Gray

Today was gray! Dull! Lifeless! Lacking vitality! The kind of day when you’d rather sleep than be outside…or look outside.

A suicide sky! No trace of the sun! Nothing! Just a wet, muddy, chilled-to-the-bone, damp existence!

How does anyone rise about this soupy, insipid stuff? A cold porridge kind of day. Imagine 365 days of this. I can’t.

Hope reigns supreme on these days. Hope that the sun will peak through…maybe tomorrow. Perhaps a bird will grace us with a song. Maybe a crocus will crack through the traces of snow and declare that spring actually IS here.

Life without hope must be unbearable. But we do have hope! Our tomorrows may not always be bathed in sunlight but the Son has arisen in our hearts and He can dispel the gray.

Hurray!

True, Genuine Scribbling

Note from the Pilgrim: If you are having trouble reading my scribblings, click on this image and it will enlarge. You may even notice my spelling mistake on the word "scribbling". Imagine! We are so grateful that the boys are safe! We were scared for awhile as you can imagine. ~ David

Shadow of the Almighty

This rich classic edition of Elisabeth Elliot's SHADOW OF THE ALMIGHTY, published by Hendrickson in their Hendrickson Classic Biography series won't be available until later this spring but you can still find earlier editions.

What challenging reading for those who aren't satisfied with the status quo of daily living!

The author's husband, Jim Elliot, about whom the book was written is perhaps best remembered for the following quote:

"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain that which he cannot lose."

Are you resting in the shadow of the Almighty?

Muller's Good Start

George Muller read through the Bible over 100 times in his lifetime. No wonder his relationship with his God was so intimate!

He once stated, "I look upon it as a lost day when I have not had a good time over the Word of God. I have always made it a rule never to begin work until I have had a good season with God and His Word. The blessing I have received has been wonderful."

Therein lies much of the "secret" of Muller's success. He was in touch with the Provider!

George Muller

Yesterday I picked up a copy of the latest edition of George Muller of Bristol, a classic biography of the Father of Orphans, penned by Arthur T. Pierson. This clothbound volume includes a generous Appendix at the conclusion of the book and I highly recommend it. It is published by Hendrickson and can be ordered through your local Christian bookstore.

Even though I have two earlier editions of this comprehensive account of Muller's life, this latest edition is a welcome addition to my collection. The price is right, too, for a hardcover book - only $17.95 U.S. or $19.95 Cdn.

ENJOY!

Weary Today?

Are you discouraged today! Do you feel like giving up? Does a cloud of dread blanket you? Does the future look ominous?

Fall back into the arms of the All-Sufficient One! He understands and He cares.

Trust Him today with your burden!

Clear Crystal Of Praise

The following quote appears on my friend Ann Voskamp's blog, Holy Experience. A great way to begin your day. Try it!

“Before you go out into the world, wash your face in the clear crystal of praise. Bury each yesterday in the fine linen and spices of thankfulness." - Charles Haddon Spurgeon

I Know Where I'm Going!

The following article appeared in our local newspaper the day after my Uncle Bill's funeral. I had the honour of reading the scriptures and being a pallbearer.

Our lives will never be the same as a result of Uncle Bill's entrepreneurial spirit. He launched a business that has been a world leader in precision zinc die casting. He and his siblings have left a legacy for our generation to carry on.

Thank you for a life well lived, Uncle Bill!

Here's that article:

A man who loved his family, his work and solving complex problems, William (Bill) Frederick Fisher was above everything else a man of God and a student of God's word, his friends and family heard yesterday at his funeral.

Mr. Fisher, 90, an innovator and generous businessman, died a week ago today.

The founder of FisherCast Global, originally known as Fisher Gauge, was remembered yesterday at Murray Street Baptist Church, surrounded by friends, families and former employees.

Canadian tenor Michael Burgess, a friend of the family, gave several moving performances including "Bless This House."

Mr. Fisher's nephew Jim Fisher described to mourners his uncle's business legacy while his youngest daughter Jane Ulrich shed light on the man he was at home.

