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2012-02-02T13:53:00.000-08:00

What Is My Filter?

2011-11-26T17:22:00.000-08:00

“What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror” 1 Cor. 13:12

The eager students sat restlessly in the college classroom, awaiting pearls of wisdom from their new professor. And he didn't disappoint. “Good morning class. In this box on my desk are various pairs of glasses. Without taking time to carefully select, I want all of you to pass by and pick one of them and return to your desk.” One by one they followed his instructions.

“Now I will pull down this screen behind me, revealing an image, a painting in fact, and I want you to tell me what you see. Before I do, however, you must put on the glasses.” And they did.

In turn he asked his students to describe what they saw. Because of the variously distorted glasses, no person described the same thing. Colors varied, shapes varied; up seemed down and vice versa. After the final student's description, the professor told them to remove their special glasses. Only then did they all recognize the famous painting. Now they were in accord. Their filters had been removed!

Although we don't literally wear distorted glasses, we often see life through our own personal filters--making decisions, choosing mates, reacting to one another, feeling confident or insecure and, most importantly, trusting or not trusting God.

Many small plane crashes occur because the inexperienced pilots do not believe what their instruments tell them. They feel as though they are right or left, up or down, contrary to what the instruments say. They crash!

As believers in Christ, our instruments are found in the Bible, clearly laid out for us to follow even in the most perilous of times. Yet, like the inexperienced pilots, we choose not to trust in His words. Instead, we choose to see His life-saving words through our personal filters, distorting the path God has selected. We crash!

What are our filters? There are many. Childhood. Church (legalistic or other negative experiences). Molestation. Death of parent or friend. Failures (God gets the blame). Wars (Again, God gets the blame). Unanswered prayers (More blame for God). Poor teachers. The list is endless. The only answers are found on the pages of the Bible.

Proverbs 3:5-6 With all your heart you must trust the LORD and not your own judgment. Always let him lead you, and he will clear the road for you to follow.

Philippians 4:6-7 Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. Then you will experience God’s peace, which exceeds anything we can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus.

If we only learned these two sections in the Bible our lives would be changed forever.

Another filter that affects most of us is money. Too much (I'll get back to you when I return from my latest cruise, God). Too little (Why don't I have more money, God? What is wrong?).

1 Timothy 6:10 For the love of money is a source of all kinds of evil. Some have been so eager to have it that they have wandered away from the faith and have broken their hearts with many sorrows.

2 Timothy 3:1-5 You should know this, Timothy, that in the last days there will be very difficult times. 2 For people will love only themselves and their money. They will be boastful and proud, scoffing at God, disobedient to their parents, and ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred. 3 They will be unloving and unforgiving; they will slander others and have no self-control. They will be cruel and hate what is good. 4 They will betray their friends, be reckless, be puffed up with pride, and love pleasure rather than God. 5 They will act religious, but they will reject the power that could make them godly. Stay away from people like that!

Another filter is self-worth. Too much (I'm all that and a bag of chips!). Too little (Woe is me. I am not worthy. I don't measure up. I don't deserve this).

Revelation 1:5-6 All glory to him who loves us and has freed us from our sins by shedding his blood for us. 6 He has made us a Kingdom of priests for God his Father.

Ephesians 2:10 For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.

2 Corinthians 5:17 This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!

In photography, filters are added to the lens to modify reality. In our lives, we must focus on Jesus Christ and His righteousness, allowing Him to reveal the truth and His truth will remove our filters.

John 14:6 I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.

Keep this in mind at all times; God uses the filter of Jesus Christ to see those who have accepted His Son's sacrificial work.

Where Are You?

2011-10-19T06:01:00.000-07:00

Where are you?,
My plaintive cry.
This heart is aching,
As eyes search the sky.

Your promises fell short,
Now belief has past.
All alone it seems,
No spiritual repast.

The struggle heightens,
No joy. No peace.
Through slippery fingers,
Shreds of hope decrease.

Despair looms larger,
Entangling the milieu.
And then the light,
As words came through.

“Oh God,” I spoke,
“Where are You?”

He listened quietly,
As I ranted and raved.
Then He gently reminded,
“Your soul I have saved!”

Beaten and drug,
Nailed to that tree.
Blood pouring down,
His body for me.

“Father forgive...”
His call rang out.
The demons did scramble,
Arming for the bout.

So now clearly I see,
As I thought of His love.
By my side He never strayed,
Watching all from above.

And then, I think I heard,
“Always believe, never doubt.”
“Until I return from Heaven,
“With a thunderous shout!”

Where is He?
He is ever near.
God’s word never fails,
He takes away our fear.

But I must hold fast,
Gripping His hand.
My feet on The Rock,
Not in sinking sand.

My joy is complete,
If I choose it to be.
For my resurrected Savior,
Promised it to me.

Promises vs Feelings

2011-09-01T20:26:00.000-07:00

God’s Biblical promises never change! In our world of confusion, deceit, fraud and disappointment, the ONLY absolute is God’s word. Many times we “feel” a negative emotion regarding our lives. To some, elusive success or fear of failure dog them, while to others misguided decisions bring negative feelings. Because those feelings are strong, they can override God's absolute word in our minds.
The solution that never fails is diving into the Bible to right your sinking ship and restore your course to His settings. Satan roams the earth, looking to destroy and maim all who fall for his lies. However, satan's fiery darts will be deflected by your shield of faith if you choose to strap on the armor of God every day!
1 Peter 5:8-9 Be clearheaded. Keep alert. Your accuser, the devil, is on the prowl like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. 9 Resist him, standing firm in the faith. Do so in the knowledge that your fellow believers are enduring the same suffering throughout the world.
2 Corinthians 9:8 And God is able to make every grace overflow to you, so that in every way, always having everything you need, you may excel in every good work.
Philippians 4:19 And my God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus.
We must take Him at His word! Believe what He has said to us. When you are discouraged, filled with doubt, cannot see how your life will ever work out--trust in His promises even though it seems impossible. Cast your negative, defeatist feelings aside, clamp on God's armor and hide His word in your heart.
Psalm 119:11 I have treasured Your word in my heart so that I may not sin against You.
Psalm 23 The Lord is my Shepherd; I have all that I need.
Psalm 40:8 I delight to do Your will, my God; Your instruction resides within me.
Ephesians 3:14-21 When I think of all this, I fall to my knees and pray to the Father, 15 the Creator of everything in heaven and on earth. 16 I pray that from his glorious, unlimited resources he will empower you with inner strength through his Spirit. 17 Then Christ will make his home in your hearts as you trust in him. Your roots will grow down into God’s love and keep you strong. 18 And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep his love is. 19 May you experience the love of Christ, though it is too great to understand fully. Then you will be made complete with all the fullness of life and power that comes from God. 20 Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think. 21Glory to him in the church and in Christ Jesus through all generations forever and ever! Amen.
James 1:2-8 Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. 3 For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. 4 So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing.5 If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you. He will not rebuke you for asking. 6 But when you ask him, be sure that your faith is in God alone. Do not waver, for a person with divided loyalty is as unsettled as a wave of the sea that is blown and tossed by the wind. 7 Such people should not expect to receive anything from the Lord. 8 Their loyalty is divided between God and the world, and they are unstable in everything they do.
Ephesians 6:10-18 Finally, let the mighty strength of the Lord make you strong. 11Put on all the armor that God gives, so you can defend yourself against the devil's tricks. 12We are not fighting against humans. We are fighting against forces and authorities and against rulers of darkness and powers in the spiritual world. 13So put on all the armor that God gives. Then when that evil day comes, you will be able to defend yourself. And when the battle is over, you will still be standing firm. 14Be ready! Let the truth be like a belt around your waist, and let God's justice protect you like armor. 15Your desire to tell the good news about peace should be like shoes on your feet. 16Let your faith be like a shield, and you will be able to stop all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17Let God's saving power be like a helmet, and for a sword use God's message that comes from the Spirit. 18Never stop praying, especially for others. Always pray by the power of the Spirit. Stay alert and keep praying for God's people.
The power given to satan, is given by God. The life and death spiritual battle conducted in the unseen world is not between equals whereby we hope and pray that God wins. No. God is all-powerful and all-knowing but He has a time table that only He knows. Until Jesus returns, our lives will have struggles. However, we have read the final chapter and we know the outcome. We are victorious because of the blood of the Lamb. Just as that little scrawny sheep herder destroyed the gigantic Goliath, so we too can fight the good fight of our faith every day by seeking God first and walking in faith.
Matthew 6:33 Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.

Two Decades Inside

2011-08-25T08:08:00.000-07:00

He came in alert,
Eyes avoiding mine.
Rail thin, shaved head
And deep scars.
“Hi there, I'm David”
I hoped I sounded real.
“Roger,” he mumbled,
Darting a look.
“Roger's been inside
For twenty years or so,”
Explained his friend.
I hoped he wasn't looking,
My feelings were visible.
We prayed and asked God
To guide and give grace.
Bibles were opened and
The study began.
The topic eludes but his
Heart was pierced.
Silently at first, streams of tears
Then sobs shook him deeply
We closed in prayer,
We shook firmly.
“I'll be back. This was good.”
God was at work,
It wasn't me.

You Don't Have To Be Afraid

2011-08-11T06:50:00.000-07:00

I am the LORD your God.
I am holding your hand,
so don’t be afraid.
I am here to help you.
Isaiah 41:13

You, LORD, are the light
that keeps me safe.
I am not afraid of anyone.
You protect me,
and I have no fears.
Psalm 27:1

For God has not given us
a spirit of fearfulness,
but one of power, love,
and sound judgment.
2 Timothy 1:7

Don't worry about anything,
but in everything, through
prayer and petition with
thanksgiving, let your
requests be made known
to God. And the peace of
God, which surpasses every
thought, will guard your
hearts and minds in
Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4:6-7

Shall we indeed accept good from God and not accept adversity?

2011-08-03T17:07:00.000-07:00

Life in America is permeated with the call for “Blessings from God.” If that is what we believe and are striving for, then what happens to our hearts when a gasoline can explodes in our hands? Are we blind? Are we not aware of the thousands of children who die from starvation every year? And what of those who are blown to bits in the Middle East almost daily. People going about their lives, walking and riding here and there when suddenly a huge roar explodes in the air and life is forever changed. For some life on this earth is ended, for others, months of pain and suffering lay ahead.
God's promise of unconditional love for those who come to Him stands true. His promise of eternal life with Him also stands true. In the interim, we have life here. A life filled with daily challenges and trials. We are told to not only consider them but expect sufferings in various forms.

Romans 8:18 For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us.

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2011-07-31T08:27:00.001-07:00

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2011-07-19T18:20:00.000-07:00

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He Offered Life

2011-07-08T11:17:00.000-07:00

He bled to death
I shook my head
He rose again
I said, “maybe”
He offered life
My doubt arose
He forgave my sin
I said, “what sin?”
He said, “Believe”
I considered it
He touched my heart
I cried aloud
He gave me hope
I finally saw
He healed my heart
I finally believed
He guides me now
Into victory!

God Still Heals

2011-07-03T06:11:00.000-07:00

“They will lay hands on the sick and they will get well.” Mark 16:18

One of the men in our weekly Bible study was set upon by some thugs and received four broken ribs! He is a tough old bird who had recently rededicated his life to Jesus Christ. Having gone through several such incidents during his life, he just gritted his teeth and forged ahead.
After a week and lots of pain, however, he was taken to an emergency room for a look-see. Bad news, they told him. Your ribs are not healing, they are sort of floating in fluid and in need of surgical help to properly heal. We will have to open your chest and repair the damaged ribs. While considering this option he showed up at the Bible study and shared his pain and concern.
Moved by the Holy Spirit we laid hands on him and asked God to heal his fractured ribs and restore him to health in Jesus' name. As we were gathering our things together after the study he stood and said, “Hey, I can move my arm around and I couldn't do this before.” He was rotating his right arm around and around with no pain. “I am not kidding,” he said. “I couldn't do this. I think God healed me!” We praised God and rejoiced together.
That was Friday, June 24, 2011. Today, June 28, at our Tuesday Bible Study, he proclaimed total healing by the Lord God Almighty! He told us after he got home, thinking that God had, indeed healed his ribs, he not only rotated his arm but dropped down on the floor and popped out several push-ups. He was healed.
We share this miracle to encourage all who may read it. God still heals. God still cares. God still saves our souls. Glory to our God.

2010-02-26T15:52:00.001-08:00

Happy New Year!

2009-12-31T18:08:00.001-08:00

We huddled together and watched the Times Square ball drop as we counted out the last few seconds of 2008. Then cheers, kisses, grins and shouts of encouragement filled the air across our land, framed by time zones so far apart that by the time they were jumping up and down on the West Coast, we were sound asleep in New York, nestled beneath comfy, warm covers.
At last, I remember thinking, a new year to plan and accomplish projects, bring dreams to reality, make amends and build that garden shed. Yes, this will be a year of change and hope. I can hardly wait for sunrise.
Six months later: one divorce, losing a life-long friendship (she knew the divorce was my fault) several bad investments, one serious car accident followed by mending broken limbs and three months of physical therapy, having books rejected again, I sit on my deck (the rather small deck of my one bedroom apartment, sipping coffee and looking over my New Year’s list of projects. I wince.
And here we are again, thinking of what may lay ahead for this next New Year. Will I make yet another list or am I too fragile and suspicious, wondering if this will be tempting fate and causing disaster.
But then I recall when my faith in God was stronger, when I was willing to step out, not fearful of any tribulations or obstacles but considered such things as mere ruts in the road of life; Ruts all people must drive into, over or become bogged down in. Dear God, my quiet prayer begins, remember me?

New Beginnings

2009-12-24T13:07:00.000-08:00

Another Christmas day is about to dawn upon us in 2009. And this year, unlike many in the near past, finds millions of Americans shaking their heads in bewilderment, wondering how their fortunes, futures, homes, and jobs have slipped away. Believing they could trust in investments, loan officers, and corporations, many have proven not worthy of this trust. Some, unfortunately, have proven to be scoundrels and thieves, plundering the financial security of millions.

So, this may prove to be a rather sad Christmas, bereft of piles of presents beneath those trees, replaced with notes of love and hugs, reminding each other that families and love outweigh things any day. And for those who not only lost most material possessions but have no family to hug, I offer the love of Christ; a never-ending or failing love, transcending all disappointment and failure in this world. His love for you, proven on Calvary's cross, written in His own blood flowing down that cross, can give a new beginning and eternal hope for all of us.

God bless us, everyone...

The Power of Humility

2009-12-13T16:48:00.000-08:00

The quiet evening was jarred by an earth-shattering explosion,
Rattling windows up to four blocks away.
In another, more eternal realm, the explosion was not only heard
but understood, better than on the small planet.
Like a potent chemical reaction, humility when it clashes
with pride, stubbornness and self-pity, reacts violently.
Only when the dust settles after all the pieces of fractured
ego have fallen, can the painful healing process begin.
Confession always precedes healing!
“Lord, I admit to my stubbornness and self-reliance.
I believe in Your Word and in Your promises.
I will walk in these promises with Your
Guidance and direction.”
This heart, crippled by years of doubt and pride, will
now walk in the confidence of Your Spirit.

Special Moment

2009-12-13T16:25:00.000-08:00

I found this image recently and immediately was drawn back into a different time and place. This was my farewell party in Paso Robles, California. My friend and former editor, Chris, and I are having our last hug. So many special moments in our lives that sometimes get captured by the blink of a camera shutter. Thank God for that. Gone but not forgotten. As a matter of fact, Chris is very active here on blogger (just click on the title, above to be sent to her blog).

Youth!

2009-12-12T13:54:00.000-08:00

"Youth is a temporary advantage!" ~David Nelson

Arctic Blast in Oregon

2009-12-09T10:56:00.000-08:00

Slipping out of bed this morning, it seemed brisker than normal. Reaching for my flannel jammies and robe, I headed to the kitchen to fill the kettle and arrange the coffee-making items for my first cup.Then I looked at the portable temperature stand!
Fourteen plus degrees! Yikes. Thank you Lord that the sun is fully shining to compensate for such an extreme. Also I will express great gratitude for no wind! Ahh, always something to be grateful for, eh?

His Touch: Thanksgiving Day

2009-11-25T15:42:00.000-08:00

His Touch: Thanksgiving Day

Thanksgiving Day

2009-11-25T15:39:00.001-08:00

Tomorrow is that special day for many Americans. A day of family and friends, watching football, chasing around in the yard, sharing family joys and remembering some sorrows. A time to see how much kids have grown and how good looking that distant cousin seems (she was kind of homely the last time I saw her).

Thanksgiving day is also that all time feast to end all feasts. Just how much of those scrumptious dishes can I force feed into my every expanding stomach? Ummm those special beans, potato salads, jello puddings, yams, mashed potatoes and gravy. And then the magnificent biscuits made by grandma, slathered with real butter and home made preserves. But wait, we're not done yet, we've got to make room for turkey and dressing too. And my Mom's dressing is superb: Chestnuts, celery, cranberries, seasoned croutons mixed together with chicken broth, filling the birds cavity to remain moist and delicious.

And as we eat, the air is alive with laughter, smiles, great anecdotes of times past and poignant moments of life and love. Memorable times shared through the years, passed down from generation to generation. And so, after we cannot shove one more morsel of food into our bellies, the men are excused to pass out in the family room while the women make short work of all the mess. I guess their loving conversation helps the time pass quickly.

But before you know it, Grandma's voice breaks through our comatose lethargy, "Who wants pie?" Suddenly we are all alert and hungry, even grandpa is stirred for the final event of this wondrous feast. Our choices are, as always, peach cobbler, apple pie
or, of course, pumpkin! And what self-respecting man would not adorn his slice of pumpkin pie with whipped cream? Enough said..

But whether or not you will feast as just described, I wish all who read this a wonderful family time with good friends and loved ones this year.

God bless you all,
David

Breaking Through

2009-07-15T14:36:00.000-07:00

While observing my appearance in the mirror recently, I did a double-take. I could be mistaken but I believe my forehead is thicker, covered with callouses. Rummaging through my vanity junk drawer, I finally retrieved a magnifying mirror, to more closely examine these mounds. To my shock, they did not exist...at least not physically.
Then I heard my Still Small Voice that seemed to say, "Remember that I've given you peace. My peace. Unlike anything in this world. My peace overcomes the world and lasts forever. But you must trust in Me. You must fight against being fearful and anxious. Let Me know your concerns and requests. Bring them to me in prayer...prayer from the deepest recesses of your heart. And, finally, thank Me. Release your expectations of every circumstance, release it to me and thank me, before you see an answer. Thank me because I alone know what is best for you. I alone know the future. And I alone always have your best interests at heart.
You must stop banging your head against those walls of problems, fears, disappointment and depression. Trust in Me for everything. I am your Redeemer and Provider. I will never fail you. I love you and will transform you into the man I've created...step by step. When those trials come, and they will, learn to thank Me because I am strengthening your faith and endurance. But if you don't understand, ask Me and I will give you the wisdom you need. There is one thing though, you must believe I will answer. Without that faith, I can't provide My answer."
I must have been in a trance-like state as God spoke because the next thing I knew, I was once again standing before the mirror. The callouses were gone and my heart was refreshed and hopeful. And then I remembered a verse from the Book of James: "Blessed is the (person) who perseveres under trial." Well, I'm weary of callouses and do wish to be blessed by you, Father, so I will rely on you to show me how to persevere. I believe you will.

Psalm 119.105

2009-03-15T12:01:00.000-07:00

The Battle Is Not Yours

2009-01-26T13:34:00.000-08:00

They were running wildly without purpose, screaming at the top of their lungs, “Run Chicken Little, the (financial) sky is falling! Save yourself. Sell all your stuff.”
And then, sure enough, fear and alarm crept into the hearts of the inhabitants of the land. “Oh what will become of us?” they wailed. “Our government has turned their backs on us. We are doomed for sure. Our investment portfolios (which they had been persuaded to accumulate by investment experts) are diminishing like water through a sieve; and now we've no retirement funds or hope for the future. We need to find a ledge or a gun to end all this madness.”
But wait. Just when it all seemed hopeless and lost, a voice of reason could be heard over the tumult. “I can help. It is time for change and I bring that change with me. We shall all work together now, lifting up those who are weak, borrowing from those who have more than they need, lending to those who can repay, finding jobs for the jobless, providing succor to the homeless and starving, and establishing health care for all!”
“Hurrah,” the crowds burst forth. “We are not lost. There is hope. We have a new leader; a man of compassion, understanding, and brilliance.”
And so it was that the people of the land stopped fretting, fearing, and running anxiously and aimlessly. They settled in with giddy anticipation and excitement, awaiting the unfolding of this new plan of hope and restoration.
Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice that although they were facing huge unemployment statistics, reduction in wages, mortgage foreclosures, massive credit card debt and disappearing retirement funds—the new leader spoke from high atop his new residence, overlooking the land and its people. Nor did anyone (except for some nasty revolutionaries) seem to mind that he and his staff lived in luxuriant surroundings, fed and clothed by the same people living in perilous financial times. When the subject did arise, which was more seldom each day, all the people reasoned that any leader must be safe, well-fed, fully staffed, and carted to and fro by their people...at no personal cost. After all, they mustn't have to worry about their future. They had enough to do with planning those of their people.
And so began a new period in this land's history. A period that began with fresh hope and dreams aplenty. Like all plans that do not include a dependence on Almighty God, slowly but surely they morph into layers of dissatisfaction, unhappiness, greed, self-serving leaders and corporations. Within a generation, the manifestations reappear. The temporary fixes have eroded and crumbled, exposing partial foundations, incapable of supporting the gigantic edifices that now demand more and more repairs, with more and more funding (time for the people to increase their tax obligations once again).
As the sad realization creeps into the hearts of all the residents across the land, a few stand above the mass of hopelessness, declaring a long forgotten and despised refrain...God is love! Look to Him for hope. Most adamantly reject this idea and work harder at ostracizing these men and their foolish ideas. “Of course we've had hard times,” they snort, “But with positive attitudes, visualizing, calling into being what we need, the laws of the universe will positively respond in our favor.” Gathering themselves together, they proceed into the distance, chanting and meditating for future success and mystical direction (tea leaves anyone?).
For the few who recall the faith of their fathers, it is time to dig into attics, basements and dusty shelves to kick start their dormant faith in God and His resurrected Son, Jesus Christ.
Searching out the forgotten buildings formerly attended with joy, lines of people enter a sanctuary with writing above the door—Yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary. Isaiah 40:31

Eternal Refuge

2009-01-26T13:27:00.000-08:00

For a Child is born, a Son is given

2008-12-23T10:19:00.000-08:00

Behind Closed Doors

2008-10-21T15:33:00.001-07:00

It's Politics!
By David Nelson
October 2008

The campaign had lasted much longer than anyone dreamed it would. In the beginning, a few of the early starters forged ahead in the polls, establishing a name for themselves, a trademark image, hoping to carve their names into the psyche of the American voters. These front-runners were the idealists, bursting with hope and expecting they could make a difference in the White House. Encouraged by their friends, associates, and sponsors, they set sail for this fantasy adventure that may lead them to the most important elected office in the land. The President of the United States!
Fresh-faced, hopeful, moral, and enthusiastic, they hired staff, printed flyers, used matching funds to reserve TV ads and set up speaking engagements all over the country. Like the little engine that could...I think I can. I think I can...
And so it began, they thought. This is America, the land of opportunity, equality (with a few exceptions), and free speech. The last bastion of dreams come true. If you dream it, they reasoned, you can attain it. Chugga chugga...I think I can. I think I can.
Meanwhile, behind thick, highly polished doors, sitting at enormous hand-crafted mahogany tables, a few mostly unknown men met with as yet to be announced candidate's representatives. It was time to establish the ground rules for this campaign; to reach agreements which could not be broken. Paving the way were enormous coffers of cash guaranteed the candidates and their senior staffers. This meeting was beyond clandestine, past secret. Only a few people in the entire world knew who was present, what was said, what was guaranteed, and who was selected as the next President of the United States.
Based on past performances, willingness to fall in line and seared conscience, the selection was made before this meeting even took place. It was now time to make final arrangements and take blood-oath agreements. From this meeting and these agreements, there was no turning back, no changing minds. This was life and death. Billions of dollars and world-wide agreements were banking on these few minutes here. Absolute agreements were reached and futures were etched into stone.
Filing out in clusters of two like shadows in the night, blending into the dense darkness, buoyed by promised staggering riches, the puppet masters headed out to their selected candidates. The stage was set, the future secure, a specific person of their choosing would most assuredly take the oval office after the next general election. As far as most Americans would know, the next president would be selected by the process of secret ballot after months and months of wearying campaigning. A very few people would know differently. Elections were expensive and secrets more so. Future trade agreements, military actions, labor unions aligned, and mind boggling, staggering amounts of money would be earned and paid before this president was removed from office. The die was cast. The players would do their parts, seemingly disappointed and dejected as they lost by the smallest of margins. But in the end, all were presented with secret numbered bank accounts in foreign countries which represented the price of their souls! Some day all of them would regret this decision. For most the regret would be too late. For a very few, redemption came before it was too late.
This tale is fiction.

TEXAS DUST PART 3 CONCLUSION

2008-08-04T07:50:00.000-07:00

Two weeks later, just about sunrise, Dan crossed the once familiar Lone Eagle creek that served as a gateway to the Bar Double-J. Home. He had rehearsed it thousands of times these last two weeks. I know I humiliated you Dad, he would say. Please forgive me. I wasted all the money and acted like a fool. No excuses. I’m willing to work for you and Andy. Dan smiled for the first time in weeks. His burden of anger and resentment was gone.
Forgiveness lifts all your burdens, Dan. My Son set the example in another
dusty town, far from here.
Getting closer now, he could barely make out someone stepping off the porch. Squinting through dust and tears, Dan recognized his father. He seemed to be walking towards him. Now he was running, waving his arms, yelling his name. Dan spurred his horse into a run, aching to see his dad, to hear his voice.
Pulling his horse to a stop, Paul Henry’s son leaped to the ground, grabbed his father in a great bear hug and lifted him easily, swinging him around. A river of tears flowed from father and son until Dan spoke.
“Dad, please forgive me,” he started.
Holding his hand to Dan’s lips, Paul said, “It’s done. You’re forgiven. You’re here,” he said. “I thought you were dead. Seeing you alive washes
everything away. Death, or the thought of it, suddenly puts life into the proper perspective, son. The past is just that. Lots of things that seemed important are gone.
“Now we are going to have a feast to end all feasts. This will be the biggest and best barbeque Wichita has ever seen.”
Later, after Dan had cleaned up, the fatted calf was over the coals and a long stream of servants and friends filled the house, a weary, sun-blackened Andy opened the corral gate. Strange, he thought, it sounds like a party at the house. “Raul,” he called, “take the stud. I need a cool bath and some dinner.”
There it was again, music and laughter. He turned his head and caught the smell of the barbeque. A party?
“Raul, what’s going on up there?”
“Senor, your brother has come home. He is alive! Senor Paul called for a fiesta, to celebrate. Es muy bueno, si?”
Hot, tired, hungry, and now angry, Andy spoke through gritted teeth, “No. It’s far from good.”
“Senor Paul said you were to come up as soon as you got in.”
“Not likely, Raul,” said Andy as he walked, fuming, to the bathhouse. In the cool water, he swore silently, infuriated by the injustice he saw. I shouldn’t be surprised, he thought, all our lives, he’s been favored. It shoulda been him smacked into the tree. Mom would be alive and him out of my life for good.
“Why, why, why?,” he screamed aloud, shoving his fists into the air.
“Andy?,” said Paul. “Son, come up to the house, Dan’s home safe and we’re having a party. We’ve got quite a barbeque goin’.”
“I wouldn’t eat that meat if it was my last meal, Dad. How can you? What are you thinking? Dan ran off and spent all the money on liquor and whores. I’ve been working my butt off for two years. No questions. I just worked the ranch, day after day. No breaks.
“And guess what never happened, Dad? No special barbeque. No special, ‘thanks for all your hard work’ barbeque. Nothing. What have you done for me?”
Paul’s heart ached for his oldest son. He understood his feelings. He knew he felt cheated and used.
“Andy, everything I own is yours. All of it. But I thought Dan was dead. Not only did we lose your mother, but we thought Dan was gone as well. Think of it, he’s alive, he’s here. I have both my sons.
“How many times, just in the last year, have I seen you scouring the gullies and creeks for a lost calf? I got the biggest kick out of watching you ride back to the herd with a bawling calf, draped over your saddle. And when you didn’t find them, you couldn’t hide your disappointment.
“That’s how I feel about Dan. He was lost, and now he’s found. Andy, we have to celebrate.”
Wrapping his son in a great hug, Paul said, “Come on son, Dan’s looking for you. He wants to make things right between you two. He came back looking for work. How’d you like to be his boss?”

Texas Dust - Part 2

2008-07-10T19:17:00.000-07:00

“I admire your confidence young man. I only hope your pride can take a whipping from your own mother. This time, I’m going to ride like the wind. You’ll finally experience defeat, and at the hands of your own mother.”

Every year, just before winter, Dan and his mom would mount horses and race through the wondrous fall colors on their ranch. The course wound through creeks and gullies, stands of maple trees and dormant pasture to the abandoned line shack, and back. It hadn’t occurred to Dan that his mother could have shellacked her son many times, that she’d believed in almost winning each year, trying harder the older Dan became.

Dan inhaled his food as Betsy wrapped herself in coat, hat and gloves. Once his gear was on, they met outside, mounted their powerful animals, exchanged smiles and held the reins taught.

“Hey, junior, do you plan to take care of that broken section of fence sometime today, or are you too busy?” said Dan’s older brother Andy, riding up from the barn. “You’re really getting to be a pain in the butt around here. If it was up to me, I’d cut you loose.”

The two brothers stared daggers at each other for several seconds, shooting vapor out of their nostrils, grinding their teeth, until Betsy broke the tension. “Andy. You know your brother and I have this ride every year. It’s tradition. I’ll see to it he does his share of work when we get back.”

Jerking his horse’s head back, eyes fixed on Dan, Andy slowly wheeled about, “I know, mom. I know. I’ve lived with this all my life. As for his share of work...he’s never done that! Hyah, hyah,” Andy shouted to his horse, galloping away from his anger.

“I just don’t get it, Mom,” Dan said. “Why does Andy hate me? I can’t remember a time when we haven’t fought over something. This tears me up. I can’t stay here fighting my brother every day.”

“I know son. Watching you two breaks my heart. Andy loves this ranch, it means everything to him. You, on the other hand...” Dan’s great grin broke her concentration. How she loved this handsome young man. “Ok, cowboy. Let’s see how well you wear defeat.”

Now, to the race. As Betsy and Dan lined up, side by side, tightening legs, pulling reins, the horses hooves pounded a rhythmic staccato on the earth, rearing their noble heads, waiting to be unleashed.

“NOW,” shouted Betsy.

Both riders spurred their steeds simultaneously and the horses responded with an explosion of energy, leaping into the air, propelling horse and rider instantly over the land. Hunched over their horses, Dan and his mom shouted words of encouragement mixed with shouts of jubilation as the acres passed like inches below them.

Entering the stand of Maples, Betsy was slightly ahead of Dan. She looked back to gauge the distance and caught her son’s eye, they broke into wide grins, just as Betsy’s horse stepped into a rabbit burrow. Down the horse stepped, snapping his leg, diving into a somersault. Betsy’s grin disappeared as she was catapulted headfirst into a tree.

Seconds behind, Dan flew off his horse, leaped over her injured

mare and cradled his mother in his arms. Betsy Henry, loving wife and mother of two, died in her son’s arms within moments.

As only the faintest golden red streaks hovered above El Paso’s horizon, the temperature finally grew bearable. Nursing new blisters on his hands, Dan made short work of his jerky and potatoes, washing the last bite down with a beer. A feeling of loneliness washed over him, deeper than any he remembered. Not because he was alone, that didn’t bother him, but because what he really wanted was a friend, something he hadn’t had since he left home. Since his mother had died.

Dan still couldn’t believe he’d lost all his money, his share of the ranch, in two short years. As he stepped off the saloon porch and untied his horse, he decided against riding so he could walk a little to clear his mind. He forced himself to remember.

Riding into El Paso on his beautiful roan two years ago, he was on top of the world. Free of the Bar Double_J forever, with a saddle bag full of cash. Hot, tired and very, very excited, he tied his horse in front of the ornate Cinco Dolares. Licking his parched lips, he tossed the saddle bags over his shoulder and pushed open the swinging doors. So, this is what a fancy saloon looks like, Dan thought. Now for a beer.

“What’ll ya have, cowboy.” A question Dan would be asked hundreds of times in the next two years.

“Uh, beer, please,” he managed, trying to sound experienced. His politeness didn’t go unnoticed by a dignified appearing man nearby.

Within two short years, Dan’s innocence was smashed on the rocks of broken dreams, hangovers, lies and broken hearts. All his money was gone.

His brother Andy wouldn’t be surprised, he expected the worst. Dan really didn’t care what Andy thought, but Dad would be humiliated and disappointed. He wondered if he could ever go back home.

Several hundred miles away, the morning summer sun cast its pinkish glow across the Wichita horizon as Paul Henry pulled on his worn boots. He loved the first break of day.

“Senor,” Rodrigo spoke. “Coffee on the porch?”

“Si, Rodrigo. Esta bien, amigo,” Paul said to his friend of over twenty years. “What do you s’pose he’s doing Rodrigo? Where do you think he is?”

“Some questions have no good answers. At least not satisfying ones my friend,” Rodrigo said. His heart ached for senor Paul when he thought of his youngest son, Dan.

The horizon gave up its pinkish hues for golden summer daylight. The two men stood on the wraparound porch, looking off into the eastern sky. Paul’s cup let off wisps of vapor that remained for but a moment.

“Rodrigo, its been over two years and not a word. He could be dead by now. I need to prepare myself... just in case.”

Rodrigo slipped away as Paul looked into himself and toward heaven, hoping for answers and forgiveness. Forgiveness for his son, not himself. He’d long ago come to grips with his own responsibilities in this matter. After Betsy died, Dan made his choice, took his money, set off for his dreams. Such big dreams. He’d held Dan at home as long as he dared.

Walking out to the barn, images of dread came alive in Paul’s mind. Images of Dan’s face, filled with fear, calling out to him, “Dad. Dad. Please help.”

Paul grabbed the corral gate for support, bowed his head and prayed, “Dear Jesus, help my son. Bring him home to me. Lord, you have forgiven us of all our sins. Remind Dan of that forgiveness.”

Dan sat astride his horse, hands tied behind his back while the man brought the noose down around his neck. Two men held his horse, attempting to calm the big roan.

“Got any last words, amigo,” the grisly cowboy said, “before we set this horse a runnin’?

“I didn’t shoot anybody. I didn’t shoot anybody,” Dan bellowed, feeling the pain in his throat as the noose tightened.

“Well, we was told a big man on a roan horse shot Billy and we been

lookin’ a week and you’re the unlucky cowboy to match what we was told. An’ that’s good enough fer us, aint it boys?”

“So, guilty or not, make yer peace with God,” he said and slapped Dan’s horse with a loud CRACK!

“NO,” Dan shouted as he sat bolt upright in the horse stall, his heart pounding with fear. I was dreaming, he thought. Suddenly, deep within his heart, he knew it was more than a nightmare. It was a message from God, from his father’s prayers. Dan packed his gear and saddled his horse.

As the rooster proudly announced dawn’s first light, Dan Henry rode out of El Paso without a backward glance.

End of Part 2. Part 3 Soon.

Wasted Time!

2008-07-09T14:57:00.000-07:00

All his family and friends took turns in the hospital room, waiting for the inevitable. Death. Outside the family, looking in, most everyone who knew, read about, or worked with Stanley Robinson were certain his life of wealth and privilege was ending well. After all, he was responsible for so many innovations in the publishing industry. His combination of paper and electronic media revolutionized how news and information was broadcast. Stanley seemed to have a sixth sense about when to divest or invest. He invested millions in electronic news gathering equipment against the advice of all his fellow corporate moguls. As usual, he proved to be on the cutting edge. The money poured in faster than anyone expected or even dreamed.

And yet...what are those expressions on his family's faces? Stanley's wife seems disinterested, chatting on her cell phone with one of her attorneys. "Yes, Randolph. I wish to sell those stocks. I understand your hesitation but I am turning a new page in Stella Corporation's history. No, future. Stanley is nearly gone and my signature is all you need."

Three children, Daniel in the room reading a novel, Priscilla and Sarah in the cafeteria, sipping coffee drinks, absently checking their watches. Not one of those faces carried emotional distress or even sadness on this final day.

"Mom. Would you like a coffee or tea?" Daniel asked. "I'm off to the cafeteria. I'll send Sarah or Priscilla up."

"Excuse me, Randolph," she said to the phone. "Yes dear. I'd love an iced tea please." Back to the phone, "Go ahead Randolph. What about the Archimedes Yacht Company?"

And so it went on Stanley Robinson's final day on earth. His last few breaths were ebbing now. His vision fading. His thoughts nearly obscure. And then he spoke to his wife, "Stella? Can you hear me?"

"Stanley. Did you speak dear? Was that you? Phillip," she called to her personal secretary, "get the children up here please. Immediately."

"Stella listen to me. I don't have much time now. Please express my great sorrow to Daniel, Priscilla, and Sarah." He paused to catch his breath here. "Tell them that I am so sorry to have ignored them in favor of this business empire I'm leaving." At this point Stanley raised himself up onto his elbows. "Stella please forgive me for ignoring you as well. If only I'd had more time..."

Stanley Robinson fell back down on his bed, stared up at the ceiling and exhaled his final breath. Stella stared transfixed at the single tear falling down his face.

Moments later, the children entered his room. They looked at their father and then their mother. "He's gone. He did have some final words for us." They looked at her, waiting for the conclusion. "He apologized for not spending enough time with all of you. He said he was sorry for just making lots of money instead of spending time with you. Oh, and he also asked me to forgive him based on the same failing."

As one, the Robinson family turned their eyes on Stanley, their absent father/husband. In an odd, eerie sort of way, he was once again absent from his family.

Pure Religion

2008-07-01T06:35:00.000-07:00

Bucharest, Romania 1991

2008-06-30T07:15:00.001-07:00

As I walked around some Romanian cities, taking photos, I realized how unlikely it may have seemed to the people in that country that after nearly 50 years of totalitarian rule, the despotic leader and his control would explode and be wrenched out of his hands as the people rose up, fighting for their very lives.

"For the rich will pass away like the bloom of a wild plant. The sun rises with its blazing heat and burns the plant; its bloom falls off, and its beauty is destroyed. In the same way the rich man will be destroyed while busy conducting his affairs." James 1

Texas Dust - A tale of forgiveness

2008-06-29T13:09:00.000-07:00

Inside the Broken Spur Saloon, away from the blistering El Paso sun, a single cowboy leaned back in his chair, near the open back door, a tepid beer in his hand, his boots propped up on the table.

If the bartender hadn’t been so hot and exhausted himself, he probably would have forced the cowboy to get his spurs off the table. Instead, he ignored his only customer and went back to shining glasses with a soiled, damp towel. On days like this, no one cared about clean glasses, they just wanted enough alcohol to numb their senses.

The cowboy tilted his head back to slug down the beer. Sweat dripped into his ears, giving his nose a break. “I promised myself I’d never spend another summer in this hell hole,” Dan Henry mumbled, mostly to himself. Turning to

the bartender, he called out, “How about another beer?”

The bartender gave Dan a look as he scratched his beard and wiped his hands on the bar towel. “Six bits!”

“I know.”

Waiting for his beer, Dan stared through the saloon’s walls, across hundreds of miles and two states, focusing his mind on a ranch in Kansas; a place he couldn’t wait to leave two years ago. His dad tried to talk him out of leaving, but he’d had big plans that didn’t include the Bar Double-J.

“Son, it’s too soon to talk about this,” Paul Henry tried to reason with his son, Dan. “Your mom has only been gone for two weeks, and . . .”

“Gone?” Dan burst in. “Gone? Do you think Mom took a trip? You talk like she’s coming back or something. Mom is DEAD. DEAD. She’s not coming back!” Dan whirled away as the tears came. He had to leave the ranch now. His mother was dead, his father was depressed, and his brother hated him.

No longer hiding his tears, Dan said, “I’m sorry Dad. Look, it’s time I left the Double_J. I want my share of the ranch now. No. Please, Dad, don’t waste your time. My mind is made up.”

Wiping his eyes, Dan reached for his dad and gave him a big hug. “I’ve got to try on my own. I love you Dad. I love you.”

“I love you too, son.”

“Six bits,” said the bartender.“ What if I aint got six bits?” Dan said, wondering if the man would take pity on a cowboy down on his luck.

“Tell you what, you can have all the beer you can drink if you ain’t afraid of a little work. Yes or no?”

Truth was, he didn’t have the money and thought for sure the bartender would bust the bottle over his head if he told him so.

“Yeah. I’ll work. Better save the beer for later though.”

“Up to you. I got a’ outhouse pit to dig. If you do the job, there’ll be some jerky and potatoes with the beer this evenin’.”

Two hours later, the bandana Dan had wrapped around his head no longer stopped the steady flow of sweat from running into his eyes. No one worked this hard on the Double_J, he thought.

As he continued stabbing the earth and tossing shovels full away from the hole, he thought of the day his life had changed. It was a crisp fall morning in Kansas. A perfect morning for a ride with his best friend, Betsy Henry, his mom.

Following his nose to the smells of bacon and eggs, hot cakes and coffee, Dan headed for the coffee pot.

“I just can’t get used to seeing you drink coffee, Dan,” Betsy said as he poured a cup. “I know you’re old enough and big enough to carry a steer but...”

“Maybe if I grow a beard and change my name to Tex, you’ll think of me as a man,” Dan said playfully, taking a drink of steaming coffee.

“How about some of those hot cakes before I starve here? I need my

strength to ride you into the ground.”

End of Part 1

MAJESTY

2008-06-22T17:24:00.001-07:00

MAJESTY
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I once read that the closer one looks at man-made objects, the simpler they become. However, when one looks at natural (created) objects, such as flowers, our skin, etc, the more complicated and detailed they are revealed. Come to think of it, looking at anything under a microscope would eventually reveal its intricacy and detail since everything begins with natural ingredients or parts.

End Times

2008-06-22T07:10:00.000-07:00

Most of us are talking about the "end times," wondering if we are living in them, if it will get worse or better. Honestly, we are probably stuffing down a little fear when we consider how it might play out.

Don't be afraid, or anxious or fearful. God's will shall be accomplished and we shall be ushered into His perfect presence to slip flawlessly into our eternal forms. All that we know now will evaporate, like the vapor James speaks of, as we remove the darkened glass vision we've lived with all our lives. Hallelujah.

Mark 13:5-8 (Holman Christian Standard Bible)

5 Then Jesus began by telling them: "Watch out that no one deceives you. 6 Many will come in My name, ^(A) saying, 'I am He, ^(B) ' and they will deceive ^(C) many. 7 When you hear of wars and rumors of wars, ^(D) don't be alarmed; ^(E) these things must take place, ^(F) but the end is not yet. 8 For nation will rise up against nation, and kingdom against kingdom. ^(G) There will be earthquakes in various places, and famines. ^[a] These are the beginning ^(H) of birth pains. ^(I)

Footnotes:

a. Mark 13:8 Other mss add and disturbances

Cross references:

A. Mark 13:6 : Jn 10:25; 14:13;

B. Mark 13:6 : Ex 3:14; Ps 45:8; Jn 8:24;

C. Mark 13:6 : 1Jn 4:6;

D. Mark 13:7 : Jr 51:46; Dn 11:44;

E. Mark 13:7 : 2Th 2:2;

F. Mark 13:7 : Dn 2:28-29;

G. Mark 13:8 : Is 19:2;

H. Mark 13:8 : Ac 26:4;

I. Mark 13:8 : Gl 4:19;

Crooked Path?

2008-06-09T14:14:00.000-07:00

Today I Wept

2008-05-28T05:58:00.000-07:00

My rural drive over winding country roads thrice weekly to meet my wife and bring her home is usually low key, and sometimes interesting because I listen to KOPB, Oregon Public Radio. But today was different. Today I wept.

I was listening to the report from Washington, D.C. regarding the increased number of people applying for disability assistance through Social Security. While I listened, I thought of my own disability that took me out of the work force in 1992. I’d injured my back, upper and lower, after years of manual labor; climbing trees and poles in the electrical industry. I worked as a tree trimmer and lineman, hefting heavy items continually, until one day it all stopped. After more than one exam, the final prognosis was disabled at 42.5 %. After some rehab, pain pills, and coming to grips with the fact I could no longer help friends when it came to lifting heavy items, I have had a fine life in spite of the disability. Of course there is daily pain and occasional shooting, stabbing pain…but that is less frequent now.

The report highlighted a man who lives in Wisconsin. A man who’d worked over 35 years supporting his family and saving money for those golden years. Well his golden years are now tarnished and his savings mostly depleted. The man sustained serious injuries which have left him in a wheelchair, unable to do almost anything. He was forced to sell his home and many belongings. He and his wife now live in a rented mobile home, wondering if they will have enough money to continue eating daily.

Over two years back, he applied for Social Security Disability payments. He was refused. Most applicants who apply for S.S. disability are refused. Once refused, the applicant must appeal. In Wisconsin, the average waiting time for an appeal is two…that’s correct…two years. According to an official in the S.S. disability department, they don’t have enough funds nor enough judges to make decisions on the thousands of cases in limbo.

The Naked Cross

2008-03-19T07:21:00.001-07:00

The Naked Cross
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The splotchy, crimson residue permeates the wood
No longer a cross
No one understood.

All is lost, his friends they said
Such high hopes
For our iniquities He is dead?

Pierced through, crushed and bore our grief
But there He slumps
His lifeless beaten form is no relief.

Three days hence, walking the road
Conversing, discussing, confused
Joined by a third to lighten their load.

He turned their sorrow to joy, opened their eyes
In breaking the bread
Jesus is risen, never more to die.

He stood before them, from God truly sent
Why do you doubt
Forgiveness of sins for all who repent.

Easter, we call it, no offense or fear
Bunnies and egg hunts
But Resurrection is redemption to all who hear.

That cross is now naked, no slumping Jesus there
His body was removed
So believe in the Savior and meet Him in the air.

The Blackened Sun

2008-02-24T17:51:00.001-08:00

Redemption
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The Blackened Sun
By David Nelson

Twelve o’clock straight up. A scorching day in Israel. Too hot to get worked up like everyone else on skull hill.
“I hate to see ‘em do those executions. Hmm? Oh, different reasons I guess. Some are really bad guys. Killers. Thieves. Traitors.
“Yeah, I know. I heard about him too. Makes you wonder why those Jews want him killed like that. From what I hear, the witnesses were paid to lie. Oh well, you can’t believe what Pilate says, he’s pretty much a liar.
“No, I was there in the governor’s courtyard when that happened. I saw it. Pilate was nervous, kinda scared to give him up for some reason. The Pharisees were screaming non-stop. I got there when they drug him back from the scourging, for the final decision. Yeah, real messy. Looked like raw meat. Blood every where. His face was swollen too. One eye puffed shut and it looked like his nose was broken. Then they put something on his head. It was like a ring, maybe a crown; but made of thistles because the thorns ripped his head open. Lots of blood there too.
“Well, I gotta go now. Too hot out here.”
Suddenly the sun was blacked out and total darkness fell over the land!
“Hey! Oh, God, what happened? Are you there? Don’t run, you’ll fall for sure. I’ve never seen anything like this. How could the sun suddenly go black? What if it’s about him? They said he was some kinda God you know.
“No. Wait. They said he was God’s Son. Yeah, that’s it. I heard him speak a couple of times. Even saw him rub a blind guy’s eyes and then he could see. Now I’m kinda cold. And it’s so quiet. Deathly still. God…if this is about him, Jesus, I don’t know what to say, but I want you to know I never had anything to do with getting him arrested or dragged to the hill. If this darkness means we’re all going to die…I want to be with you when it’s done. And I am sorry for the bad things that I’ve done.”
From the center cross, a voice shouted, “Father, into Your hands I commit my Spirit.”

God. . .hear my plea

2008-02-22T12:50:00.001-08:00

God. . .it's me.
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Sinking Deep

I've been disappointed with myself lately. Keeping track, as I often do, of the failures, uncompleted tasks, unfulfilled promises, and feelings of inadequacy that build daily. Struggling to keep my head above the waters of lethargy and self-flagellation, I noticed a barely discernible voice in the background of my mind. Little by little, as I set aside the insurmountable mountain of disappointment that I saw before me the voice seemed louder and more distinct. It was a hymn we sang in the Baptist church. Focusing on the voice, the hymn's melody grew louder and very familiar. And now the words followed. Let me see, how did it go? I hummed a few bars to myself and then they were there...

I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore,
Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more,
But the Master of the sea, heard my despairing cry,
From the waters lifted me, now safe am I.
Refrain
Love lifted me! Love lifted me!
When nothing else could help
Love lifted me!
All my heart to Him I give, ever to Him I’ll cling
In His blessed presence live, ever His praises sing,
Love so mighty and so true, merits my soul’s best songs,
Faithful, loving service too, to Him belongs.

Yes, of course, Love Lifted Me by Rowe and Smith. This wonderful hymn, written in 1912 was based on Matthew 14 where Jesus calls Peter to walk on water with Him. At first Peter steps out of the boat gliding on top of the waves, joyfully heading toward Jesus. But then his doubt and fear demand an explanation. Peter sinks, calling out to Jesus, “Save me, Lord!”
That's me, I realized. At first stepping out of the boat of fear, uncertainty, doubt, failure, looking steadfastly at Jesus, walking on water. And then what happens? Do I grow weary with the effort? Believe the lies of satan? Desire to feed my flesh? Or do I become something far worse and even less palatable to God. . .lukewarm!
That's it. I've become lukewarm toward my Savior, the loving God who saved me from eternal damnation and gave me the hope of a jubilant eternity with Him. I've treated the One who has infused me with His Holy Spirit as though He were a buddy. “Hey, thanks God for my salvation. Really great. And before this day is over, I promise to make time for you. Well, gotta go, Lord, I slept in this morning and I don't want to be late for work.”
Considering my loathsome behavior sends me spiraling down into those negative feelings I began with here. But I needn't stay there. God's grace breathes fresh hope into my soul. In the words of the hymnal, But the Master of the sea, heard my despairing cry...Love lifted me!
It was as if He grabbed my shoulders and shook me into reality. I blinked a few times as His Word, like a Wall Street banner, scrolled past my mind's eye.
1. Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 2 Corinthians 4:16
2. For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. Ephesians 2:10
3. Be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. Ephesians 6:10, 11
4. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead. I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13, 14
5. Don't worry about anything whatever; tell God every detail of your needs in earnest and thankful prayer, and the peace of God, which transcends human understanding, will keep constant guard over your hearts and minds as they rest in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:6, 7
And then the fog of guilt and self-pity was gone. My mind was clear. His Word had given me hope and balance. I was filled with new resolve, thankful for God's eternal, everlasting love as one final Scripture gave me the day's sailing orders: Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths. Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn away from evil. It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones. Proverbs 3:5-8
Now with a fresh cup of steamy coffee and new resolve to acknowledge Him in all my ways, I sense His healing and refreshment already at work.

David Nelson
February 20, 2008

HAPPY NEW YEAR

2008-01-05T08:21:00.001-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy

I think we all look forward to the dawning of a new year, especially after the inundation of obligations that comes with the last two months of the preceding year. Many of us are forced to overcome (or not) family dysfunction, sibling rivalry, shaky marriages, mundane jobs, and eventually, a mountain of debt to prove how much we love a specific list of people. Oh, and to add one more load of guilt to that list, there are the year-end pleas for charitable contributions. You know, those contributions we fully intended to give during the year?

So now…win, lose or draw, we’re headed full-on into the face of 2008. Fresh start. New Beginnings. Resolutions. Hope. It is time to make that list of New Year’s Resolutions! But even as I lay a pristine sheet of paper on my desk, retrieve my favorite pen and apply my BOSE headset, I recognize a familiar rumbling in my mind; an unsettled feeling that usually precedes failure. Ah yes. Over all the years of writing out my resolutions, I have yet to accomplish them all. To be humiliatingly honest, I don’t think I’ve remained true to any of them. One more year of guilt and failure was staring me in the face, flexing its very well-developed muscles.

If only I had followed through on the fitness resolution last year, I might stand a chance at facing guilt and failure this year with my own set of well-developed muscles. Typically, I didn’t. But there must be some hope. I need a Fresh Start. A New Beginning in 2008.

And so I found one. Not by reading the new, How To Accomplish Your New Year’s Resolutions, best seller but rather by reading, or more accurately, re-reading the perennial best seller of all time, The Bible!

I found ages-old wisdom that does not change and yet is practically applied to our lives today. I found complete forgiveness. Even for me. I found pages of hope, direction for my life, understanding, and most important of all—I found unconditional love and forgiveness. This New Year I found a Fresh Start and New Beginning based on the truth of God. The God who cannot lie.

And here is one of the many nuggets of truth I mined from the New Testament, found in the book of Philippians, chapter 4~ May you always be joyful in your life in the Lord. I say it again: rejoice! Show a gentle attitude toward all. The Lord is coming soon. Don’t worry about anything, but in all your prayers ask God for what you need, always asking him with a thankful heart. And God’s peace, which is far beyond human understanding, will keep your hearts and minds safe, in Christ Jesus.
In conclusion, my brothers, fill your minds with those things that are good and deserve praise: things that are true, noble, right, pure, lovely, and honorable. . . And the God who gives us peace will be with you.

Because I am weak, I immediately wondered how I could possibly measure up to the gold standard established by God Himself. And then I read this verse that allayed all my fears and swept away my fear of failure~ He will change our weak mortal bodies and make them like his own glorious body, using that power by which he is able to bring all things under his rule. Philippians 3:21

Now I invite you to establish your own relationship with our Heavenly Father through our Savior Jesus Christ, who will assume the full responsibility for creating a Fresh Start and New Beginning, filled with eternal Hope, in your life—both this year and every one to come.

David Nelson
January 4, 2008

A Candle In The Darkness

2007-11-08T14:29:00.001-08:00

A Candle In The Darkness
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy

This story is true. I was in Romania about 16 months after the revolution and was told this story as the event that precipitated the uprising to overthrow Ceausesceu. I took the photo below while standing in a produce market. I was reluctant to take his picture until he passed. I must confess that I was quite nervous as I snapped the shutter.

"In 1989, Lazlo Tokes was the pastor of a fast-growing reformed church in the city of Timisoara, Romania. His powerful preaching had caught the attention of communist officials, and they began a strategy of suppression. Just before Christmas, they decided to send him into exile.

But when the police arrived to hustle Pastor Tokes away, they were stopped cold. Around the church stood a wall of humanity. Christians from around the city-Baptist, Pentecostal, Orthodox, Catholic-had joined together to protest.

All through the day they held their post. As it grew dark, a Baptist student named Daniel Gavra pulled out a packet of candles, lit one, and passed it on to his neighbor.

Then he lit another. One by one the burning candles were passed out among the crowd. Soon the darkness of the December night was pierced by the light of hundreds of candles. When Pastor Tokes looked out his window, he saw a sea of faces lit up by a warm glow.

Two days later, police finally broke through the crowd and dragged Pastor Tokes away. But that was not the end. People streamed to the city square. Hundreds were shot, Young Daniel's leg was blown off. Yet the brave example set in Timisoara inspired the rest of the nation. Within days, the entire population of Romania had risen up and the bloody dictator Ceausescu was gone.

adapted from How Now Shall We Live? Devotional by Charles Colson (Tyndale) pp 711-12"

Forget What's Behind

2007-08-28T16:22:00.001-07:00

Forget What's Behind
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy

Philippians 3:13 “Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”

As in a footrace, to be successful, the runner must forget what is behind and strain toward the finish line, using every bit of strategy and strength. Even more so in the Christian life, we must forget what are behind…disappointments, failures, broken relationships, trauma, deceit, false accusations, and lies.

Architects, designers, engineers, electricians, boat captains, etc must all focus on what lies ahead, ready to deal with obstacles or barriers that may arise. Constantly looking backward will at least delay and possibly create disaster. Mistakes or failures are elements in our lives that refine our character and give birth to forgiveness and reliance on God.

Once we decide to “forget what is behind,” we must arm ourselves with the armor of God because the enemy of our soul will attack with hundreds of scenarios in which we’ve been badly treated, accused or wrong doing, or lied about. What shall we do in these cases? Nothing! Praise God for false accusations and character attacks. If these attacks are false, we will be aligned with our loving Savior who when falsely accused, did not defend Himself.

He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He did not open His mouth; Like a lamb that is led to slaughter, and like a sheep that is silent before its shearers, so He did not open His mouth. Isaiah 53:7

And while being reviled, He did not revile in return; while suffering, He uttered no threats, but kept entrusting Himself to Him who judges righteously. . .
1 Peter 2:23

So, call out to God. Believe in His awesome power to overcome all the weapons of the enemy. Place your life in His hands and trust that He will ultimately deliver us from all sin and destruction because He said so. Remember what He told the thief on the cross, “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in paradise.”
Luke 23:43

David Nelson
August 2007

SHOWERS OF BLESSING

2007-08-03T14:57:00.001-07:00

SHOWERS OF BLESSING
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy

Focused myopically on our material possessions, many Christians think of blessings as objects to drive, build, wear, and play with. However, if you consider God as the originator of "blessings," you can plainly understand that He will not limit Himself to our worldly possessions which will eventually fade into obscurity and ruin. As my best friend expressed to me once, "It's all firewood, destined to burn up one day."
Perhaps we can consider magnificent beauty such as Multnomah Falls along the mighty Columbia River as one of the Showers of Blessings that God has freely given us.

Morning Peace

2007-07-23T08:57:00.001-07:00

Morning Peace
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy

A friend sent an, "All will be well" email recently that bothered me very much the more I read and pondered its message. Filled with such comments as, "Everything that is going wrong in your life today shall be well with you this year. You have been destined to make it and shall achieve all your goals this year...for the remaining months of this year (2007), all your agonies will be diverted and victory and prosperity will coming in abundance. Today God has confirmed the end of your sufferings, sorrows, and pains because He that sits on the throne has remembered you. He has taken away the hardships and given you joy. And, of course the ubiquitous, not-so-subtle threat in closing: If you do not forward, the prayer will stop!"

This is my reply:

I must step back and contemplate this message, (friend). Although sent around with the best of intentions, I believe it erroneous and, perhaps even discouraging to some. For instance, to think and believe that everything that may go wrong in our lives will be avoided and all my goals shall be achieved is not only not likely, I think it may prove discouraging and damaging.
I realize the idea of positive thinking is very popular and has garnered many millions in book, CD, and DVD sales but attaching such ideas to God is quite erroneous. Actually, God tells us in the New Testament, that we may suffer for a time, and the suffering brings stronger character (refined in the fires of trials).

The apostle James tells us bluntly that, "whenever trouble comes your way, let it be an opportunity for joy. For when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be strong in character and ready for anything." James 1:2-4

He that sits on the throne has certainly not forgotten us but He also tells us to prepare for hardships and difficulties in this life. His promise is for an eternal destination of perfection, to live and reign with Him forever. He also promises that no one can remove us from His grasp.

In the Book of Romans, Paul declares, "For I consider the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us."

I believe that the person originating this message intended to encourage all who may read it but I see it otherwise. God sent Jesus to die for you and me, not to bring us better stuff and make all our dreams come true, but to cleanse us from our sins and usher us into his eternal Kingdom.

I leave you with these words of encouragement from Romans 15:13: "Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit."

David
July 23, 2007

New Badge

2007-07-06T18:33:00.001-07:00

My creation
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy

Interesting how we all like to be indentified with or to something, as in this photo badge. I've had photo badges issued before, in California and in Oregon. The badges entitled me to enter events, shows, concerts, etc with complete freedom. I usually hung the badge from my neck, clearly visible to all officials of each event. Of course carrying a professional camera bag with cameras, etc draped over my shoulders and neck tipped them off as well.
In the beginning, I was excited that I could get in free, was recognized as a professional photographer and had assignments to interview various celebrities, dignitaries, and politicians. And then I wrote stories which, along with my photos, were published in various newspapers. I became well known and respected. The more I wrote and photographed, the more features and ariticles I was assigned . It was a dream job for me since when I began it was without previous experience as a reporter (I was a professional photographer before).
And then, little by little, I saw myself looking forward to recognition and accolades that followed each weekly publication. I would receive calls from "important" people, asking to be interviewed, asking me to write unbiased stories about them. I was a catalyst for people helping people after reading some of my stories. I received an award from the Braille foundation. I was somebody now.
And then God removed the scales from my eyes so I could see that craving attention was in opposition to following my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Following Christ should create a desire to be less known and admired. My talents and skills should point everyone to God, not me.
And therein is the joy of the Lord. His forgiveness and grace. I called out to God and He forgave me, encouraged me, and restored my fellowship with Him. When I am weak, then I am strong says the apostle Paul. Lord, let your power and mercy be shown clearly through my life.

Time

2007-05-28T12:37:00.001-07:00

Time
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy

It is time to see the Lord work in our lives. It is time to trust Him for all we need. It is time to believe that He cares so much for us that He will never leave us, never forsake us, never disregard our situation or sorrows or fears.
It is time to remember that He not only loves us beyond our understanding, but that He proved His eternal, sacrificial love for us by sending His son, Jesus to a torturous, agonizing death on the cross of Calvary.
It is time to recall that His blood, coursing down His beaten body, has flowed throughout time to cleanse us from our sins and renew our lives, transforming us into pristine, pure, eternal beings destined to dance on the heavenly streets of gold.
It is time to reflect on our lives. According to God, we are new creations (2 Cor. 5:17). Our past is forgotten in His mind. It is time to release our death-grip on the baggage from our sinful past. God has. He has made us whiter than snow.
It is time to stand on His many promises found in His Word. I haven’t given you a spirit of fear (2 Tim.1:7), He says. Don’t be anxious for anything, He says. Just come to me in prayer, and thankfulness. In return, He says, my peace that is far beyond human understanding, will keep your hearts and minds safe, in Christ Jesus (Phil. 4:6,7).
It is time to get back to regular work-outs at the Faith Gym. Stop believing in what we see, but have faith in what we do not see (Heb. 11:1). God knows that we cannot do this alone so He wants us to keep our eyes fixed on Jesus who is the author and perfector of our faith (Heb. 12:2).
Lastly, it is surely time each morning to fit ourselves with the God’s armor so we can take a stand against the devil’s schemes. Because we are not fighting against human beings, but against the wicked rulers, authorities, and cosmic powers of this dark age (Eph. 6:10). Have truth for a belt, righteousness for your breastplate, the readiness to announce the Good News of peace as shoes. Carry faith as a shield; with it you will be able to put out all the burning arrows shot by the evil one. Accept salvation for a helmet and the Word of God as the sword of the Spirit. Do all this in prayer, asking for God’s help (Eph. 6:13 Good News Bible).
“Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” I Thess. 5:16

David Nelson 2007

Looking Back In Hope

2007-02-13T14:00:00.000-08:00

Still looking for answers, these Romanians joined with thousands of their countrymen attempting to find balance and stability after almost 50 years of dictatorial rule. Suddenly their freedom is thrust upon them without preparation or plans.
The photo pinned to his sweater is that of their former king, Michael. Some wanted to return to that rule, to begin again with what they remembered as stable and reasonable.
Of course, in most cases and circumstances, we cannot successfully return to the past. Usually we elevate the past into a dream world of near perfection, a world filled with fond memories, excising the difficult or threatening parts. But the past is just that...past. Our hopes and dreams must relate to the future, our goals, our desires and plans.
Inviting Christ to have reign in our lives always relates to the future, not only near but eternal as well. His first action in our lives is to forgive and forget and he imparts that Godly action to us. "Forgive as I have forgiven you," He commands. And in the book of Philippians, the apostle Paul instructs us in this way, "But one thing I do: forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus." Reliving the past dooms us to failure and agonizing over what could have been! Whereas the present and hopes for a brighter future gives us strength and encouragement. Each day brings new hope to us. Each failure is actually a building block for our success. We use failure as a teaching tool in the sense of, "well, that didn't work and I will not repeat it." Unfortunately, many of us have experienced a life filled with failure that leads to depression or feelings of inadequacy because we've believed that failure is weakness or signs of incompetency. I once read a quote the origin of which I've forgotten: The difference between a failure and a success is; a successful person fails more often!
If you read the biography of people we call successful, you will see one common trait, they never quit, never give up, never listen to negative people. If you and I follow that adivice, we will all succeed because we will grow stronger and accomplish more acheivements in our lives.
Proverbs 3:5-6 says, "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make straight your paths."

