Archive for December, 2007
I want to take an opportunity to honor a hero. Early this week, her broken body stopped operating; she took her last breath and entered the presence of the Lord Jesus, now absent from her body, but present with her Lord face to face.
Tomorrow is her funeral service. There will be no news reporters or video cameras. People in this world of supposed great importance will not take time out of their busy schedules to even give her life a thought. To many of them, hers was a life wasted. She spent it serving the Lord in her church, witnessing to others, and caring for her children, one of which is autistic. There will be no recognition from government officials, no military funeral. However, she does deserve a military funeral; she was a faithful solider of the Lord Jesus and an outstanding citizen of the kingdom. Yet her funeral will be simple — some friends and family will gather and thank God for the years that He graciously gave her.
I never got to meet Linda. But I owe much to her life and ministry.
Some 35 years ago, my Father was influenced by the witness of this faithful lady. At the time he was a university student, living a godless life. He was lost in darkness, spiritually blind and enslaved by sin. Linda worked in the same store as my Dad. Each Christmas she would give him a card with Bible verses. He would read them over and over again — he could not bring himself to throw those cards away. He always says that Linda could not always explain his questions, but he couldn’t begin to explain her life. She planted the seeds of the gospel that the Holy Spirit would later use to bring my Dad to salvation in Jesus Christ.
I want to thank Linda for faithfully witnessing to my Father. It is easy to go to work and never open your mouth about Jesus, simply hoping that your Christian actions will be testimony enough to the saving power of Christ — it is a much harder thing to do both. That’s what Linda did. She not only modeled a genuine Christian life, but she was willing to speak it to others.
The following is a section from a note that I tried to get to Linda before she died. I trust she got to hear this.
Thank you for choosing the hard path – the path that sometimes leads to suffering, shame, and mockery. Thank you for bearing your cross. Thank you for not wasting your life, but for using it for God’s work. In some sense, I owe my life to your ministry. I wish my words were an adequate portrayal of my grattitude toward you – but they just can’t seem to capture how much I am thankful for you.
My friend Sam posted this song not long ago — it expresses my thoughts on Linda and her ministry to the Lord.
My grandfather sends the family his weekly Epistle. This week’s edition containted the following quote. I’d like to share it.
In spite of sorrow, loss, and pain,
Our course be onward still;
We sow on Burmah’s barren plain,
We reap on Zion’s hill.
2 Corinthians 4:17-18
For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
1. As I’m writing this, I have 16 days, 19 hours, and 48 minutes until the marriage ceremonry begins. I was reading this verse today from Deuteronomy 24:
When a man hath taken a new wife, he shall not go out to war, neither shall he be charged with any business: but he shall be free at home one year, and shall cheer up his wife which he hath taken.
I really like that verse! A year just isn’t very practical — but I am going to use it to justify a sabbatical from blogging from about December 20th to about January 7th or so. After all, sometimes the wars on here get kind of intense.
I am preparing several posts in advance — thanks Verity for taking care of the blog for me while I’m gone!
2. Sunday night my church surprised Emiley and I with a party in honor of our wedding! They gave us cake and ice-cream, along with a Christmas tree with money as ornaments (huge blessing). We then spent some time getting advice, sharing stories and stuff…it was awesome and we felt so loved!
3. Emiley and I are going to the Outback Bowl on our honeymoon! I was born in Tennessee and Emiley was born in Wisconsin — naturally, the game is Tennessee vs. Wisconsin. What an incredible girl she is — excited about a football game, on our honeymoon at that! We may just have to venture over to Outback Steakhouse after the game for a bloomin’ onion and a medium-rare steak.
4. We have about 18 inches of snow down — the low profile rims and tires on Chica (my 1997 Honda Civic — a legend — that used to belong to a nice spanish lady before she got it impounded for going 30 over without a lisence or insurance) are giving me some struggles when I have to drive before the snow plows come.
5. My buddy Jeremy is finally coming home from Saipan on Saturday! Weather permitting, I will see him at church on Sunday morning! Wahoeey! On a funny side-note, he recently took the E-harmony test that measures all those dimensions of compatability — good thing he found Anna already — he failed the test! You’ll have to read his blog…Dr. Neil Clark Warren really let him down.
Has God ever allowed you to go through a trial that just seems too difficult? Too hard? Maybe you are experiencing this right now — as we speak. In your heart, you know that is God in control, that He is allowing you to experience this pain so that you will cry out to Him. But maybe the pain is causing you to doubt if God is really there.
What not to do…(1)
Believers should never bring complaint against God in the presence of the wicked.
I said, “I will guard my ways,
that I may not sin with my tongue;
I will guard my mouth with a muzzle,
so long as the wicked are in my presence.”
Breaking news out of Newberry Springs, CA:
As of 4 PM, police are still seeking yet another father suspected of child abuse; the unidentified suspect is currently fleeing from authorities. He was last seen on I-15 heading toward Barstow in a white Ford Bronco. The son, however, has yet to be formally identified, but early reports indicate that this morning, some men on retreat found the son alone, starving in the desert. Investigators say that the 33 year old hadn’t eaten anything for 40 days.
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