Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Never Trump

The vimeo link at the bottom of the page is a 5 minute link to a discussion on how Albert Mohler and Russel Moore are going to vote.  I am siding with them today.  If Hillary is president then maybe the people who say they belong to Christ will reach out to God and fill the churches because we will have no other place to go.  In 1857, with the stock market crash wiping out most Americans financially, revival broke out. Here is the story of the First Great Awakening. is an internet broadcast on September 23, for women, to cry out for revival.  Moms in Prayer will partner with them.

Sunday, June 12, 2016

Terror in Orlando

An Islamic Jihadist terrorist attacked Orlando, FLA, the home of Disney World and Epcot, the happiest place on earth.  Evil is rampant in our world.  Our pastor on Sunday prayed for the people of Orlando.  He prayed that Jesus would come back.  We need Him more than ever.  We don’t know when Jesus will come back but we can learn from history how to make it through all these trials and tribulations.  

Right now I’m reading, “Bonheoffer, Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy,” by Eric Metaxas.  Bonheoffer was fighting God’s enemies first by teaching the truth in the Bible and making disciples.  He started a seminary for the Confessing Church in Germany because the German state church was teaching erroneous information about Jews. Then from his studying and praying he realized that Hitler had to be taken down. But God did not allow him to do it even though he thought God wanted it done.  So sometimes God does not think the way we do.  

What I find helpful, when thinking about all the evil people in the world who are defying God, is to read Psalm 73.  In the beginning of the Psalm David observes all the wicked prospering. At the end of the Psalm when David enters the sanctuary of God he sees the truth.  God will take vengeance on His enemies.

So, is the United States through all this political correctness speech, becoming like a non free speech country? It seems to me that Christians in the U.S. do not have freedom of religion or freedom of speech anymore.  See here to read an article about free speech and how it may be taken away from us. This is very long. 

Schoolteachers are fearful of mentioning their faith at work in concern for losing their jobs.  Those in corporate jobs in some corporations are afraid to speak freely about Jesus.  Now in the military Mikey Weinstein, of Freedom From Religion Foundation, is wiping out all prayer, Bible reading, and preaching in the military.  This includes removing a Bible from a veteran’s display.   The generals dread losing rank if they allow freedom of speech and religion.  This is what our soldiers have fought for during the last 200 years. Are we becoming like Germany during WW II, or communist, or Muslim countries that currently forbid Christianity? 

I think it all began here in the U. S. in the 1930’s.  Instead of reading and studying the Bible many east coast churches became secular and humanistic.  When Dietrich Bonheoffer visited the churches in the New York area he couldn’t find a church where the Holy Spirit was moving. According to his letters in the Eric Metaxas book, Bonheoffer felt that the “black” churches had more of the movement of the Holy Spirit than the “white” churches at that time.

Recently, John Short, Christian missionary to closed countries, reported that as one example in one closed country, North Korea, Christians  talk to each other about Jesus by calling Him “Our Dear Leader.” Others overhearing their conversation would think that they are talking about the current dictator.  When Christians want to sing praise songs in that country they will walk along train tracks until there is no one around and suddenly burst out in song.  “Praying with their eyes open,” describes how they live out their faith in North Korea.  

Likewise Christians in America have a “secret language.”  We might say someone is the “salt of the earth” instead of Christian.  We might say, “bless you” when someone sneezes instead of God bless you in fear of offending someone.  "Bless your heart" is a code word for saying someone is good or bad.

Meanwhile Israel is God’s Timepiece as Scripture is being fulfilled.  With all the rejection of Israel by surrounding countries Israel is alone. Above is a short cartoon depicting how Europe is turning on Israel.  Israel is the only democracy in the Middle East and Islam is not compatible with democracy.  See here.

I had never heard of Ben Shapiro.  This kid is great. See above a 12-minute clip of the best of Ben Shapiro defending many different types of freedom. 

Below is a video of Colonel Richard Kemp defending Israel in a 7 minute clip.

Many of God's people are working hard for God, but boots on the ground may be required to fight God’s enemies. In the end God will take down His enemies in His way.  

Friday, June 3, 2016

I Was The Hero Of My Own Life


We memorized this song in school.
         Somehow my mother was able to raise me to believe that I was perfect, and her favorite child.  I believed her until I was 22 years old.  When Chris and I got married I felt like I was no longer the fair-haired child.  I had damaged my reputation with my mom.  I then was again reminded that I was a sinner just like everybody else.  As a child I was the hero of my own life doing all the right things, so I thought.

I remembered that when I was eight years old and our family was living in Fairbanks, Alaska I believed that I had to be the one to help our family, as they needed my wise guidance. Recently, I found a letter I had written to my mother when I was thirteen.  I was visiting my Grandma Edson.  I encouraged my mom to hire a maid, as the housework was too overwhelming for her.  She did hire a maid but after she dropped my mom’s Rexair vacuum cleaner down the stairs she fired her and never hired another maid.
With our cousins who also lived in Fairbanks. Top to bottom Evy, Richard, Dorothy, me.  Our yard.  You can see our boat and church in the background.  We used to throw a ball over the pump house to each other.

         Back to when I was eight and living in U.S. Government housing in Fairbanks.  I was annoyed with my mother.  It was the same every day.  When I came through the door out of the 30 below weather, from third grade, my mom would be cooking the evening meal. It was only three p.m.  The scene repeated itself again and again, day after day.  (I should have been happy that I had a roof over my head and a mom to buy the groceries and cook the dinner!)

My mom worked in the kitchen as she stood on the faded linoleum floor.  The old refrigerator, stove, sink, wood table, scarred chairs, and high chair filled the room.  Light from the bare bulb overhead shadowed everything in the dark, cold Alaskan afternoon.  My baby brother cried from his cradle.  Wasn’t there more to life than school, dinner, and then bedtime I thought?  Didn’t my mother have anything interesting in her life?  Wasn’t anything exciting ever going to happen?

Spring breakup.  We had snow and floods sometimes in July.  Left to right Richard, Dorothy, Evy, Jay, me, and 2 neighbors.

         “Mom, where’s Evy?” I asked as I struggled out of my snow clothes.
         “She’s upstairs in your room, but before you go and play would you be my sunbeam, like you usually are, and rock little Davy for me?”  Mom wore a bib apron over her blue jeans and sweater, and stirred food on the stove.  It was never too warm in the house.

         “Yeah, all right,” I said.  I threw my outdoor clothes on the floor heat register to dry, and walked to the cradle in the corner of the room near the entrance to the living room.  It was away from the windows, front door, and basement door, to keep the drafts off the baby.  I took a breath, and instead of feeling sorry for myself because I always had to help my mother, I tried to think of myself as a sunbeam. 

If I were a sunbeam I could fly through the air, go miles and miles, and see the whole earth.  Someday I would travel all over. (This proved to be true—I’ve visited every state in the union, I’ve visited Canada, Mexico, the South Pacific, Japan, and the Caribbean.  I’ve been all over Europe twice.  Have driven across Sweden, etc.)

I rocked the cradle and rattled mom’s keys for my brother.  He stopped crying and looked at me.  He really couldn’t focus, I knew, because he was only a month old.   He started to cry again and I rocked harder, and rattled more, but nothing seemed to help.  Finally, Mom came and picked him up, and took him to change, and feed him.
         “Roberta, before you go play, set the table for me.”
         “Oh all right.”

 After setting the table, I went to play with my little sister, Evy.  We always played school because Evy wanted to go to school, but she was only three.  Evy was easier to get along with than that crying baby, Davy.

The sun dipped down behind the mountains even before my older brother, Jay, got home at four.  He had to carry a flashlight to his fifth grade class at school so he could see to get home because it was pitch black by then.  Living in Fairbanks was a difficult adjustment for me after moving from Burbank, California, but my dad loved Alaska.  He had been stationed on the Aleutian Islands when he was in the military.  So he had moved the whole family to Fairbanks.  Dad worked as Chief of the U.S. Weather Bureau.  But I missed the fresh milk and artichokes that we had in California.  I must have complained to my parents, or else our pilot friend had heard the desires of my heart, because he would bring us fresh milk and artichokes when he had to fly to Fairbanks.

One Sunday after church, our family was invited to dinner at one of my dad’s Weather Bureau friends.  The Ostrander’s cozy house warmed me after my whole family had walked several blocks from our house in the below zero winter day.  (If we had to go any distance we would borrow the government van and drive.)  We brought our portion of the dinner, (artichokes from California, and fresh milk), with us.  Inside of the front door of the Ostrander’s house was a rack for outdoor clothing.  I took off my icy wool scarf, which covered my nose and mouth so my lungs wouldn’t freeze.  My long black eyelashes became covered with water as the ice on them melted.     Ice heated and dripped from my hood.  I carefully removed my white rabbit fur parka -- which was trimmed with wolverine around the wrists and wolf fur around the hood.  Next I took off my snow pants, mittens, and hung them on the low hooks.  Because I had my boots off I stepped over the puddles so I wouldn’t get my wool socks wet.  The wool and fur had a tangy, soggy, smell, but they would dry quickly.