It's difficult to summarize all of Mr. Fisher's accomplishments, Jim said.

"(But) everyone, whether they know it or not, has been impacted every day by something Bill Fisher and FisherCast has had a hand in," he said.

Mr. Fisher had "no long list of degrees" before he apprenticed at General Electric. But he had parents who encouraged his dreams and to "trust in the Lord and don't be afraid to take some chances," Jim said.

Mr. Fisher founded Fisher Gauge on June 22, 1942.

He was 25 and went on to develop new and better ways of assembling components using molten die casting technology and also invented injected metal assembly in 1942 now used worldwide for the joining of complex components and the termination of cable.

The business eventually turned into an international company with plants in Canada and the United Kingdom, and previously a plant in Watertown, N.Y. that closed in 2003.

Although Mr. Fisher was always president and CEO, until 10 years ago, he was happiest being chief engineer, Jim said.

For Jane Ulrich, her father was an "incredible person" who loved that he could walk out his back door 30 metres and into his shop.

Mr. Fisher would get up in the middle of the night to work on a new idea that was running through his head, she said.

In his sermon, Rev. Ray Hendriks said Mr. Fisher deserved every one of the accolades he has received but his relationship with God drove everything that he did.

Hendriks visited Mr. Fisher on Palm Sunday, before his death, and was greeted with an enthusiastic "good morning."

It was quiet for a few moments, but then Mr. Fisher spoke.

"I was in Jerusalem, I walked through those gates ... I went to where Christ is crucified and I know where I am going'," Hendriks recalled Mr. Fisher saying.

"And then he pointed his finger upward."

Mr. Fisher is survived by his wife Shirley, children Paul, Doug, Susanne and Jane and a sister Eileen.

He was buried at Little Lake Cemetery.

Why Doesn't God Destroy Evil?

Have you ever wondered or been asked why God doesn't destroy evil? Here are some thoughts to ponder that a friend sent me:

"Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine." 1 Chronicles 29:11

Have you ever wondered why God doesn't obliterate the devil and eradicate all sin?

If God destroyed evil, God would destroy every opportunity of choice. And if God were to destroy every opportunity for choice, then God would destroy every opportunity for love. Therefore, God would destroy the highest good. For God to destroy evil would be evil. God doesn't destroy evil; instead God defeats evil.

How? Through Calvary and the resurrection. God turns every hurt into a hallelujah. Every defeat into victory! What do you think? Let me know. Leave a comment!

I Have A Dollar

The following thoughts appeared on David Jeremiah's TURNING POINT online devotional today. Something to think about:

So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity; for God loves a cheerful giver. - 2 Corinthians 9:7

A Sunday school teacher asked her eight eager ten-year-olds if they would give $1,000,000 to the missionaries. "YES!" they all screamed. "Would you give $1,000?" Again they shouted, "YES!" "How about $100?" "Oh, YES, we would!" they all agreed. "Would you give just a dollar to the missionaries?" she asked. The boys exclaimed "YES!" just as before, except for Johnnie. "Johnnie," the teacher said as she noticed the boy clutching his pocket, "why didn't you say ‘YES' this time?" "Well," he stammered, "I HAVE a dollar." *

Sometimes it is easier to think about what we would give away if we had it rather than parting with whatever it is we possess. God doesn't ask us to give only if we have money or particular abilities; He asks us to give whatever we have with a willing heart.

If you feel you don't have enough time to serve God, money to support God's work, or talent to glorify God, ask Him to reveal to you what unique gift you can give because we all have something to share; and whatever you give, give it with joy.

Whatsoever I thankfully receive as a token of God's love to me, I part with contentedly as a token of my love to Him.- Theophilus Gale

Be Widely Read

Each day I receive an e-mail devotional written by A. W. Tozer, a voice from the past that always challenges me. Here's today's: Be diligent to present yourself approved to God, a worker who does not need to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. - 2 Timothy 2:15

All else being equal it is desirable that Christians, especially ministers of the gospel, should be widely read. It is a disagreeable experience to present oneself before a teacher for religious instruction and discover in less than three minutes that the said teacher should have changed places with his listeners and learned from them rather than they from him. If he is a humble man and sticks close to the small plot of ground with which he is familiar, he may, if he loves God and men, succeed in ministering to the spiritual needs of his flock. If, however, his ignorance is exceeded by his arrogance, then God help his hearers. If he boasts of his ignorance and scorns learning, show me the nearest exit! I can learn more from a child laughing on the lawn or a cloud passing overhead. taken from The Size of the Soul, 28-29.

"Lord, I'll never be able to keep up in knowledge of every field from which my hearers come. But as someone once wrote, 'I'm trying to be a specialist in relationships with God.'* Help me at least to be well read and humbly authoritative in my speciality! Amen." *Fred Smith, "Dissecting Sense From Nonsense," Leadership, Winter 1980, p. 107.

Top 10 Spiritual Encounters

I trust you had a blessed Easter, dear friends! Lately I've been recalling some of the most significant spiritual encounters of my 62 plus years. The following events come to mind and I have listed them in no particular order. My encounter with Christ when I first trusted Him and was saved is listed at the top but the rest are mentioned randomly.

1. The Sunday morning, April 6th, 1952, when I trusted Christ as my Savior as a 6-year-old and was born-again from above.
2. Seeing the buildings in Bristol, England where George Muller ministered to and provided for thousands of orphans in his lifetime.
3. Hearing the late James Montgomery Boice preach in Tenth Presbyterian Church in Philadelphia. I don't think I've listened to a more powerful orator who knew and loved God.
4. Traveling by train to a Billy Graham Crusade in Toronto in the 50's as a young boy.
5. Singing Make Me a Blessing in the V. Raymond Edman chapel at Wheaton College while attending a Missions Conference for young people in the 60's.
6. Listening to J. Sidlow Baxter preach and play the piano in the same service at The Peoples Church in Toronto.
7. Leading Elsie Knott, Canada's first female Indian chief, to faith in Christ in my Christian bookstore.
8. Conducting Good Friday and Easter Sunday chapel services for the Toronto Blue Jays and Kansas City Royals about 10 years ago and sensing the power of God in a remarkable way.
9. Meeting Julius Erving, then playing basketball for the Philadelphia 76ers, after sending him numerous letters of encouragement over the years. Dr. J. knew who I was immediately and told me of the profound effect those "epistles" had had on his life.
10. Visiting the Summer House in Olney, England (pictured) where the prolific poet and songwriter William Cowper penned many of his powerful hymns. Cowper battled depression constantly and found refuge with John Newton in this "Summer House".

There are many more events which impacted me powerfully but these are a few that come to mind. It's always good to rehearse the great things which the Lord has done. Now let me know what some of your most memorable events were! THANK YOU!

Events of Easter

Over two thousand years ago God moved in a powerful way as His Son burst forth from a borrowed tomb just like He promised.

The events of that Easter morning were many but here are a few things that transpired:

Day dawned
Earth quaked
Stone rolled
Guards feared
Jesus resurrected
Women searched
Angel announced
Jesus comforted
Priests schemed
Redemption completed
Satan defeated
Prophecy fulfilled
Promise realized
Death vanquished
Sting removed
Disciples worshiped
Heaven opened...

And today, two millenia later,
Christian rejoiced because...
JESUS IS RISEN

He Is Risen

As I left work this morning at 7:00 a.m. the sun was bursting into view on the eastern horizon prompting these words as the Son arose in my heart:

Jesus is risen, the angels announced it,
Jesus is risen, He's no longer dead;
Jesus is risen, redemption completed,
Jesus is risen, the glad tidings spread!

Jesus is risen, death has been conquered,
Jesus is risen, our soon-coming King;
Jesus is risen, new life He has given,
Jesus is risen, His praises now sing!

Dear friends...we serve a risen Savior! He is alive for evermore!