Final Precaution

2006-11-20T15:27:00.000-08:00

Self-Portrait...Reflections

2006-09-25T11:17:00.000-07:00

Self-Portrait...Reflections
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

I see myself, but not your way,
I see myself, but relfectively.

The me you see I cannot,
The me I see, I forgot.

But shed this skin, and bare the frame,
Will reveal my soul, eternally the same.

From Below

2006-05-15T05:38:00.000-07:00

From Below
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Mother's Day

According to cards
And poems we’ve read,
Motherhood is romantic
All milk and homemade bread.

Binding all wounds,
Tucking into bed
Teaching great lessons,
“Don’t forget what I said!”

But Mothers are greater,
More sacrifice and steel
They’re up every morning,
No matter how they feel.

The years roll by,
Their resolve stays true
That’s why we give
These cards. . .

TO SAY HOW MUCH
WE LOVE YOU!

Malignant

2006-03-09T21:24:00.000-08:00

Cambria storm
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

“Cancer?” they stared.
“Like it.” He replied.
“Cancer?” they repeated.
“Well, it spreads like that,” he said.
“Malignant?” they inquired.
“Without a doubt, malignant,” he stated.
“How can this be? Malignant?”
“Allow me to quote from Websters,” he said.
“Very dangerous or virulent; causing or likely
to cause death!”
Silence.

“So, no hope then?” they asked.
“Quite the contrary,” he replied.
“But you said cancer. And then you said
malignant...likely to cause death.”
“I did.”
“Then death is a certainty.”
“Oh yes, that is quite true. No avoiding that.”
Heads spinning, they sat shakily.
“Cancer. Malignant. Death certain.
What are we missing? Where’s hope?”
“Eternal,” he replied.
Silence.

“So, there is hope?” they asked.
“Absolutely,” he said. “Absolutely.”
“Then how? In what form?”
“Total transfusion,” he said.
“A substitutionary blood donor.”
“Then bring him here. We will pay anything.”
“Of course,” he said. “But the payment
has been made, freely.”
“And this substitutionary blood donor will
eradicate the cancer?” they asked hopefully.
“Without exception,” he said. The recipient will experience
totally new life. As if they were born again.”

“There is one caveat,” he said resolutely.
“A personal obligation.”
“Anything,” they excitedly replied. “Anything.”
“First, you must accept the gift.”
“Yes, yes, gladly,” they shouted.
“And then you must believe that the
malignancy has been totally eradicated.”
“Believe?”
“With all your heart.”
“Believe? Why believe?”

“A time will come in the future,” he began,
“long after the excitment of the transfusion
has passed, you will think the cancer has returned.
Every professional you ask will confirm that it’s true.
But it has not, nor can it. You see this substitutionary
transfusion is irrevocable and eternal. No matter how
it feels to you, the cancer is permanently gone.
You will experience false symptoms, even internal pain.
It is then, right then, that you must believe.
Believe with all your heart, in spite of the pain.
In spite of the suffering, if you believe,
really believe, the pain will subside and
you will feel stronger than you’ve ever felt before.”

“But what if we forget? What if we’re too weak?”
“Don’t worry,” he said softly,
“I am leaving someone to watch over you.
Someone to remind you of what I’ve said.
And when you’re down, He will comfort you.
I must go now.
Remember, believe in spite of any circumstance.”

©David Nelson~2006

Dramatic Sunset

2006-02-21T09:39:00.000-08:00

Dramatic Sunset
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Psalm 19:1-2 (New Living Translation)
1
The heavens tell of the glory of God.
The skies display his marvelous craftsmanship.
2
Day after day they continue to speak;
night after night they make him known.

Inner Beauty

2006-02-17T18:24:00.000-08:00

Inner Beauty
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

So many magazines and publications focus on the mythical, external beauty of women. Since most women realize they don't measure up to the images plastered all over the magazines, ads, and TV commercials, they feel compelled to load up on makeup and hair color. Both of which damage the skin and hair.
Inner Beauty, on the other hand, never fades and is carried forth into eternity. Inner Beauty brings healing to our hearts and minds through faith in Jesus Christ. It is beneath the surface.

Misty Lake Calendar

2006-02-04T17:11:00.000-08:00

My creation
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Using fd's Flickr Toys, I created this calendar and wanted to share with everyone! I love to make small, personal desk calendars. This one is large enough for most uses. Please enjoy.

David

A Crushing Blow

2006-01-28T18:37:00.000-08:00

A Crushing Blow
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Just as this fallen tree dramatically altered the lives of several people, decisions we make may have the same type of repercussions. I once heard a man quote the following, "It's not about us, it's about them." He was responding to a group formed to provide aid to the impoverished in another country. The group digressed into what if's and what about's when he stood up and spoke the above. It was then I realized how often my selfish choices may have altered lives negatively. As I reflected on my choices and decision making patterns it became clear to me that unless I focus on someone else, my decision will reflect only MY self-serving desire. Like an electrical shock, this realization sent shock waves through my soul.
"Oh God forgive me. Give me a heart for others. Fill me with an understanding of your love for us. Give me the strength to share that love through my unselfish choices."
And God whispered in my ear, "I love to answer unselfish prayers, my son."

Inner Piece Cover

2006-01-02T20:59:00.000-08:00

Inner Piece Cover
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

This is the cover art for my first published book, Inner Piece. I finished the publication process at 1130 New Year's Eve! I was ecstatic since I'd planned on finishing by year's end! Thank you Lord. Here is a link to the publication site:
http://www.lulu.com/content/210923

Thank you to all who supported me in prayer and encouragement! Now it's time for the next book.

This book introduces the reader to The Master Puzzle Maker who provides the Inner Piece that reshapes and transforms our life’s puzzle into a magnificent image, radiantly beautiful.
There are 14 characters in Inner Piece who depict the many struggles, fears, insecurities, foibles, failures, anger, addiction, and hopes inherent in us all. Although these characters have different lives and locations, the common thread consistent in Inner Piece is the main character, Phillip Randolph. Phillip or something he has written, brings hope, redemption, healing, and the possibility of restoration to all the characters.
Like a series of vignettes, each story reaches its own conclusion based on the characters’ decisions and consequences to their actions. The central theme is that of hope and recovery; redemption and healing, and overcoming obstacles with spiritual assistance. There is also a strong element of Divine intervention and guidance when hearts are opened to that possibility.
Even though clearly based on spiritual principles, this book presents less than typical circumstances in each of the characters’ lives. The reader finds themselves enmeshed into the sometimes gritty, challenging and real life drama of ordinary and extraordinary life choices. In each case, personal choice carries its own good or not-so-good consequence.

2005 NanoWriMo Winner

2005-12-28T19:48:00.000-08:00

Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.
I am a winner for completing my novel during November (50,000 words). I've published 25 Special Edition hardback copies locally and am working on the paperback issue published through lulu.com
My plan is to continue writing as long as I discern God leading me.
Happy New Year to all who read this!

2005 Participant

2005-10-08T17:55:00.000-07:00

Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.
Beginning November 1 @ midnight, I will join with thousands of would-be authors who've agreed to write 50,000 words by midnight November 30!! If you pray, please ask God to give me wisdom. If you are a well wisher, send those my way. At his point, I'm not entirely certain how I will keep you updated, but I will try.

David
doulos Christos

Where Are You?

2005-09-29T10:49:00.000-07:00

Where Are You?
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Ode to Charles Myers

2005-08-04T17:36:00.000-07:00

My Friend, Charlie...is now with Jesus
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

There’s a man named Charlie,
I’m told
Who’s dancing with Jesus
On streets of gold.

All during his life,
Those 57 years,
Charlie grew tall
And faced all his fears.

His life seemed simple,
Mentally challenged
We say.
But he proved an example,
His faith paved the way.

A Special Olympian our man,
Any sport will do.
He was up for the challenge,
Gold medals by the slew.

Shooting hoops was his favorite,
On stiff knees he would glide.
“Gimme da ball,”
To his teamates he’d chide.

I worked with this man,
He added to my day.
We formed a routine,
I understood his way.

His job was mundane,
Brewing coffee, cleaning up,
I’d usually find him
As I sought my first cup.

“Hey, Charlie, how’s it going,”
I’d usually say.
His reply often gruff,
But that was his way.

Later in the morning,
As he worked his way round,
He’d plunk down beside me,
When his ideas did abound.

“Hey Dave, I was thinkin’”
I remeber him clear.
“How bout comin to my game?”
Followed by a date that was near.

“Sounds good,,”
I would say
Or words of that type,
Then off he would lumber,
Sometimes to gripe.

He used to buy cookies,
The newspaper too.
Twas my special treat,
A fact he well knew.

And then a spot took form,
Just forward of his ear.
At first it seemed a bother,
Certainly nothing to fear.

From there it progressed,
Cancerous roots taking hold.
And we barely noticed,
His pain was untold.

Eventually we saw,
The widening gash.
Secretly we knew,
It’s more than a rash.

And so on it went,
His strength ebbing slow.
Our dear friend and warrior,
Still put on a good show.

“I beat it before,
I’ll beat it again.
My God is a healer,
And Jesus my friend.’

But God’s plans they vary,
His will persists.
He reached out to Charlie,
“Come now,” He insists.

And come now he did,
On August the third.
Charles Myers left his body,
Flew heavenward as a bird.

Trust In The Lord

2005-07-27T20:11:00.000-07:00

I will wait for the Lord...I will put my trust in Him.
Isaiah 8:17

The words sound encouraging, assertive.
While still not challenged, I see it so.
Daily I pray, at least I call it that,
Sort of short order cooking,
Brief and to the point

I know how to solve, you’ve given me skills.
What’s that, your Spirit? Counselor, guide?
Yes, I’ve read that many times but...
“He will teach me all things?” I must confess
Those words seem distant, theological

Straining at a gnat & swallowing a camel?
Is this what you mean by foolishness confounding the wise?
I think if I had a tail, I’d be chasing it.
Faith comes by hearing and hearing
by the Word of God

I hear but I don’t listen

Passing Away

2005-07-09T17:50:00.000-07:00

Listen to My Plea
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Although filled to capacity, the smallish country church was mostly silent, deathly still. Appropriate for a funeral, I suppose. Upon entering, one is taken by the musty smell, creaking floors, strange combination of fluorescent and tungsten lighting, and oppressive absence of daylight, highlighted by dark wooden walls. Behind the platform, facing the congregation, is an attempt at stained glass art, allowing colored, diffused light which seems to fall off by the platforms edge lightly illuminating the flower-draped coffin. To heighten the stillness and somber mood, there is no air movement. Vents are visible in a few places, but no air flows forth.
A man dressed in a gray suit stands relaxed on the platform, as though he’s done this before, been at these good-byes a time or two. In one hand a Bible is held comfortably. His look is one of understanding, perhaps compassion. But every so often, for just a flicker of time, it seems hesitant or uncertain. Later we find out he didn’t know the deceased. I’m sure that accounted for the expressions.
As a pastor, he knows now is the time for people to release their feelings about the one entombed in the highly polished coffin. The “departed.” Looking over the assembly, he extends an invitation. At first a pause, then one by one, friends, relatives, family attempt to share remembrances with fits and starts, tear-filled eyes and runny noses, and for some, deep sobs.
Softly and gently, the pastor encourages each person to speak. Ever so slowly, in trickles, people come forward, attempting somehow to make sense of this moment, to bring life out of death. Yes, that’s it, death. Bit by bit, it dawns on most there, he is dead! Not passed away. Not departed. Dead. He won’t ever be seen on planet earth again. Whatever we wanted to say, hoped to make better, forgive, encourage...it’s too late. For him, and us, there will be no tomorrow. Not on this side of glory.
Some relief at last, the air conditoner kicks in, rather meekly, but in nonetheless. Did I detect a tiny smile on the pastor’s face. Decked out in that restrictive suit, he must be saying a silent Hallelujah. Air at last. Now he speaks again, “Now, I want to share some words from God’s Holy Scriptures.” And he does. Strangely, his words fall at his feet, without passion, as if reciting rote, obligatory. Good words, God’s words, words of life, healing and hope. But no passion. Somehow no assurance. No power. Yes, that’s it, powerless words. They don’t penetrate the sorrow laid heavily in this room. They don’t pierce the confusion and struggle of losing a son, a husband, a father. They lie there fading into the carpet.
Oh no, the moment many of us are dreading. An attractive slender woman approaches the casket (she is somehow out of place, like Vana White, choosing letters), removes the floral wreath and carefully opens the lid, announcing without words that it’s time for the viewing. What dastardly person ever decided that removing blood, slathering on makeup and dressing a dead body in a suit, laid to rest in satin lining required the approval of all by passing by to view this imitation? Why hasn’t someone come forth since, decrying the whole ritual as heathenistic and morbid. If they asked me, I would thus speak out. Of course no one ever has.
Surprisingly, some family members jump up and head for the door, shaking their heads NO. Many of us join this entourage, away from the open casket, into fresh air. Life.
Most people probably leave wondering why it had to be this way. Of course wondering about the death (the passing as we politely and euphemistically call it), but also about the service. Is there to be no hope? Is God’s word laid out in subdued, unemotional tones supposed to bring us to a point of clarity and joy? They were words without passion, without focus, certainly without eternal hope imbedded into all our minds. We just walked out hoping for the best.
God is a God of passion. A God of hope. A God of joy. A God of eternal rewards. Religious rules have relegated His joyous energy to certain, special moments when it’s ok to sing out loud a little. But what about our admonition to rejoice in the Lord always. And again I say, rejoice. Remember the thief on the cross, the one who believed in Christ? Jesus said to him, “I tell you this, today you will be with me in Paradise!” Now that’s something to be excited about. Something to be glad about. Something to sing praises about, especially at a time such as this...death!
Funerals are a time to herald forth the eternal hope and prospect of eternal life, walking hand in hand with our Heavenly Father on streets paved with gold. “Now that we’re all here,” I can imagine a pastor saying, “let me tell you about the prospect of eternal joy awaiting those who call upon the Lord. Eternal joy. It’s waiting for you. All of you. Praise God.”
Death, of course, is eventual and certain for us all. Let’s use that final gathering to offer hope and joy for those left behind.

GRAND SON JACOB ASLEEP

2005-07-08T19:53:00.000-07:00

GRAND SON JACOB ASLEEP
Originally uploaded by mike donahue.

This wonderful, poignant, tender phototgraph was taken by Mike Donahue. It is his grandson Jacob.
These tiny feet, speaking of new life, remind me of the book of Genesis, chapter 1...Then God said, "Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness...And God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. And God blessed them; and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply and fill the earth..."
My brain is not big enough to actually understand how it happened, but these newborn feet give me some inkling.
Thank you brother Mike.

Self Portrait

2005-07-03T15:24:00.000-07:00

Self Portrait
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Holding my camera just so, I fiddled with the position and angle until satisfied. Trying not to look stilted or too posed, I snapped the electronic shutter. Now I've captured an element of myself. The outter surface of David, the part we can all see. You from your angle and me as a reflection. We don't ever see the same face. And more than that, my view is filtered by the accumulation of my life's experiences; good and bad. Your view relies more on this brief moment in time. But there is more...

I've discovered at least three things about this man, this body: 1.) I am a temple of God; 2.) God's Holy Spirit lives in me; 3.) I don't belong to myself. I'm on loan!
I found these things out be reading 1 Corinthians 3:16 and 1 Corinthians 6:19-20.
Oh, and one more thing about this body of mine...I was bought with a high price so that I may honor God with my body.
As my temple ages and sags a bit here and there, I remember these words just mentioned and somehow my exterior seems less and less important.
God bless all who read this blog.

Are You Gay?

2005-06-26T14:38:00.000-07:00

When I was young, I used to think "older" people were out of sync, old fashioned, not cool, and other unflattering terms. After all, I was young, energetic, and quick witted. Plus, I knew all the latest slang. Little did I know just how little I knew. Now I am older. Probably older than most who read this article, and I suppose I am all those things mentioned above to youngsters of today. I digress. I am here to talk about words and their definitions. One word in particular: Gay! Hence the article's title: Are You Gay? Well, are you?

Many of my male readers will flex their arms, expand their collective chests, cock one eyebrow and, in their deepest possible voice, declare NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT! And some might even hasten to show a wife and children as proof positive of their decidedly high levels of testosterone. Actually I think you are--at least I hope you are most of the time.