         I was happy to see my friend, Bonnie, and her family as they had also been invited.  We played Old Maid before dinner and planned to play again after dinner.  (I always wanted to be the Old Maid, as I was never getting married!)

During dinner I heard my mom say, when the other ladies asked her how she could take care of so many children and the house too, “Roberta is my sunbeam.  She is an extra hand for me.  She very competent for eight.”  I felt good that my mom thought so much of me.  The meal of chicken, potatoes, and artichokes, was eaten, and it was dark again.  Bonnie’s family needed to take their car home to its heated garage.  I forlornly looked out the window as the family got into their car.  I had wanted to play with Bonnie some more.  Snow silently drifted down.  It was getting thicker and thicker in the dark sky.  I heard the engine start up and when the car moved forward it slipped on the icy road and stuck in a snowdrift. 

         I watched as the car backed and went forward trying to get out of the ditch.  I saw Bonnie’s dad get out of the car and return to the house. 
         “Could someone give me a push?   I’m stuck in a drift.”  
         “Sure, we’ll be right out,” said Mr. Ostrander.  The men put on their heavy outdoor clothing and boots and went out.  They began to push the car.    Still it wouldn’t budge.  Bonnie and her mom came back inside bringing a snowy blast of cold air with them.  “I guess it’s going to be awhile,” Bonnie’s mom said.

         The men put boards, gravel, and gunnysacks, around the tires.  Still it wouldn’t go.  Finally, I decided that I would have to help.  I put on my warm clothes and went out with the men.  I stood between my dad and Mr. Ostrander at the back bumper in the cold night air and pushed.  Suddenly the car lurched forward and the driver pulled the car to a level place on the road.  Once again I was the one to solve the problem!  They couldn’t have done it without me, I thought.

Bonnie and her mom had watched from the house.  As soon as the car moved they came out and climbed in.
         “Thanks for the push,” they called as their breath steamed out the open windows.
         I thought to myself, it sure was a good thing that I helped out.    And I felt very happy that I was a sunbeam.  I began singing the Sunday school song:

“Jesus wants me for a sunbeam to shine for Him each day. 
In every way try to please Him at home at school at play. 
A sunbeam a sunbeam Jesus wants me for a sunbeam.

A sunbeam a sunbeam.  I’ll be a sunbeam for Him.” 

And that was another reason I was “self righteous” and the hero of my own life. I must have thought that I was a superhero!

It wasn’t until I was 30 years old that I realized I was only righteous through the blood of Jesus and what He had done on the cross for me.



Tuesday, May 31, 2016

A Spokane Wedding

From left to right my dad, Dave Stowell, 2 gentlemen I don't know, Uncle Jack, Aunt Ruth, my mom Grace Stowell,2 ladies I don't know.  In front -- me on the left and my brother Jay on the right.

These are my memories of my Aunt Ruth and Uncle Jack's wedding--  fictionalized a little for dramatic effect:

