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Neighborhood Prayer 9-23-8

Middlebury Street Terry Heath and I had a great night tonight.  We prayed and talked to so many people.  This was our last night on Middlebury Street for the year.  It was a great finale night. Max and Crystal are moving soon.  They have found a place on U.S. 20 in Osceola.  Please pray for them.  They will be at church this coming Sunday.  We stopped and spoke with them and with Melissa and Cecil (the couple they have been living with) for quite a while.  We are making lots of new friends. We handed out fliers to a group of young men at the apartments.  They were all drinking beer from 40 oz bottles wrapped in paper bags.  One young man just began violently cursing under his breath about the flier when I handed it to him.  I had never seen him before, but his two friends I had seen regularly over the past couple of months.  The one young man in particular was always kind of cocky and kind of smirking at us in scorn when we came through, but he and the other fellow were very obviously

Jehovah-'Ez-Lami

Lord my Strength - (H5797 ) Here are two verses where 'Lord my strength' appears: Exodus 15:2 The LORD is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation: he is my God, and I will prepare him a habitation; my father's God, and I will exalt him. Psalms 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him. In studying these verses, I was struck by the parallels between them. The first verse is from the song of Moses. In Exodus 14, the Lord rescued the Hebrew people by parting the sea and allowing them to escape the army of Pharaoh. The second verse is a Psalm written by David. We're not sure of the circumstances, but we know that David is celebrating God's hearing his prayer. from verse 6: Psalms 28:6 Blessed be the LORD, because he hath heard the voice of my supplications. So the occasions of the writing of these verses, are times of crying out to God in

A Chevy, a Cracker, and the Cross

My grandson Jakub, whom many of you know, just began kindergarten.   His teacher explained to his mother that this was not the kindergarten of years gone by, with much time spent eating cookies and sleeping on nap rugs.   She said that he would know how to read by Christmas.   What a momentous event that is.   I believe it was while in first grade that I took my first trip down Main Street in Elkhart , after I began to learn to read.   I watched out the car window. I vividly remember in particular one red neon sign with the word, "BAR" on it and how wonderful it was to recognize for the first time, a word outside of a schoolbook that could be read and could understood to mean something.   Symbols abound around us.   They become such an automatic part of our consciousness that we don't even think of them as symbols.   Think of learning to read.   There are two stages to the process.   First comes the learning and recognition of the alphabet and how each letter has ass

Neighborhood Prayer Walk - 9-16-8

Middlebury Street This is our next to last week for the season.  Terry Wallin is in Florida.  Terry Heath started a new job today and was therefore unable to attend.  I haven't heard from Melissa in a little while.  Her phone has been disconnected, so for only maybe the second time since March, I was walking and praying alone this evening. We had a good night.  I spoke with Donny, this is the fellow Terry Wallin and I met for the first time last week.  I spoke with him as he rode his bicycle back from the grocery store.  He seems to be doing pretty well.   A fellow on the porch at the Serenity Hall building stopped me and wanted to talk.  We chatted for quite a while sitting in the chairs there, watching the traffic on the street.  His name is Jimmy.  He gave me his testimony, really his life story of being delivered from drugs and alcohol some 21 years ago.  He is searching for a church to attend.  We may see him soon. I talked with Loretta and her crew over on Aspenwald.   I spok

Where Art Thou?

Genesis 3:6-9 And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her; and he did eat.  (7)  And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.  (8)  And they heard the voice of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day: and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God amongst the trees of the garden.  (9)  And the LORD God called unto Adam, and said unto him,  Where art thou ? What a very interesting passage this is.  Adam and Eve existed in a world of perfection.  All that they required, they had before them, and yet that wasn't enough.  They desired more.  They disobeyed God and tried to hide themselves from Him. . . and God asks, "Where art thou?". . . When God speaks, we think with

Neighborhood prayer walk - 9-9-8

Middlebury Street Tonight Terry Wallin, Terry Heath, and I walked and prayed in the Middlebury Street neighborhood. We met Terry Heath through his girlfriend earlier this summer. One evening in June, we prayed with her. She was very upset and during our prayers she began greatly weeping. Melissa gave her a big hug. She just poured out her heart in Melissa's arms. We cut short our walk and took her out to the county jail to visit her boyfriend, Terry. He is now out of jail. Terry, Glenda and their children were at church Sunday. We anointed and prayed with them at the altar. Terry greatly desires to give something back to God's kingdom, that has done so much for him. He plans to be with us every time we go out on the streets praying. We had a wonderful night. I repeat myself again and again, but we prayed with so many people. Tonight we had a very memorable happening. A house on the north side of Middlebury Street, like so many houses, appearing to be vacant, no sign

The Grace of God. . .

I recently took a business trip to Canada. I go there several times a year. On my drives I keep a book of Scriptures that I found at a resale shop on the dashboard of the car, "Personal Promises from God's Word." It is small leather bound book of Bible verses arranged by category. On my trip, I have about 8 hours behind the wheel. I love this time alone with God. I don't listen to the radio. I don't often have a CD in the player. I talk to God and I take scriptures from my little book and I meditate upon them, for mile upon mile down the highway I chew upon the manna from God. . .The drive passes very quickly. I eagerly anticipate every opportunity I have for such extended period of communing with God. . . no distractions, no interruptions. . . no need to hurry. . . This trip I spent much time pondering this verse: 2 Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore w