Lift Your Eyes

“Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” 

Hebrews 12:2-3

When the weight of the world bears upon you,
    When trouble and despair overcome;
When weariness falls from temptations and trials,
    Lift your eyes to God’s glorious Son.

When it feels there is no one to turn to,
    Who will share in your aching release;
If you find no shoulder on which to recline,
    Lift your eyes to the God of great peace.

Cast your burdens upon His mighty shoulders;
    Run to Him, and do not delay.
Lift your eyes and your heart to your Maker,
    And look into His beautiful face.

For it’s there that your solace awaits you;
    It’s there where relief can be found.
When you look upon your Savior,
   His peace will forever abound.



Copyright 2006 Karen L. Brahs

Haiti Relief

I just received this as an email from my Pastor and would like to encourage those who are looking for a worthy and legitimate charity to donate money to for the Haiti relief efforts to consider the Heartline Ministries.  100% of your donated dollars goes directly to  the needs of the Haitian people.  Please visit the website listed below.  

"Those of you that know me are aware that I have 4 adopted children from Haiti .  You may not know that I am also on the board of directors for the Heartline Ministries, an orphanage in Port-Au-Prince .  Our people in Haiti are scrambling to get basics like food and water to take care of the children and our workers.  The earthquake has been devastating for them and they need help.  Money is the number one need.   Funds are needed to buy materials and supplies for recovery and rebuilding.  If you are inclined to donate to Haiti ’s need and are not aware of an organization that needs help, you can donate to our organization at www.heartlineministries.org or www.haiti-relief.com.  I can guarantee the funds will go directly to relief efforts in Haiti .  Please keep Haiti in your thoughts and Prayers."

 

Thanks. 

 

Thomas White, CFP, CPA, PFS

White & Company, PC

PO Box 898, Sunnyside , WA   98944

Phone:  509-837-6700

Fax:  509-837-8151

A Simple Song Of Faith

We are unable to turn on the television, the radio, or our computers without seeing horrible images or hearing heart-wrenching stores of the devastation in Haiti.

As the days following the earthquake increase, it seems the suffering and hopelessness grows even greater.  According to the reports, the people of Haiti wait for rescue, for relief from hunger and thirst, or wait for death.  And as time becomes more precious as they cling to a bare thread of life, the desperation is growing into frustration and anger, and lawlessness is beginning to threaten the rubble-strewn streets.  But for every one hundred stories of grief or unrest, there comes a story of hope and joy.  A few nights ago I watched as one such story unfolded.

Just two miles from the Haiti airport, where thousands of United Nation relief workers and American troops unload millions of critical tons of aid, the House of the Children of God  orphanage lay in rubble.  It had housed infants from a mere few days old to dozens of older children who had been abandoned there.  The orphanage director and his handful of workers had managed to gather what was salvageable from the wreckage.  Their protection from the elements consisted of a truck van to house the infants and a crudely built open-air tent for the older children.  Although they had managed to receive some water from a water truck, it was not clean and had added dysentery to the already worsening situation.  They had a two-day supply of unclean water, food was not mentioned, no medical supplies, and had twice been forced to fight off looters who attempted to steal what little they had.

As I looked at the faces of the beautiful, bright-eyed babies, this story of helplessness could have overwhelmed me and caused me to ask God why He would allow such suffering to be brought to such small and innocent victims.  But instead, it brought another reaction.  It revealed to me miracle after miracle and the powerful and providential hand of God upon it.

Not one child was injured or killed in the earthquake.

The lives of the orphanage director and the workers were spared and the children left with shepherds to tend them.

A wall of divine protection had been placed around them and those who would bring harm to them had been driven back.

But the most powerful miracle to watch was these small people’s witness to the world.  They sang.  They continued to lift their voices in praise and worship to Almighty God.  And God heard them and responded.

A truck was brought in to their location by the Fox News crew, delivering cases of clean, bottled water and promises of other supplies and support to come.  Their report was broadcast world-wide to millions of viewers, engendering an overwhelming response.  And because of Fox reporter Geraldo Rivera’s dogged determination, I have no doubt they will receive everything necessary to sustain them through this tragedy.

You may ask yourself how the workers and the children are able to sing joyful praise while so much pain and misery surrounds them.  The secular media pondered the Haitian’s ability to continue in worship of God in a similar gathering that was reported.  They are unable to comprehend the existence of God’s presence amidst so much destruction and sorrow.  They wonder how, and even why, there are those who continue to believe in an omniscient and omnipresent God while so much pain and grief and an uncertain future has enveloped them.  Their doubt-filled hearts and unopened eyes question the sanity of anyone who believes in and places their hope in the Unseen God.  

But it is in situations just like this where God is most evident.  The children have been taught that Jesus loves them and will continue to provide for and protect them, even if it means waiting.  And they do so patiently.  With an innocence and trust many who are watching question, the children know there is only One to turn to in their hour of need.  Their tiny voices singing to Him Who holds the balance of all things in His hand were carried on angel’s wings to His throne.  His ear heard their cry and in response, He joined alongside those who work tirelessly to bring relief.  He has poured out upon them His love, His comfort, His protection, His joy, and is sending them the help for which they prayed.

“For He has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one;  He has not hidden His face from him but has listened to his cry for help.” Psalm 22:24

As the efforts to bring aid and comfort to the nation of Haiti continue, please keep them lifted up in your own prayers.  He will not forsake His children who remain faithful to Him.  We have seen the evidence with our own eyes through a simple song of faith.

How marvelous it is to meditate on this vital truth:

Jesus is both the Teacher and the Lesson!

Yep, you're in the right place!  

I got tired of the old look and decided to change the blog's background but, BOY, was that a challenge!  For all you bloggers out there who want to create a welcoming and warm blog for your visitors, I sure hope you had an easier time than I did!

After choosing a new background template from Cutest Blog On The Net, trying to eliminate the old one that kept showing back up, seeking help from my brilliant and beautiful nieces who have been blogging longer than me, reading and re-reading Blogger's and Cutest Blog's instructions, finally giving up on the new one and selecting one of Blogger's boring backgrounds, I had a headache and it was past my bedtime.  I would tackle the mess I had created in the morning and, hopefully, visitors wouldn't wonder who sneaked in while they weren't looking and made a royal mess of things.

I was just about ready to give up when, lo and behold, instead of Blogger's blah background, the template from Cutest Blog mysteriously appeared!  I still haven't figured out what happened to Blogger's background, or the old background you were accustomed to, or how the new one over-rode them.  I'm just glad it's there!  Somewhere along the path of attempting to freshen up the look of the blog and from my perspective, failing miserably, all seems to be well...for now!  Who knows what will happen when I take my eyes off it for a moment!  It seems to have a mind of its own!

So, I hope you like it...because, at this point, it will just have to stay there!  Maybe a few months from now, after my nieces finish educating me on the do's and don't's of background changes, I'll take another stab at it.  I'm still receiving new and useful tips from them as I write this!  Until then, I hope you come back often to visit me.

Oh, and by the way, I love to hear comments, so please leave a note after your visit...and be sure to mention your own blog so I can visit yours! 

Have a great week, everyone!

Angel Flight

I had never heard of Radney Foster until my son posted this on Facebook.  It is a beautiful reminder of the unwavering bravery and sacrifice of the soldiers who fight for freedom, and their journey back home.  

Thank you for your service, Buddy.  And to your son, and my grandson, Stephen, may the Lord bless you and keep you safe.

Molly

 "His master replied, 'Well done, good and faithful servant!  You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things.  Come and share your master's happiness!'

Matthew 25:23

As I do every morning, I came to the blog to see if there were comments left and to check the traffic counter.  The reason I look at the counter is because, often, I  can see the URL's of my visitors and by opening a new page, type it in and visit their own.  As I moved through the visitors, the last one showed the name, "525,600 Minutes: How Do You Measure A Year?", but the actual URL of the blog is what nearly knocked me from my chair:  "mollyinhaiti.blogspot.com".

Quickly opening a new tab, I typed in the blog name as the internet moved me at incredible speed to a page full of smiling, laughing children surrounding a beautiful young woman.  

Molly is her name.  And at 9:23 AM this morning, it was reported her body was recovered from among the devastation in Haiti.

Molly's profile states she was 22 years old, from Port Orchard, Washington, had completed her multi-degrees and was not ready to rush into the world and begin working.  But what is evident from her blog is that she had devoted her life to work that was far more rewarding than that of using her education to bring home a paycheck.  

Molly had devoted a year as a missionary for Nuestros Pequenos Hermanos International (NPH) who, according to their website, have been "Caring for orphaned and abandoned children in Latin America and the Caribbean since 1954".  The photos she posted on her blog reveal a compassion that speaks multitudes for those who are less fortunate.  The smiles on the faces of the children who surround her tell us of a heart full of great love and a desire to provide them with what they so sadly were denied by their own parents: someone to hold them and let them know that all would be well.

As I sit here wondering how Molly came to my blog, who it was that revealed her to me, I could easily pass it off as just coincidence.  After all, MSNBC did profile Molly's life and death this morning and revealed her blog address.  However, because I never turn the television on until the evening for the news, I was completely unaware of whom she was, what she did, and how she died.  Perhaps a grieving relative went to her blog to read the (at last count) 128 comments left there by many expressing their condolences and clicked on "next blog", inadvertently taking them to mine.  My prayer to God was that He would keep fresh in my mind and heart the sudden destruction and sorrow that came upon the people of Haiti.  Maybe this was His way of answering that prayer.  I will never know the true answer.

But what I do know and  believe is that God wanted the world to know just how much He loved Molly, and also His love for the people of Haiti.  In the midst of all the devastation, the tragedy of so many deaths, and the chaos that will continue to plague Haiti for a long time to come, God reminds us He is still with us and knows the sorrow that fills so many.  His eye has not failed to see.  His grace continues to pour out upon this world through people like Molly.  And His hand of mercy will not forsake us or leave us helpless.

Molly's "525,600 Minutes" may have been cut short, but they were full.  We see the evidence of that in her few blog posts.  The measurement of them will last her an eternity.

I pray that Molly's family and friends rest in the comforting knowledge that she was a faithful servant and is now at peace with her Lord.

Please continue to pray for the people of Haiti.

Looking Within

Luke 18:9-14

How many of us have the courage to look within ourselves, to search the depths of our being to see the condition of our soul?  We want to believe that, because we are Christian, all is right there.  We heard and believed the Word.  We said the prayer.  Now all is well and we can continue on with our lives without worry or fear.

I am not a betting woman, but I would lay odds against the majority of Christians that very few have what it takes to peer deeply into themselves.  They want to remain in the cozy existence of having salvation through belief and leave it at that.

The Apostles Paul and James both spoke of looking into a mirror.  Paul, in 1Corinthians 13:12, uses the analogy to describe not knowing what we will become when we are at last in glory.  The image we now see is but a dim reflection of the perfection we will then have.  But James uses the mirror in James 1:23-25 to demonstrate that man often looks at his reflection “and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like.”  In other words, he failed to peel back the layers of his self-righteousness and see the true depths of his depravity and offenses against God.

It does take great courage to stand in front of that mirror and ask ourselves who we truly are.  Within every Christian there is hiding some sin we refuse to face and to allow God to root out.  And I am just as guilty of this as the next.  Whether the offense is arrogance, pride, laziness, unwillingness, or a host of other grievances, if we were honest with ourselves, and most importantly to God, we would admit them and become actively involved in eliminating them.  The man that does this is like the man James speaks of in verse 25 who is blessed by “not forgetting what he has heard, but doing it.”  However, the one who does forget after turning away from his reflection “deceives himself and his religion is worthless” (v26).

In order to fully understand just how filthy and depraved we once were in God’s sight it is necessary that we brace ourselves and take a good, hard look within once in a while (see 1Corinthians 6:9-11).   A good example of those who do and those who do not is told by Jesus in His parable in the Book of Luke (18:9-14) of the self-righteous Pharisee whose outward appearance seemed blameless, and the publican, or tax collector, who had examined his inner self prior to going to the temple to pray.  The Pharisee failed to see his prideful sin.  But the publican had stood before his mirror, gazing deeply into his heart, and knew how sinful he was and in need of mercy.  Unlike the Pharisee, he did not “exalt” himself.  Instead, he came humbly before the throne of God, beating his breast in sorrow, and confessed his unworthiness.

My challenge to everyone reading this is that you muster the necessary courage and go stand before your mirror.  Look deeply into yourself and examine your lives, your walk and talk, but most importantly, your heart.  When God closely looks there, He is looking to see if your heart reflects that of His Son Jesus Christ.  If it does, God is pleased.  If it does not, perhaps you should take another look.

"For men are not cast off by the Lord forever. Though He brings grief, He will show compassion, so great is His unfailing love. For He does not willingly bring affliction or grief to the children of men." 

Lam 3:31-33 

 

Please pray for the people of Haiti.

Pestering Persistence

“When he heard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout, ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!’   Many rebuked him and told him to be quiet, but he shouted all the more, ‘Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!’ ”  

Mark 10:46-52

Children have an annoying habit of pestering persistence until their voice is heard.  With their stature three-plus feet shorter than ours, it is a necessity for them to tug on pant legs and raise their tiny voice so that it reaches our lofty ears.  They barge in expecting an audience and rarely concede until they are given one.  I have concluded, especially since having been blessed with grandchildren, that their little minds are being filled with so much information at such a rapid speed, it has to find a way of escape or it will crash like a computer.  When they entered this world, they were empty little vessels.  And as they grow, often the cup is tilted and the things they are learning slosh over the rim.  From an adult’s standpoint, this can be an annoying mess.

As children growing up, my siblings and I were often reminded of the old adage “children should not speak unless spoken to.”  We were instructed that it was rude to interrupt an adult conversation and should wait our turn.  The importance of what we had to convey would just have to be side-lined until the adults briefly gave us a precious moment of their attention - if we were lucky.  Our persistence could be received with mild interest, a bored look, or an impatient frown.  The worst we could expect would be a sharp rebuke, telling us to stop being a pest and go play.  But if the matter was important enough, we would charge ahead with boldness because of our determination.  In spite of the response we may have received, nothing was going to stop us from having our voice heard.

The Apostle Mark tells us of a man with this child-like persistence.  His name was Bartimaeus, a blind beggar destined to sit daily on the side of the road and eat the dust from the feet of the people passing by; hoping a coin or two would be dropped in his hand.  It was an all-too-common site in Mark’s day.  How Bartimaeus knew that Jesus was present in the crowd can only be explained by the number of people who were with Him.  The impact Jesus made as He traveled Judea with His message of peace caused an uproar heard around the world.  As a beggar who probably sat at Jericho’s city gates and heard the Rabbis speak of this bold stranger who was causing such a stir, Bartimaeus’ ears had been sharply attuned to anything new or of interest.  More than likely, the blind man had heard of the miraculous healings performed by Jesus; the lame able to walk, the blind able to see.  Whatever his reason, Bartimaeus was going to be heard.

It’s interesting that the reaction of the Apostles and the people surrounding Jesus closely resembles how we respond to children who are persistent.  Twice Bartimaeus called out to Jesus.  Twice he was sharply rebuked by the Apostles and others.  Perhaps they were deeply engrossed in a conversation with Jesus, or they themselves were straining to hear the words of their Teacher above the tumult that surrounded them.  But one thing is clearly evident: Bartimaeus “shouted all the more” because of his need to be recognized, and Jesus heard the man and gave him His full attention.

“Jesus stopped and said, ‘Call him.’ ”    

Wait a minute.  Let me read that one more time.

“Jesus stopped and said, 'Call him.’ ”

 It’s hard to believe that among the jostling crowd who were all vying for His attention that one voice was heard above it all.  Unlike the way we respond to our own children and grandchildren, a child’s voice called out from his darkness and our Lord heard his plea.  And Christ did more than just hear it.  He stopped what He was doing and immediately responded to it.  There were no half-interested, bored or impatient looks from Jesus.  There was no sharp rebuke to be silent and not bother Him.  Instead, Jesus asked the blind beggar, “What do you want Me to do for you?”

Now, we know that the man’s physical ailment was glaringly obvious, that there was no need for Jesus to ask him about specifics.  He could have impatiently spoken the words, healed the man, and been onto more important matters, if that had been His way.  Instead, Christ looked with genuine intent into Bartimaeus’ heart, rather than into his milky and clouded eyes, to see what lay there.  And what He found was far more than what those with good vision could see.  He saw faith.  He saw a heart filled with the stories and rumors Bartimaeus had heard of what this man called Jesus was saying and doing.  Jesus saw belief, and it was Bartimaeus’ faith and belief in the Messiah that healed him.

“Rabbi, I want to see,” he said.

What greater thing could Bartimaeus have asked for than to see the Man Who was healing the sick, the lame, and the blind?   He knew Him to be the One spoken of in prophecy, the Son of David, come to save the world.  Bartimaeus believed He stood before him and it was this belief that gave him the desire to gaze upon Jesus.

“Rabbi, I want to see.”  

And see, he did.

Jesus’ children never need fear that when we go to Him with something of importance to us that He will wave a shushing hand over our heads and tell us to go play.  Our excitement will never be quashed because He thinks our questions are trivial, unimportant, or unworthy of His attention.  We can be assured that He will give us His undivided and immediate attention for His greatest desire is that we go to Him always with every need, trial, or hope.  And Jesus’ ear isn’t lofty and beyond our voice.  There is no need to beg, plead, shout, or tug on His pant leg.  His ear is ready and waiting for our pestering persistence.  When we call out to Him for an audience, we are guaranteed He will quickly respond with, “What do you want Me to do for you?”  

Be a Bartimaeus and believe it.

(Copywright 2007 Karen L. Brahs)