Before the sexual revolution and its orientation-style thinking inundated our society, and changing legislation mandated new rules to live by--including gender-speak, the definition for Gay was (and still remains): having or showing a merry, lively mood; gay spirits, gay music. Given to or abounding in social or other pleasures: a gay social season. People would use such phrases as: It was a gay affair. Oh, we had a gay old time. Whether or not it was interjected into most sentences, it was mutually understood that gay made reference to joyous, glad, light-hearted moments or events. Today, the word points specifically to male homosexuals. How did that happen? Homosexuality is defined as: behavior directed toward a person of one's own sex. How did such behavior, once considered aberrant, become synonymous with gay? There is another definition that may shed some light: bright or showy; gay colors, gay ornaments. As I consider this aspect of the definition, it becomes obvious that some male homosexuals are certainly bright and showy.

Will I change the world and its distortion of a light-hearted, frolicsome, jovial word? Probably not. At least I have not set it as my goal. However, another person, a younger, confident person may already be tired of describing homosexuals as gay. If there is such a person out there, this article may prove to be the impetus, the catalyst that sets him on a crusade that saves a harmless, merry, lively word and restores it to its former glory.

Just Around The Corner

2005-06-21T21:46:00.000-07:00

Just Around The Corner
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

"Make ready the way of the Lord, make His paths straight."
Often the road less travelled is curvy and requires longer to navigate. The advantage to this road is: less traffic, less congestion, more time to enjoy the view, and time to reflect.

After all, if I desire to hear His still, small voice, I must remove all the clamor and distractions.

What If...

2005-06-21T21:29:00.000-07:00

things in our world don't ever change? What if the disjointed, ill conceived decisions continue in the same manner until the country collapses or the Lord is virtually never mentioned again? It could happen just that way. What will we do? If we continue to look for the silver lining here (or any government), we will only find firewood or sawdust, waiting to ignite in the grand finale sometime after the trumpet blast.

So then, what to do? Look to the Father. Look to Jesus who sits at His right hand, interceding for us. Lord, what is it you want me to do? Where do you want me to be? An unknown writer once penned, "Only what we hve invested in the eternity of souls will last forever." We should do all we can to make our environment better, but to what end? All the while, we should be listening for that still small voice, directing our path. Never forgetting our ultimate destination.

Jesus said, "Remember, I am going to prepare a place for you. In my Father's home are many mansions (and one of them is for you)."

Where is the warfare? Certainly not in the fleshly realm. It is spiritual and constant. But we are the victors through Christ Jesus, our Lord. Greater is HE who is in us than any force in the world. Satan and his emissaries cannot touch a hair on our heads unless God gives the ok. So our primary reason for existence is: to be a light in this very dark world. Remember what Jesus said in Matthew 6? Don't worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; Seek first the Kingdom of God and all these other things will be given to you.

At some point we need to step out in this truth and live it. It is not just religous rhetoric but words of life for us.

The Art of Giving

2005-06-18T16:10:00.000-07:00

The art of giving has taken on new bells and whistles of late. Rather than recognizing needs among friends, neighbors, or community, we have relegated such generosity to organizations, churches and celebrities. After all, they have the pulse of our community, state, and in the case of celebs, the entire world. Apparently, the burden of accumulating great wealth, has finally driven them to consider giving some away. Of course, the idea of giving anonymously, has escaped their very public minds. Rather, they deem it essential to round up as many world-wide fellow-travelers as possible to end debt, starvation and like needs with one fell swoop. Neat huh?
But what about people closer at home? Surely there must be needs nearby. There are. The reason we don't hear about it is...we have isolated and insulated ourselves from most of our neighbors. We all know our coworkers (sometimes more than we really want to know), but they are much safer. They usually don't NEED anything because they are employed. Or so we think. But then, we don't really ask those questions because that would be too personal--and job relationships, even though unspoken, are surface in nature. Sports, politics, local flea markets, parades, graduations and the like are acceptable conversation topics. Going deeper would be infringing on people's right to privacy (or so we are cautioned by H.R.).
So how does one overcome the isolation, concern over trampling rights of privacy, or looking like a busybody? Listen and ask. When people talk about their lives, listen. When you get an email from someone, read between the lines. If you actually listen, as though what they say matters to you, you will be amazed at what people reveal about their needs.
One example of late came from someone terminated from work. Over time, their emails revealed concern for money. A shortage of groceries, unemployment benefits ending...A former coworker listened and shared that concern with those still on the job. They agreed to collect money and groceries and then delivered them as a surprise. Box after box was stacked in her kitchen as she gasped, giggled, and cried at such generosity. Later, it was revealed that this woman's sister was squeezing pennies too, so she shared her newfound bounty.
Perhaps you are thinking that you really don't have any extra at weeks end. Can you afford to buy a few extra cans of pork and beans when they are on sale? Bread. Pasta? Do you ever buy treats for yourself? Movies, video rentals, coffee beverages, books, magazines? Consider depriving yourself of a treat on occasion and see just how much you could contribute to someone in need.
The essential giver, the one who gave everything, literally everything, was God's Son, Jesus Christ. He lived a simple life and when the time was right, He gave His life for you and me.
Which brings us to another element of giving: sacrifice. Learning to listen when people speak and responding to their needs will only happen when we are willing to sacrifice our personal comfort, convenience, money and free time. We've all heard the homily, "Charity begins at home." Well our home includes our neighbors, friends, and community.
And one more thing. Learn to give anonymously. You don't need accolades for doing what is right, for helping those in need. The satisfaction you feel in your soul, in your heart will be accolades enough.

Receding Fire

2005-06-13T19:47:00.000-07:00

Pismo Beach @ Christmas
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

No matter where on this globe we live, at days end our daily light seems to settle below the horizon, casting it's diffused, golden-orange rays across the sky. This daily occurence speaks of God's creation, of beginnings and ends; fresh starts, conclusions; new life and passing of life.
In all of my years, there is a constant that has never varied, never failed...The sun always rises and, without fail, always sets (yes, I know, it may be hidden by clouds or storms), but above all the temporary turbulence, that golden orb shines on!
In the beginning, God said, "Let there be light." And later, Jesus, His son said, "I am the light of the world; he who follows Me shall not walk in the darkness, but shall have the light of life."

The Power of Humility

2005-06-01T06:58:00.000-07:00

The quiet evening was interrupted by an earth shattering
explosion, rattling windows up to four blocks away.

In another, more eternal realm, the explosion was not only heard
but understood, better than on the small planet.

Like a potent chemical reaction, humility when it clashes
with pride, stubborness and self-pity, reacts violently.

Only when the dust settles and after all the pieces of fractured,
jagged ego have fallen, can the painful healing process begin.
Confession always precedes healing...

Lord, I admit to my stubborness
and self-reliance.
I believe in your word and in your
promises of provision.
I will walk in those promises...
with your guidance and direction.

These legs, crippled by years of doubt and pride, will now
walk in the confidence of your spirit.

©David Nelson

Luke, My Luke

2005-05-17T17:51:00.000-07:00

My friends loved all their children. They were always involved in their lives. The middle child, Luke, now 16, bought a pickup truck. Reasonably good shape, he and his dad were always spending time together fixing something or other. One day his mom came home to find his truck half in and half out of the garage. Smiling, she walked over to give him a hard time about working on his truck.
She found, instead, her son crushed to death between the truck and garage door. There he was slumped but wedged, his last breath having left some time earlier. No one is ever ready for such a trauma. Especially a mother.
When we heard we cried for hours. Afterwards, God put this poem on my heart.

This cannot be, I will not believe
You are too young, too alive
Things to do, life to live...
Luke, my Luke

Lord Jesus, say it’s not so
Say there’s been a mistake
Tell me when I wake
My son will be here...
Luke, my Luke

God, all knowing God
Creator, healer, restorer
Where were the angels
you assigned to this child?
Luke, my Luke

My Luke is gone, at least in part
The beautiful lad whose face I held
And yet he still lives, eternally now
Face to face with Jesus, cheering us on
Luke, my Luke

You finished your race so quickly
My faith is now tested by fire
Can God really sooth my heart?
I believe; help my unbelief
Luke, my Luke

My Testimony

2005-05-16T18:25:00.000-07:00

What is my testimony? Is it the story of a life without Jesus, aimless, seeking truth until God’s Holy Spirit directed me to Berean Baptist Church in Eugene, Oregon 40 years ago?

Is it the incredible change in my life beginning with that moment of eternal salvation? The daily challenges which we “count all joy”? Or those emotionally charged experiences during a praise and worship service which somehow allows us to almost transcend this life to be with Jesus ever so briefly?

In Revelation 12:11, John says, “They overcome him by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony. . .”

Distilling it down--I would have to say that my testimony rests on two things which continually give me hope: God’s forgiveness (thank You Jesus) and the knowledge that nothing and no one is mightier than God. Just as with Job--not even satan may attack me without God’s permission.

Interactive Teaching Tools, or How To Desensitize Our Children

2005-05-15T06:43:00.000-07:00

Written June 2, 1999. Consider the increased violence and graphic reality since then.

Although I don’t spend much time watching Music Videos, I recognize their basic style as they unfold on the TV screen. A few nights ago, while reading and watching television, a commercial began, using the music video approach. Five young men, dressed in white suits, started singing in an industrial setting. I’m not sure what they were singing since I was interested in the contrast between them and the setting. I do remember the sound was similar to Boyz 2 Men.
Now the commercial has my full attention...something pleasant for a change. Not for long. From the left side of the screen comes a rider on a motocross bike who hits one of the singers in the back row, knocking him down. At first, the other singers look shocked, confused, sort of the deer in the headlights effect. By now, several young hoodlums (only not portrayed as hoodlums) have appeared riding skateboards, inline skates and bikes into and over the singers. They are dressed in the latest trendy rebellious attire so we understand they are members of the “in crowd”. Their goal, as we clearly see, is to attack, without provocation, the obviously (from the sponsors point of view) lame guys in the white suits.
As the commercial progresses, the young men in suits are running for their lives while the daring and skilled cool kids are smacking them with fists, elbows and running over them completely. Suddenly the actors become animation figures in a computer video game which tells us in a loud, throaty voice that this game has...“more hits, more punches, more great action” than its’ predecessor!
Are you surprised? Shocked? This game is considered mild compared to others in which the foes are decapitated, impaled, shot or stabbed by the interactive participant. All in vibrant color and stereophonic sound. If these were movies in which the audience does not participate, the effect would be dangerous enough. But these video games require intense concentration and active participation, stimulated by computer generated graphic wizardry and hypnotic sound effects. The players are the attackers, leaving a trail of death and destruction as they seek the “prize” which awaits those who have amassed a great enough body count.
Starting with MTV several years ago, those who market goods and services realized the incredible effect overstimulation has on the consumer. At first,videos began with a theme, gradually changing from image to image while the song was presented by your favorite singer. Then the video itself became the end product. “We need our video to be remembered”, the agents insisted, “which in turn will increase CD sales.” More money. It worked. MTV became famously successful while discarding all (or as many as possible) moral guidelines and societal mores. “We will change the world as it is known,” they asserted. They were absolutely correct.
With the advance of technology, music videos represented the forefront of computer manipulation while degrading and damaging society’s moral codes. The images themselves compel us to watch. No longer are we permitted the luxury of subtle image change, of following a visual story coinciding with the lyrics. Now we are stimulated and bombarded with countless images attacking our senses as the lyrics advocating a rebellious, self satisfying, sometimes violent, mostly erotic, lifestyle fill our homes and minds.
Contrary to popular opinion, there are no gray areas in life. There are no vacuums. If I decide to let the flower beds lie dormant, something will grow . . . weeds! Likewise, if I turn my back on potential problems affecting my family, weeds of lust, violence, pornography, hatred, prejudice, and disrespect, will grow.
G.I.G.O. These letters stand for an expression coined in the early days of computer programming: Garbage In, Garbage Out. Although not very poetic, this expression accurately reflects all of our lives. Each of us is a composite of all the choices we’ve made, families inwhich we were raised, movies we tend to watch, music we listen to, TV programs called our favorites and of course, the computer games we play. More privately, the internet sites which allow our fantasies to seem as reality. Garbage In, Garbage Out.
There is an absolute truth in life. There is help. We can change for the better. There is a way. “I am the way . . . the truth . . . the life.” Words spoken by Jesus in the Gospel of John, chapter 14, verse 6.

© David Nelson

Such Love Is Beyond Me

2005-04-08T18:37:00.000-07:00

My life was a shambles
And you called my name.
My future was dreary
And filled with shame.
Who cares what happens
It's all one big joke.
Then out of the blue
My name you spoke.
"Come child," I heard
Unmistakably clear.
"I love you so much
"And I want you near."
You showed me the holes
In your hands, side and feet.
I was aghast
As you held me so sweet.
Such love is beyond me
I cannot duplicate.
But as I beheld you
My fears did abate.
"Your heart was broken
"My peace was not there.
"But now My Holy Spirit
"You may freely share."
Truly He changed me
Made new rags from old.
And your life as well
In His hands he will hold.

On That Day

2005-03-24T19:17:00.000-08:00

All's Clear
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Then everyone will see the Son of Man arrive on the clouds with power and great glory. So when all these things begin to happen, stand straight and look up, for your salvation is near. Luke 22:27,28

Forgiveness

2005-03-24T19:12:00.000-08:00

Can I breathe?
Do I have hope?
Am I forgiven--
Not just for today,
But forever?
Am I a new creation?
Does my Heavenly Father
Forever hold me in His hands?

Then how can I withold
Forgiveness?
How can I clutch the
Embers of resentment?
Why do I look for the worst?
Why do I measure carefully
How others treat me?

Instead of, “Why Me”
Let me say, “Thank You.”
Instead of, “Not Fair”
Let me say, “Yet not my will,
But thine be done.”

A new day, fresh hope,
His mercy and grace
Flood my soul.
I call out, “Forgive me anew,”
And He replies,
“I will. . .as you do!”

Stepping Out

2005-03-22T20:47:00.000-08:00

It's been a couple of years now.
Time skips by too quickly.
We've been in our boats, waiting for Him.
Our arms are weary from paddling.
And then, we hear it, the still, small voice.
"Water, earth? What does it matter to me?
I formed it all together. Remember Peter?
We are partners, you and I.
Come on, it's not really water, that's just
what you call it. Step out of the boat.
Listen. Do you here them?
That's the rocks praising my name.
They got tired of waiting."

© DLeRoy

Nailed

2005-03-20T19:48:00.000-08:00

"MY sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought, my sin, not in part
but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more--Praise
the Lord, Praise the Lord oh my soul! Lord haste the day when my faith
shall be sight, the clouds be rolled back as a scroll. The trump shall
resound and the Lord shall descend, even so, it is well with my soul."
From the hymn, It Is Well With My Soul

Think of it, my sins nailed to the cross. Not like today's sloppy,
corner-cutting, slap-them-up-builders, but by God's majestic, mighty,
carefully crafted, eternal hand. Nailed to the cross and I bear it
(them) no more. NO MORE. Bring those unbelieving thoughts captive. We
are worthy--just as we are. Warts and all. But wait, as I believed,
those warts mysteriously blended into my skin. No longer visible.

"Be holy," He said. "Just as I am Holy. Feel my grip? I will never let
you go. No matter what it seems like to you. Reject those lying
thoughts. Come close. Snuggle. I am your Abba Father. It is personal.
I LOVE YOU. I am perfect, and now I've made you perfect. PERFECT."

Cupping my face tenderly in His hands, He reminded me, "This vaporous
life that remains but a moment, is but a blink in eternity. I've given
everything for you. For your eternal welfare. And now I want you to
give everything for me. Because, truly, we are forever bound together.
Remember how you helped your little children learn to trust in you?
That's what I want from you. Trust me. Bring all your fears, pain,
heartache, and unbelief to me. Lay them right here on this pile, the
one beside my cross. That's it. And now I want you to believe that
those burdens are mine, forever. The tears you see running down my
face were yours. The mystery of your broken heart saddens my pulsating
heart. I've taken all those sorrows and guilt. They are mine. Don't
ask for them back. I love you so much."

Extending His hand toward me, He said, "Here, touch the wounds, feel
the holes!" As my tears gushed forth, Jesus held me close and
whispered, "I did it for you. I did it once, such a horrible death,
but now you are free from all earth's bonds and sins." Now slipping
his arms over my shoulders, He said, "Come, lets walk through your
life together. And every care and worry and fear you feel--give them
to me when you pray. In return I will give you a peace so incredible,
so impossible that you simply can't understand it. But I promise you
it will be so."

Now firmly holding my shoulders, He looked squarely into my eyes, "You
are a new creation. All the old things have passed away. All things
are new." Turning away, He paused and turned back. "Now, I want you to
share this Good News, our love, with everyone. And one thing more,
just as I have forgiven you, it is EXTREMELY important that you extend
that same forgiveness to EVERYONE. The deserving and undeserving. If
you don't, our perfect relationship will be damaged. You'll understand
someday." He smiled and my body was filled with wholeness and peace.

©D LeRoy

Dying To Self

2005-03-15T06:00:00.000-08:00

We think we are willing and ready for the change God will bring in our lives as we totally surrender our selves to Him. Our confidence grows as the first few layers of self are stripped away because these surface issues remove relatively easily.

But then we resist, as Jesus requires further stripping and removal. “Can He actually love me when all of me is revealed,” we think. Will I love me?

In vain protest we call out to Him, Lord, you are stripping away who I am!

Gently, lovingly, Jesus replies, “Oh no. It is merely who you’ve become. Trust me. I will reveal who you are...a new creation.”

©David

The Minister and the Man

2005-03-09T16:16:00.000-08:00

A minister passing through his church
in the middle of the day,
Decided to pause by the altar
and see who had come to pray.

Just then the back door opened,
a man came down the aisle,
The minister frowned as he saw
the man hadn't shaved in a while.

His shirt was kinda shabby
and his coat was worn and frayed,
the man knelt, he bowed his head,
Then rose and walked away.

In the days that followed,
each noon time came this chap,
each time he knelt just for a moment,
A lunch pail in his lap.

Well, the minister's suspicions grew,
with robbery a main fear,
He decided to stop the man and ask him,
"What are you doing here?"

The old man said, he worked down the road.
Lunch was half an hour
Lunchtime was his prayer time,
For finding strength and power.

"I stay only moments, see,
because the factory is so far away;
as I kneel here talking to the Lord,
This is kinda what I say:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,
BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM
CHECKING IN TODAY."

The minister feeling foolish,
told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was welcome
To come and pray just anytime.

Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."
He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at the altar,
he'd never done it before.

His cold heart melted, warmed with love,
and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in his heart,
he repeated old Jim's prayer:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,
HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP
AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I
THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING IN TODAY."

Past noon one day, the minister noticed
that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed without Jim,
he began to worry some.

At the factory, he asked about him,
learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried,
But he'd given them a thrill.

The week that Jim was with them,
Brought changes in the ward.
His smiles, a joy contagious.
Changed people, were his reward.

The head nurse couldn't understand
why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
Not a visitor he had.

The minister stayed by his bed,
He voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show they cared.
He had nowhere to turn.

Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up
and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,
that in here all the while everyday at noon
He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down, takes my hand,
Leans over and says to me:

"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,
HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,
AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.

ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,
I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUS
CHECKING IN TODAY"

Author unknown

It’s Not What You Think

2005-03-07T18:32:00.000-08:00

The trial of the century, in truth the trial of all known history, was finally decided by the perfect politician who was, he would say, just fulfilling the will of the people.

It was obvious that this Italian judge was not comfortable with his decision, even though his choice was irrefutable, backed by the highest authority.

How he handled the sentencing seemed out of character for one accustomed to such things. They say he actually offered to release the man, calling upon an archaic festival law that allowed for such a thing.

The uproarious decrying of his suggestion by the rabid crowd left no doubt as to their feelings. Absolutely not. With eyes bulging, teeth bared and fists clenched as they poked holes in the air, they wanted, no demanded, to see him die. Him. No one else. The final end of their argument with him would see him dead. Or so they thought.

Hoping to find some excuse or reason to change the tide against him, the judge had him brought into his chambers. There must be a way to avoid this cruelty. His doubts might have been fortified when his wife warned him not to be involved in this case. She was vehemently opposed. She had a dream last night...this man is not who you think, she had said.

Wives. Sometimes they are impossible to figure out . What did he care about such a dream, he told her. After all, absolute authority to pass sentence on any man who came before him was his. And yet...that little voice deep inside cautioned him, warned him.

And now it was just the two of them. Surely he will beg for his life, he thought, and we can find a way out of this. But when they stood face to face, the judge knew this man was the most powerful person he had ever seen. He was absolutely unafraid with not even a hint of arrogance. Nor would he deny the charges.

He stood with those steely eyes piercing the judges heart and said he was a king from another world. Before the judge could respond, he finished his remarks by saying that everyone on the side of truth would listen to him.

Frustrated with himself and the man, the judge demanded to know...”What is truth?” But no answer came.

Saddened, the judge called for a bowl of water to wash his hands of the affair. He realized the death of this man was, indeed, inevitable.

Three days later, the judge known as Pilate, was shocked by reports of the empty tomb.

©David Nelson

Follow Me

2005-03-06T17:30:00.000-08:00

I find my human logic pulls me in an opposite direction Christ has prepared. He says, "Follow me." And I happily reply, "Thank you for the invitation, Lord. As soon as I sell my stuff, give my notice and write a few last minute letters to friends and missionary supporters, I'm there."
Then He stops, turns slightly toward me, His gaze penetrating my soul, and extends his tanned and calloused hand, "Follow Me!"
Now I get it. Right now. Tears flood my face but my Spirit soars as I take His hand. ©David Nelson

Fiery Clouds

2005-03-01T06:04:00.000-08:00

What began as an apparent fiery sunset, concluded as the single most devastating land fire recorded in the state. When the authorities finally allowed residents back to comb through the cinder piles of pungent, blackened remnants of former lives, the findings were predictable. There was one, almost surreal example of supernatural presence however. Under a charcoal bookcase, a personal Bible revealed a partially readable page: Psalm 97 The Lord reigns; let the earth rejoice; let the many islands be glad. Clouds and thick darkness surround Him; righteousness and justice are the foundation of His throne. Fire goes before Him, and burns up His adversaries round about. His lightnings lit up the world, the earth saw and trembled...

Hear My Plea

2005-02-27T19:11:00.000-08:00

Hear My Plea
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives. And we are eagerly waiting for Him to return as our Savior. He will take these weak mortal bodies of ours and change them into glorious bodies like His own, using the same mighty power that He will use to conquer everything, everywhere!
Phil. 3:21-21

The Greatest

2005-02-19T17:52:00.000-08:00

Captivated
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Jesus called a small child over to Him and put the child among them. Then He said, "Therefore, anyone who becomes as humble as this little child is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven. And anyone who welcomes a little child like this on my behalf is welcoming me.

Hear my prayer, O Lord!

2005-02-13T19:59:00.000-08:00

Romania_2
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

"Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me, bless His holy name...Who pardons all your iniquities; who heals all your diseases; who redeems your life from the pit; who crowns you with lovingkindness and compassion; who satisfies your years with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle. Psalm 103:1-5

Clarity

2005-02-13T19:46:00.000-08:00

Bullets ripped through the night, slamming into buildings, cars, and bodies. Bottles filled with gasoline set afire, streamed across the darkened sky, exploding on contact, bursting forth fingers of flame that licked up everything in sight. Hand grenades and automatic weapons added to the cacophony and body count. Death by dominance. Young men sent into eternity so older men can control their world. A world corrupted by hate, greed, and lust. A malevolent world growing ever stronger within the greatest, most powerful country in the world-The United States of America.

Hidden safely behind an overturned SUV, Ralph cradled his boyhood buddy, Alphonso securely in his massive arms. They both understood these were Alphonso’s last few moments on earth. Aside from various shrapnel wounds to both men, Alphonso’s hands were covered by a continual flow of life-ebbing blood, pumping out of two holes in his chest. Attempting to capture another breath forced yet more blood through ruptured tissue, muscle and arteries, out the man-made holes, unable to contain the fluid inside.

“Remember when we used to sneak smokes behind the church altar, Ralphy?” Alphonso said. “How we used to make fun of the priest and his God stuff? Oh, Jesus, this hurts so much.”

“Al, don’t talk. Just stay still. Somehow this will be ok. It’s gotta be.” Ralph let the tears flow freely. He sobbed for the first time in many years. Maybe forever!

“It’s ok, Ralphy. Really. I love you man. No matter what, you’ve always been my best friend. Even when you had to kick my ass sometimes-uhh, such pain and now I’m getting cold.” Ralph held him tighter giving his body heat to his best friend.

“Listen, I need to tell you about Jesus, Ralph. Cindy’s dad is a priest…no wait, a pastor, and he told me lots about Jesus loving us and the terrific beating he took so we could be saved. You know the crucifixes we’ve always seen all over the church? Well He really did die for us like that and I prayed with Cindy one night and asked God to forgive my sins.”

“What are you talking about Al? This is crazy. You’ve been Catholic all your life. What is this crap Cindy’s dad has been feeding you?”

“Ralphy, God is coming for me right now. In a few minutes I will be in heaven. I know it. Hey guess what, the pain is gone. Yeah. There’s no pain now.” Smiling now, Alphonso looked in Ralph’s eyes, “Promise me you’ll talk with Cindy’s dad about Jesus. Promise me, cause I’ll be watching from heaven real soon, buddy. Don’t make me come back!”

With blood soaked hands, Alphonso held Ralph's, gripping them tightly. “I love you Ralphy. And I’m gonna miss you.” He smiled as his soul slipped into eternity prepared to meet his creator. His Savior.

By
David Nelson

PRAYERS

2005-02-04T13:07:00.000-08:00

From Matthew 6:7-14, Jesus gives us a succinct, clear teaching on prayer: "When you pray, do not use a lot of meaningless words, as the pagans do, who think that their gods will hear them because their prayers are long. Do not be like them. Your Father already knows what you need before you ask Him. This, then, is how you should pray:

"Our Father in heaven: may your holy name be honored; may your kingdom come; may your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today the food we need. Forgive us the wrongs we have done, as we forgive the wrongs that others have done to us. Do not bring us to hard testing, but keep us safe from the Evil One.

"If you forgive others the wrongs they have done to you, your Father in heaven will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others, then your Father will not forgive the wrongs you have done."

Prayer is conversation with God. Flowery words or long, oratorical phrasing are unncessary. God speaks the language of our hearts. He hears our deepest, most secret thoughts. He knows and He wants to rescue us. In the Book of Romans (8:26-27), we find that God is so intent about hearing us and guiding us, He has given us the Holy Spirit to help in our prayers:
"In the same way, the Spirit also comes to help us, weak as we are. For we do not know how we ought to pray; the Spirit himself pleads with God for us in groans that words cannot express. And God, who sees into our hearts, knows what the thought of the Spirit is; because the Spirit pleads with God on behalf of His people and in accordance with His will."

So, don't worry about how you pray. God loves to prove Himself. He wants everyone to experience a close, personal relationship with His son Jesus.

I'm not sure how many lives this site will touch, but I do know that as we list our prayers here, God will know and answer. List your prayer requests here and then, when you have an answer, please list that as well. May I recommend you keep a notebook with prayer requests on one side and answers on the other. Include the dates too.

Father in Heaven, I ask that you bring many people to this site to make their requests known and see your mighty hand sweep across time and distance to bring answers, direction, comfort, and peace.

Big Top

2005-01-27T14:57:00.000-08:00

Big Top.Paso
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

These gigantic pachyderms lumber effortlessly along, hoisting huge metal supports into place; providing shade, comfort and safe haven for everyone coming beneath the outstretched span.

Majestic Sunrise

2005-01-24T05:16:00.000-08:00

Majestic Sunrise
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

Like a mysterious treasure hidden during the night, this sunrise floods our sky with a never before seen palette and pattern. My best friend and I were sharing coffee as the morning horizon broke forth in splendor. "Then the righteous will shine forth as the sun in the kingdom of their Father." Matthew 13:44

Success or Failure?

2005-01-13T13:52:00.000-08:00

What differentiates between success and failure? Is it accumulation of financial wealth as opposed to barely enough money to get by? Perhaps an envious career instead of a mundane, routine job? I think not. Success and failure are attributes each of us carries within; beliefs about ourselves.

Al Oerter, the only man to win four gold medals in four Olympic games was never the favorite in his event, the discus throw. But statisticians did not deter Al from success. On his next to last throw in the 1964 Olympics, held in Japan, Oerter tore all the major muscles from his rib cage. An excruciating, usually debilitating injury. Determined to make the last throw, Oerter directed the doctors to tape him up. Following his final throw, he could not even watch the discus sail to a new Olympic record because he was doubled over in intense pain.

In Rome, at the 1960 Olympics, during the marathon, another example of courage and success unfolded. As this is the final race, camera crews begin unplugging cords, breaking down tripods and slipping cameras into cases after the last runner has crossed the finish line. And so it was this time. The stadium lights were darkened and the crews began closing shop, until shouts from outside the stadium alerted a camera chief to send his crews to capture whatever they saw. They weren’t disappointed.

Without tripods, the cameramen focused intently on an incredible feat of endurance and determination. Walking, stumbling and jogging as he grimaced in pain, was the final competitor from Tanzania. During the race, he had fallen, hitting a curb and severely lacerating his knee. Blood poured from his wound. Rather than quit, he pulled off his jersey and made a compress bandage for his knee. Once secured, he set his sights for the finish line, over ten miles away.

As he entered the stadium for his final lap, the remaining crowd, rose to their feet as one, triumphantly cheering, crying and encouraging the dedicated, wounded runner, hobbling along with his blood-soaked knee. Their cheers were such he ignored his wound and literally ran the final lap.

Asked afterwards why he chose to finish with such a serious injury, he replied, “My country thought enough of me to send me to compete in the Olympics--so the least I could do was finish the race.” This man embodies success.

I once read in a book whose title has slipped into forgetfulness, “The difference between a failure and a success is--a success fails more often.”

©David Nelson

The Big Spin~Part 2. See part 1 below.

2005-01-10T19:40:00.000-08:00

“Owattafooliam. Heh, heh, heh. Ok Bill, here we go. Umph. Yes Lord. Yes Lord. Look at that thing spin. Say Bill, what are those deep red sections?”
“Those are Sheol.”
“And those black sections?,” the reverend asked, mopping his forehead.
“Well, reverend Jones, those are outer darkness! But according to your list of accomplishments, I think we should concentrate on the many golden sections.”
Click, click, click as the wheel slows to a stop.

“Whoa, Reverend Jones. Are you as shocked as I am? The wheel stopped at, Eternal Fire!”
“Now wait just a minute, Bill. Something is wrong here. My latest book, “Ten secrets to a Prosperous Prayer Life,” is still on the New York Times’ best seller list. Look here, I’ve got a copy of my famous Bible study, “Prophesy for Righteous Wealth.”

“Hold on, reverend. I’m getting instructions from the Final Authority in my earpiece. Yes Sir. Yes Sir. Amen. Praise Your Holy Name.
“Reverend Jones, I have a word from the King of Kings, the Lord Himself. I think you should have a seat.
“He says He never knew you or your name. They have looked carefully in the Lambs Book of Life and you are not there. He also says, and I quote, ‘When I was hungry you refused to feed Me, when I was thirsty, no water did you give; I was a stranger and you didn’t invite Me in; in prison and no visits from you; I was even naked but you couldn’t bother to help put clothes on Me.
“Depart from me into outer darkness and eternal fire.”

“Wait. Wait,” said Reverend Jones. “There must be a mistake. I’m a very spiritual man and I would recognize The Lord hungry or naked or thirsty. We have a sizable benevolence fund at the Church of the Ever Lovin’.”
“As it turns out, how we treat the most insignificant person is how we treat The Lord, reverend. All those poor, helpless, hungry, sick people He brought across your path you ignored. Your heart was never broken for them. Your heart was never changed by His forgiveness. He never knew you.”

The stage floor opened below Reverend Jones, who disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Wow. When that happens, I’m always surprised folks, how about you? And the sudden blast of heat up here is really intense, I can tell you.
“Ok. We’re ready for our next contestant. Please give a warm, oops. How about a hand for Ralph Jamison from Joliet, Illinois.

“So Ralph, how did you get to the Big Spin?”
“I have no idea, Bill. I’m not famous or especially lucky or anything. Say, is that sulfur I smell?”
“Oh, that will pass soon, Ralph. Well I do know how you got here, Mr. Jamison. And you’re right, it’s got nothing to do with fame or fortune, because it says on this report, you have exactly $12.50 in your bank account. That’s ok, Ralph, no need to blush or be embarrassed. Quite the contrary. God is very pleased with you. He says your love and generosity are well known among the heavenly realms.
“So step up to the Big Wheel and give ‘er a mighty spin Ralph. Let’s find out where your custom mansion will be.”