The sun beat on the roof of the old bluestone church.  Inside it was dark and cool.   I waited for my Aunt Ruth’s wedding rehearsal to start.  I was seven, and Evy, my three-year-old sister, were to be flower girls for it.  We were nervous but excited. We would spread out the brides train when she got up to the front of the church. Evy and I would carry little white baskets with rose pedals inside, and were to wear long yellow dresses, with ruffles along the neck line, and around the hem.  
Grandma, Mama’s Mom, sat in the front pew and fanned herself with a discarded church bulletin from Sunday.  She looked hot and tired.  Grandma and Grandpa had unloaded the decorations for the wedding from the car, and then everybody helped to decorate the church.
 I reached out and took Evy’s hand.  I felt secure when my sister was with me.  I always knew that two heads are better than one!  My brother, Jay, was to be a candle lighter.  I hoped he wouldn’t burn up the church.  I had no control over him as he was two years older and had ideas of his own.  The church was St. Paul’s Methodist in Spokane, WA.  It was my grandma and grandpa Edson’s church.  My mom had grown up in the church and told us stories about the Epworth League, which was the youth group she attended as a teen.
I had been in many dance recitals so I knew what a rehearsal was.  When we were told to walk down the aisle of the church we pretended to drop rose petals on the floor as we walked to the front of the church.  Uncle Jack was at the front of the church with his friends.  Aunt Ruth walked down the aisle following Mom and the two other ladies who were her bridesmaids.  It was too bad that my mom’s older sister, Aunt Evelyn, and her family, my uncle and my two cousins, would not be able to attend the wedding. They had moved to Alaska and it was too far to come for the wedding.   Dad was one of the men who stood up with Uncle Jack.
“We’ll see everyone back here tomorrow,” the pastor announced. 
          The next day everybody got dressed in what they were going to wear for the wedding except Aunt Ruth.  She would wear the wedding dress that my mom had worn, and then my Aunt Evelyn wore it for her wedding.  But she would get dressed at the church so that the dress wouldn’t get wrinkled.  Finally everyone was ready. 
Evy, my mom, me.
On the way to the church Evy fell asleep.  Mom put her in a crib in the nursery and Grandma arranged for a neighbor girl to sit with her until she woke. The organist played and guests arrived.  Still Evy slept. 
It was close to the time to start the wedding.  I was worried.  I went to mom.  “Shouldn’t we wake Evy?” I asked.
         “If we wake her she’ll be cranky and she won’t help the way you want her to.  You may have to be the only flower girl.” 
         “Mom, I can’t do it by myself.  I need Evy.  I get too scared.” 
         “I know you’ll feel uncomfortable without Evy, but you can do it.  Just imagine yourself whistling a happy tune.  Think about how much everybody loves you,” Mom said.  “God is always with you.  He’ll give you the strength.  Now twirl around so I can see how pretty you look.  
         I took a deep breath and said to herself, I don’t have to be afraid and twirled. 

         Soon it was time to walk down the aisle and Evy still wasn’t awake.  I gritted my teeth and tried to whistle a happy tune in my mind.  Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as I imagined either.  I walked slowly down the aisle, stood where we had practiced that I would stand, and watched Aunt Ruth come down the aisle with Grandpa.  She looked beautiful.  Finally the bride and groom were together.  The train floated like a pond of milk covering every square inch of space between the rows of pews and down the aisle. 

         After the ceremony we had pictures taken.  Evy was still not awake so I gritted my teeth again.  I looked sad in every picture, as I wasn’t happy about being a flower girl alone. During the reception everyone told me what a good job I had done.   I was glad I had made it through the wedding and now I felt happy but it was too late to smile in any of the pictures!
Aunt Ruth's and Uncle Jack's daughter Diana wearing the wedding dress at my parents 50th wedding anniversary party.  My cousin Dorothy's daughter, Cindy, has the dress now.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

No Rudder No Sail

New ark park to open in July 2016

Ravi Zacharias points out that when God told Noah to build an ark He gave detailed instructions.  The design did not include a rudder or a sail though.  Those inside the ark were to put their complete trust in God. They had no control over their lives. God would guide them to their final resting spot.  We know the end of the story—dry ground appeared and they began their life on land all over again.   

Speaking of not having any control in life, and with all the wild things going on in the world, including outrageous weather, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, countries sinking under socialism and communism, Islamic jihadists, the sexual revolution, stealing, lying, killing, and add to that presidential candidates conspiracy theories, see here, life doesn’t look too promising at this time.

But after I attended a memorial service for a long time member of Cascade church, Timothy, I began to see the hope in Jesus again.  Pastor Jan read I Corinthians 15:35-39 from The Message.  He reassured us that we are just seeds now, but when those who believe in Jesus are resurrected, we will bloom into our real bodies. I felt enveloped in God’s love as Pastor Scott played, and as Pastor Nate did the welcome,  prayer, and message on Romans 1:20.  There is hope after all if we will just put our trust in Jesus.   

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Todd Starnes Got Blocked By Facebook

Click on the arrow to see the 3 minute you tube of Todd being interviewed.

We have to laugh or else we will cry.  Here is what happened to Todd Starnes in 2013.  Facebook

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Names of Jesus In The Gospel of John

The Word (John 1:1),
The TRUE LIGHT (1:9)
 THE SON OF GOD (1:34)
I AM (JOHN 8:58) 
LORD (9:38)
 GOD’S SON (10:36)