and our beloved family members, many of whom we might consider a lost cause. Why do we stick with our people when there seems to be no hope? 

It's because of the Lord. It's his faithfulness that holds us firm through the storms of life. 

Rebuilding after a Rotten Foundation

Rebuilding after a Rotten Foundation crumbles. That was the challenge my father faced when I was four years old.

We were living in the western Kenyan village of Kabatronjo, about five hours drive from the urban center of Eldoret. Travel is quicker and more accessible now, but in those days, the steep drop down the Elgeo escarpment, the perilous trip over the deep, rushing waters of the Kario River, and the agonizing climb back up the other side of the Rift Valley took longer. Paved roads and safer curves mean it's easier to find materials these days. But in that year, my day needed to rebuild a house being destroyed from the ground up by termites.

A few days before, I was playing with my toy cars beside the living room wall. I pressed the wheels of my toy against the wall, and a hole instantly appeared behind the yellow paint. Calling my father, I went running to where he was typing out lessons for the young men studying in the school. He came in to see what was the matter, and then he called out, "Hazel, you'll have to come and see this!"

Termites had taken most of the wood, finding a better place, I suppose, deep in the ground to chew things over. Support that the two-by-fours and the planks attached to them were supposed to give to that wall had been eaten away by tiny creatures looking for nourishment. Soon, the fundi, the carpenter on the mission station, was beside my parents, poking his fingers into the wall here and there. He went to other rooms in the house, and then his verdict came as he sadly shook his head. "Mr. Phillips, you are going to have to rebuild the entire house."

And that is what happened. Our house was torn down, as you can see in the photographs. A team of four carpenters came from the nearby, larger town of Kabarnet, ten miles to the south. Those strong young men took down the walls, first having moved all the furniture out. The old house, built by Stuart Bryson, the remarkable Australian who translated the entire Bible into the Tugen language, had not thought about the considerable damage termites could bring about.

Within a few weeks, the new timbers were erected on treated wood, the new foundation, and that house was our home for another two years before we moved away. At that time, polio attacked the muscles in our bodies. 

Sometimes I think about the invisible damage done to our lives. Yes, there is an unseen but very real eating-away at our foundations. Greed for money, prestige, and grasping for precious objects can eat away at our souls, even if it's not observable to others. Course language, pornography, casual relationships do the same thing, working quietly and insidiously.

I admire teachers and counselors who can help young men and women detect the rot that sets in. I found the damage to our walls when I poked around, not suspecting to find anything wrong. Let's pray for families, moms and dads, who work with teens and young adults, helping them build a foundation that will not rot and decay and bring the house down around their ears in later life.

It's Thanksgiving time in the USA and Canada. Let's give thanks for moms and dads who lay good, solid foundations for their families.  

Five Conditions for Prevailing Prayer

 Five Conditions for Prevailing Prayer:

1 Entire dependence on the merits and mediation of our Lord Jesus Christ.

2 Keep separated from all known sin.

3 Have faith in God's word of promise as confirmed by his oath.

4 Ask in accordance with his will.

5 Be willing to wait for the right time, even as you are constant in supplications.

The Four Ways God Answers Prayer

 1 If the timing is wrong, God says, "Go slow!" Wait. See John 11, the story of Lazarus.

2 If the request is immature, God says, "Grow!" The reason is to develop our character, not to provide comfort or convenience. Is. 59:1-2

3 If the request is out of God's will, he says, "No!" Jesus prayed for the cup to be taken from him while he was in the Garden of Gethsemene, but he still was willing to obey the Father.

4. When the request is right, God says, "Let's Go!" 

James 4:14-17 Keep our motives pure, believe, don't doubt, focus on possibilities, not limitations, and never stop praying!