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Jesus was asked by his disciples to teach about prayer. In Matthew 6 he gave a model that is still used.

The heart as an organ is essential. If injured or diseased life is threatened. Figuratively speaking if you steal one’s heart you have their love. If you break one’s heart you abuse them. Jesus said that “ where your treasure is there your heart will be also ” (Luke 12.34). That is a nugget. Think about it. What you treasure possesses your being. My heart screams, “Wait a minute Lord, what do you mean? I love you! Really! I do!” In my mind I am in love with Jesus Christ. He is my Savior. He is my Lord. He is the reason for my existence. He protects me and cares for me. I have given Him my heart and asked Him into it too. Those are pretty words aren’t they? But let’s look at my heart relationship from a different angle. If Jesus were my husband/ wife (for the sake of illustration) what would my love life be like? Really. It is a legitimate question. How often would I speak to Him? What would I talk about? How would I show Him my affection? How would I treat Him? My mind works against ...

There are times when I’d just like to click my ruby slippers at the heels and bleep out of here! Then I wake up! That would be stupid wouldn’t it! Bleeping out of a perfect job at the center of God’s will. Lately I have been giving frightful updates of murderous, coke sniffing thugs who would definitely make the cowardly lion faint dead away. I paint pictures of desperation, heart-ache and sadness that would make the tin-man shed a corroding tear. All of these are real life snapshots but they need not be motive for heel tapping escapes. Those are for empty-headed scare crows who haven’t got a brain. God isn’t hiding behind a silly curtain and rattling and prattling about promises He is not going to fulfilled. Granted His timing is different and His answers are too. Take this one for example. My wife has recently been praying a much needed Stateside visit. I left her to her petitions and settled for the fact that we would be going in 2013 as previously planned. Though I was doubtful...

While passing our tracts on Saturday Rebeca, one of my juniors, saw two teens and went to give them one. She came back running and said, “Man, pastor! They were making dust!” I replied, “Dust? What do you mean?” She burst into hysterical laughter while the other girl with me said, “They were getting ready to snort cocain!” Man, I am 58. Rebeca is 10. She is more streetwise than me. Not that that is necessarily a good thing. Just a few minutes later we were able to spend about an hour sharing the Gospel with a lady named Rose. She in turn sent her two nephews to our Bible Club and they had a blast. So, besides the dust the day was a good one. Even thought my team is in last place in our club’s competition. Yesterday I looked out my office window to see a police helicopter hovering just three streets away. Not five minutes later I heard the screeching of tires and sirens. I discovered today that a police was murdered in an afternoon gunfight. Wow. This news came a day af...

Our Youth Retreat was a blast! We spent quality time in Psalm 119 learning about the importance and indespesibility of the Word of God. Our teens (and at least one old guy, me) will be memorizing 120 verses of this Master piece in the coming months. We again went to Peruibe for our retreat and had a lovely time. The trip started out rather rough when a normal three hour voyage turned into a seven and a half hour trial because of the holiday rush! The time together was worth that rough start. We saw each of our teens make important decisions for Christ. This retreat came just a week after our move to the neighborhood and several days of painting our former house. Here when you rent a place you have to paint it when you move. We went on the trip needing a rest! Dawn, however, has kitchen duty cooking for twelve during the four day outing. She worked her wonders and everyone was thrilled with her new recipes. We are still trying to downsize and dig out of our quick move. Its one s...

  And the LORD said unto him, What is that in thine hand? And he said, A rod .Exodus 4:2 I'm a "walking-stick" kind of guy. I've always like to grab a stick when going for a walk in the woods and weeds. I have several right now on my back porch. The one that I cut just two days ago is green bamboo! Cool. In Moses’ writings we read about Aaron's rod, God's rod and Moses' rod. All were used in Power move situations. Have you noticed? On Moses’ first encounter with Jehovah God the question is asked, "What is that in your hand" and the response is, "A rod." However, when tossed to the ground that "rod" became a wicked looking snake. How do I know that it was wicked looking? Because an aged shepherd who had been working the "back-side" of the desert for forty years ran like a scared school boy when he saw it! The rod became leverage in the conversation with pharaoh. Don't you just know that Moses was chomping at th...

Exodus 18.9 When is the last time that you shared a blessing with someone. I mean that you literally sat down with a friend and shared the blessings that God has been showering you with. That is what happened in Exodus 18 when Moses met with Jethro his father-in-law. Can you imagine this scene with me? These two old men with their long beards are sitting on the ground at the table where they have been dinning. All the while Moses has been recounting what the LORD has been doing in his life lately. Man! A firsthand account of all of those miracles by none other than Moses. Here sits the entire family around the table recounting God's blessings. The result was that "... Jethro rejoiced for all the goodness which the LORD had done to Israel ...". Interesting that word, "rejoiced". It means to " rejoin ". It has the sense of uniting, intertwining or connecting . I know that you have been in a situation like this. A friend is weaving a story and you a...