The Big Spin~Part 1

2005-01-06T17:14:00.000-08:00

"Welcome to The Big Spin. I'm Bill Angelus and tonight's prize is eternal life and your own mansion in heaven. In addition to that, you will live on streets of gold. As a bonus, you will never have to pay another electric bill because God Himself provides all the light you'll ever need in your new, custom designed mansion. Yes, that's right, custom designed through the most advanced telekenitic constructive process. You think it--it is!

"Of course, in the heavenlies, there's no need for those ubiquitous protective window bars that pervade our lives down here on planet earth. You heard me, no window bars, no alarm systems, no expensive automatic weapons with their attendant forms to fill out. Yes, if you are a winner tonight, The Heavenly Host Himself has sworn to protect and guide you forever. He is so serious about this promise, He's signed it in His own blood!

"Ok. Who's ready to spin The Big Wheel?

"Alright, our first contestant is the Rev. Spinnin' Jones, the famous televangelist, healer, slayer-in-the-spirit and senior pastor of the 100,000 member Church of The Ever Lovin'.

"So, how did you get to the Big Spin Reverend?"

"Praise God. Praise God. Well, I've done many good works, cast out demons by the bunch, sent promissory notes to the congregation and millions of folks in America; built a huge church and devised thousands of wonderful programs for folks just like you, Bill. Say, how'd you like to be slain in the Spirit? Heh, heh, heh. Don't worry Bill, just kiddin'.

"So you see, I've accomplished great and mighty things for God. I'm sure that's why I'm here to see what I get from The Big Spin. Kinda excitin'. Shecameonahonda. Sorry for the outburst in tongues, Bill. I'm just excited!"

"Well, Reverend, as you know, we have several categories on the wheel. And wherever the wheel stops determines your destination, or prize as we like to call it. So, ready or not--because you can't turn back now--give 'er a mighty spin Reverend.

Petal Magic

2005-01-02T21:48:00.000-08:00

Petal Magic
Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

New beginnings. Fresh start. Hope. Vision. Reward. Many of these thoughts race through our minds as we face the exciting prospect of a fresh new year. Unspoiled, as yet, by reality, mistakes, bad choices, disasters and pain. But wait a minute, bad choices, disasters, etc? The descriptions just laid out are part and parcel of new beginnings, fresh starts and life changes. Trials and challenges are unavoidable. As a matter of fact, they are the foundation of character building. We must have the firey furnace if we are to remove the dross!

One of the Biblical authors declares, "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."

Pure joy? Well, one step at a time, eh? But when I get weak and think of running from trials, or squashing them underfoot, I remember this verse, by the same author, "Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love Him."

I wish all readers a brand new life of peace and assurance as you trust in the Lord, the author of peace.

Labor Not In Vain

2004-12-28T06:54:00.000-08:00

I slept in late this morning, the day after Christmas. Being an early riser, obviously my body declared a day of rest. I was so shocked, I appended my glasses to double check. Yep. You’ve slept the morning away. My wife, who retires later than I, was still counting ZZZZs in the bedroom, so I slipped on my comfies, put the kettle on and decided to catch some of Meet the Press.
Aside from Dr. Phil dispensing well-formed advice to Russert’s questions, two outgoing U.S. Senators (Tom Daschle with 26 years and Don Nickels with 24 years) were in the queue. Senator Daschle was voted out, while Nickels retired.
Not fond of listening to rhetoric, especially professional politician’s brand, with tea in hand, I settled in to hear what men free of the constraints of reelection phobias and fears may have to say. Sadly, I was not surprised or enlightened. But what should I expect after one quarter century on the public dole? Doublespeak, non-offensive, positive spin, ambiguous phrases cloaked with the guise of concern is their stock in trade. Old habits die hard.
Neither of these senatorial icons took this time to thank their constituents for supporting them all these years. Perfectly coifed, resplendent with high dollar suits and ties, they talked instead of pondering their respective futures...after taking some time off. Senator Daschle said that he “was considering various opportunities,” still wanting to be involved in the issues of government. Hint, hint. Are there any lobbyists positions available? Big bucks there. After 26 years of practice, he should excel in the art of manipulating and maneuvering Congress. Taxpayers wheel of fortune?
Senator Nickels mentioned he wanted to start a business, hoping to make a difference in the world with what remains of his life. That certainly sounds more hopeful.
As I listened, giving the greatest benefit of the doubt, I heard professional speakers, gifted at circumnavigating the heart of every issue. They deftly and courageously fielded any and all questions Tim Russert threw their way--without answering or exposing an actual position. After all, formidable stands on issues could be used against them in the future, when their stand waffles or takes a 180 degree turn.
Both men casually and dramatically spoke of the problems with Social Security, the tax structure, and abortion. Without breaking stride or losing their controlled emotional grip, they asserted that they had indeed, been working diligently on these and other serious issues. Answers? None forthcoming.
“Congress, after all, is responsible for guiding this wonderful country, and we have to learn to give and take to solve these serious problems,” both senators said in their own way. Learn to give and take? How many years has the Social Security fund been raided? How many congressional committees have met to discuss this most serious issue? All the while building an incredible retirement nest egg that will not be hurt or damaged by such blunders.
On they talked, gravely sincere, politely smiling, or diplomatically concerned. These two men now step forward into a future financially blessed by their publicly paid super retirement, fortified by the thousands of political favors handed out over the last quarter century.
Meanwhile, Americans struggle to make ends meet, are charged usurious credit card interest rates, penalized by the IRS (who but our own government can charge interest and penalties on debts?) And who usually finds themselves in this position? Of course, the people who can least afford to pay such bills in the first place.
Well gentlemen, we tip our collective hats to you both. We are stymied as we consider all the powerful, life-changing, positive changes you’ve forged to the betterment of the common man (you know, the people who’ve never failed to pay your salaries and expenses for the past 25 years). But please forgive us, if we are a little in the dark as to exactly what it is you’ve accomplished to make our lives better. And just how often you solicited our opinions on these issues. Also, we’d all like to understand why you have allowed yourselves the luxury of raiding the Social Security fund, knowing full well the devastating future outcome. On and on our questions pile up.
As my pulse quickens, blood pressure rises dangerously, smoke emanates from each ear, I must remind myself that you are me, or we are you. If I had been in your place this last quarter century, I would probably be sitting at Meet The Press, spouting political rhetoric without a hint of conscience. Because we are all sinners, hopelessly chasing after our own enrichment, pleasure, and power. Left to our own devises, we will choose the same path, which, by the way, leads to destruction.
This morning, I read verse 58 from the Book of 1 Corinthians, chapter 15: “Therefore, my dear brothers, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the Lord’s work, knowing that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.”
Ruminating on this verse reminded me that our challenge does not come from external circumstances but from within. Imagine Congress filled with men and women like Billy Graham (mentioned only because most of us are familiar with him). Men and women who would fall to their knees, calling out to their creator for answers, willing to take a second seat to opponents, more interested in the common good than political party division.
Imagine men and women, filled with a desire to walk by God’s Spiritual guidance as outlined in Galatians chapter 6, verse 7: “Don’t be deceived: God is not mocked. For whatever a man sows he will also reap, because the one who sows to his flesh will reap corruption from the flesh, but the one who sows to the Spirit will reap eternal life from the Spirit.”
If this suggestion seems a bit confusing or preposterous to you, it’s because you’ve not called upon the name of the Lord to activate your spiritual life--and here’s how to take that step, as outlined in Romans chapter 10, verses 9, 10 and 13: If you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved. With the heart one believes, resulting in righteousness, and with the mouth one confesses, resulting in salvation. For everyone who calls upon the name of the Lord will be saved.”

David Nelson
December 2004

He is There

2004-12-24T13:48:00.000-08:00

Do not worry, because worry
cancels faith

Do not fear, because fear
cancels confidence

Do not doubt, because doubt
cancels assurance

Faith in God, the Creator of All,
dispels worry, fear and doubt;
because He has promised us
that He will never leave us
or forsake us.

But...when you do weaken,
and worry, or fear, or doubt
creep back in, He is there
with loving comfort and
assurance; reminding us to
Cast all our cares on Him.

©David Nelson 3/98

Santa Margarita Clouds

2004-12-19T10:28:00.000-08:00

Originally uploaded by D LeRoy.
I was driving along Hwy 101 in the early Spring when the sky was filled with these magnificent clouds. A rule I've learned (the hard way) about photographing natural beauty is--you'd better stop and take the pictures. It will never be exactly the same again!

The Special Holiday Eve

2004-12-19T08:30:00.000-08:00

Twas the night before that special holiday morn,
And all over this land,
Politically-correct banners didn’t offend,
They were just bland.

The malls were still open,
The shoppers wall to wall.
Plastic debt accruing,
Hoping emptiness to forestall.

Among the halls of Congress,
In judges chambers as well,
The criminalizing of Christmas
Has brought a death knell.

Each new generation remembers less
Happy holidays lets all say
No more uneasy nativity scenes
Get rid of the baby and hay.

But far above all the myopic din
Resides the eternal majesty,
His grief fills the realm
Oh such sin, a great travesty.

Through all the deception
The lies and debate,
The risen Savior
For each soul will wait.

My God is so patient
So eternally kind,
He’ll forgive us all evil
When his salvation we find.

So come my friends
Stand bravely in the breech,
Disdain political correctness
As the spirit anoints your speech.

Christmas heralds Christ
Our Savior, God’s son
The babe in a crude stall
Born to die for all...or just one.

David Nelson
December 2004

Awakening, Final

2004-12-18T18:22:00.000-08:00

If this is your first read, scroll down to find Part 1

In an instant, in the blink of an eye, four things happened simultaneously: 1. the noise electricity makes when it arcs between two objects (my hand and the metal cabinet); 2. a beautiful multicolored arc extended from my finger tip, around the inside of my thumb, terminating on the metal transformer box; 3. a loud explosion overhead announced two line fuses blowing; and 4. I was thrown backwards about ten feet.
For a brief instant following the tumult all activity ceased, perhaps even our breathing. Then a voice began barking orders (it was mine): put protective covers on the exposed receptacles, call 911, call headquarters, put tools away. With clarity came an evil thought forcing its way to the surface of my mind–“you’ve seen the safety movies, you know what’s going to happen to you. You are going to lose an arm, an organ, or worse.”
To reinforce these thoughts, I had no feeling in my right arm, from the elbow to my hand. Still sitting in the dirt trying to organize my thoughts, a woman from a nearby office appeared and asked if she could help.
“I need someone to pray for me,” I said. “I’m concerned that I will lose my finger.” By then feeling had gradually returned to my forearm, but my middle finger was numb, swollen and discolored. “Is there someone in your office who can pray for me?”
“I can,” she said kneeling beside me, and began silently praying.
“Would you mind praying out loud,” I said. “I would like to hear you.” She did.
When the paramedics arrived I was on my feet, talking with my partner. Confused by finding both men standing, apparently normal, they asked who had been electrocuted. Going into shock is a very subtle thing. I suppose it occurs in different ways. For me, I had decided everything was fine now. The excitement was over, we would be fine. Until the paramedic asked me to remove my boots and we saw black holes in each sock and in each foot...the electricity had also traveled through my body and exited my feet!
After a whirlwind series of tests and exams at the nearby E.R. they loaded me into an ambulance for the drive to the Valley Burn Center. That brings us up to date.
Life, it seems, is all about perspectives. You’ve heard that one man’s junk is another man’s treasure. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so on. Well, as it turns out, my life-changing encounter with 12,500 volts was a ho hum, routine, disappointment to the amped up, adrenaline charged Burn Center doctor. As my EMTs shoved open the doors and raced my gurney toward the ER, a young doctor emerged, rapidly walking towards us. Quizzically he asked, “Is this the burn victim?” Major contact with electricity is referred to as a burn.
“Check his feet,” an EMT responded.
“Is that all?” he added shrugging off the quarter and nickle-sized black holes in my feet.
Feeling like a fraud, I said, “Sorry.”
Pushing through the ER doors, we crossed into another world. Never in my life have I felt so confident, so assured that I was in the best possible hands. The room was full of energized doctors, nurses and technicians who leaped to their jobs with machinelike efficiency. Drawing blood (how many quarts can I give?), checking my pulse, my temperature, attending the wounds in my feet, thoroughly inspecting my body for electrical damage, checking the catheter, “Hey, this thing’s leaking.”
Within minutes, an attendant was propelling me down a hallway into the ICU. From the gurney, several nurses deftly moved me onto the bed, and set about attaching all manner of little suction cups to my body. As they all left me to drift off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think that the full extent of my injuries was yet to be revealed.
After a full week of monitors and tests, much to the doctor’s amazement, I was completely fit, including textbook heart rhythm. Aside from the obvious inconveniences associated with five days in intensive care, I found this to be a time of reflection and assessment.
Near the end of my stay, I was visited by the doctor who said, “We have no explanation for it, but you are fully whole and healthy. Aside from the holes in your feet, we can find no other injury or damage. As you probably know, this should not be the case. We are going to keep you a couple of days in the general ward and barring unforeseen circumstances, you will be released.”
“Doctor, I know why there’s no damage, but I don’t think you will agree."
“And,” he said.
“God has chosen to intervene on my behalf. He has protected me from what should have happened. I have no idea why he blessed me so, but I know He did. After all, you said it yourself, there is no explanation.”
Without reply, he looked into my eyes for a few seconds. Then shrugging his shoulders said, “I don’t know. But I wish you well. And please, be careful.”
There have never been any physical repercussions from that amazing incident. The reason? I believe, as I said to the doctor, God intervened because He had plans for me that were yet unfulfilled.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for calamity to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and come and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.” Jeremiah 29
Along the path of our life are markers or milestones–events of joy or trauma or death which, if we’re fortunate, create a pause in the daily grind we call life. An awakening of spirit, a resurgence of hope and perhaps renewed commitment. A fine tuning of our perspectives...if we take time to see it.

Awakening, Part 2

2004-12-10T20:00:00.000-08:00

My job title was Journeyman Lineman, working with live power lines, both overhead and underground. A job I had been doing for 10 years, in two states. A job I loved. Especially during emergency situations after a storm hit. We became heroes to the rescue, repairing the damage and restoring power to the people of our city. The adrenaline kept us going and customers appreciation warmed our hearts.
On the day of the accident, I was the leader of our two man crew and we were installing underground cable from a new transformer pedestal, with no power, into an existing transformer pedestal that was “hot” (already energized with 12,500 volts of electricity).
Each pedestal is a metal box about five feet square, sitting on a concrete pad. The cables run underground in conduit and come into the pedestal where they are “plugged in” to outlets on the transformers. The energized transformer had four outlets, two with cables in place and two with protective covers, called elbows.
My partner was working at the energized transformer, preparing the new cable ends for connection, when he called to me across the lot, “Hey. Come here. Something is wrong. I hear a buzzing noise when I put the cable near the outlet!”
Have you ever wondered why a person did something really stupid? As you read about what they did, or hear it explained, you find yourself at a loss as to why? Well, I now have more understanding and empathy for such people. . .because I am one.
If you are reading this story and you have experience with live voltage, you are not anxious to continue reading, because you understand the danger and potentially destructive force that usually results from contact with energized equipment.
As I approached my lineman, I noticed he had removed the protective elbows from the “hot” outlets and had the new cable, which has a bare wire wrapping, pulled up within inches of the “hot” outlet.
“Listen,” he said, as he layed the copper-clad wire inches from the exposed outlet. “It’s humming. What’s wrong?”
I still cringe when I remember that moment. Do you doubt the existence of a God who can rescue us from our own lethal mistakes?
My reaction was without emotion or understanding...as though I didn’t understand how dangerous and possibly fatal this scene was. What I should have said was, “Get that cable away from the energized outlets! We need to put the elbows back on the outlets.” I should have recognized the immediate danger. Instead, I walked up to the transformer and extended my right hand toward the rubber insulated coating which surrounds the inner metal energized receptacle.
As I touched the base of the rubber coating, I felt the power vibrating along my finger...still no reaction, no awareness of what I was about to do. As my finger trailed along the outer edge, scant centimeters from actual contact, I seemed unaware of the peril about to happen, until my finger reached the front of the outlet.