HALLELUJAH!

Words Are Sometimes Unnecessary

Reflections on "Good" Friday

GOOD FRIDAY

How could a day so dark and gruesome
Ever be described as “good”?
When the sinless, spotless Jesus
Gave His all, His life, His blood.

But, ah, the “good” accrued to sinners
We, ourselves, deserved to die;
But the blood of His atonement
Rent the veil and brought us nigh.

Now we stand, redeemed, forgiven,
Ransomed, justified and free;
Guaranteed a place in heaven
With the King eternally.

All the “good” that we could muster
Never could our sin debt pay;
But by trusting in His merit
We have LIFE this “Good Friday”.

~ David W. Fisher, March 21st, 2008

Tough Break

My friend, former Peterborough Pete Kurtis Foster, suffered a season-ending leg injury last night while playing for the Minnesota Wild. Please pray for a speedy recover for Kurtis who makes his home in Peterborough in the off-season. The following account appeared in a Minneapolis newspaper today:

(Minnesota) Wild defenseman Kurtis Foster had season-ending surgery at a San Jose hospital this morning after breaking his left leg during the second period of the Wild's 4-3 shootout loss to the Sharks.

Foster suffered a displaced fracture in his left femur and was going to have a steel rod inserted to stabilize the leg, director of hockey operations Chris Snow said Wednesday night. A Wild spokesman confirmed the surgery took place this morning.

It's a devastating injury for the 26-year-old, third-year Wild blue-liner who had just started picking up big minutes and playing solid hockey.

"I thought he was playing great," coach Jacques Lemaire said. "He was playing his best hockey. It's a big loss."

Uncle Bill Passes Away

Yesterday I heard that my Uncle Bill was close to death and rushed over to the Palliative Care unit at our local hospital. He had been transferred there from the Peterborough Regional Health Centre a week ago. While I was in his room Uncle Bill breathed his last and was ushered into the presence of the Lord. My Aunt Shirley and their four children Paul, Doug, Susanne and Jane were all present. The following article appeared in today's edition of our local newspaper, The Peterborough Examiner. Click here.

Visitation will be Monday, March 24th at Comstock's Funeral Home in Peterborough from 2-4 and 7-9. The funeral will be held on Tuesday, March 25th at Murray Street Baptist Church in Peterborough at 1:30 p.m.

Please pray for Aunt Shirley, her children, their spouses and the grandchildren as they grieve the loss of a wonderful man!

The only sibling still surviving is my Aunt Eileen. Uncle Frank died suddenly from a wasp's sting back in 1961. My dad, Chester, passed away in 1992. Another sister, Jessie, died when she was only 6 months old.

THANKS FOR YOUR PRAYERS!

David

The High Calling of God

“The reality of exorbitant salaries, high class lifestyles and worldly ideologies does not negate or reduce God’s passionate quest to reach the professional athlete for Himself. If God has irrevocably called us to minister to this people group, we must not forsake His mandate regardless of their elevated position in life. They need to experience God’s redemptive grace no less than the homeless child in a far-off land. We must tell them of the Father’s amazing love as revealed through His Son, Jesus Christ.” – David W. Fisher/Founder/Epistle Sports Ministries

Anthem of Praise

One of the most powerful worship experiences I have ever been part of was during a service at the Brooklyn Tabernacle in New York City. I've had the distinct privilege of being there both for a Sunday evening service and for the Tuesday night prayer meeting. Pastor Jim Cymbala has often stated that the Tuesday evening service throbs with the heartbeat of the church.

The presence of God was so rich and sweet! On this Easter week why not listen to the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir as they triumphantly sing The Lamb Has Overcome. You will be moved! Believe me!

https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=794781414418686

Write On

God called me to a "ministry of letters" over 30 years ago. Letters of encouragement are sent out on almost a daily basis. Over the years I have been the grateful recipient of many notes of encouragement and I understand the impact they can have. How many times have the clouds of doubt and uncertainty been lifted when you've been reminded of God's faithfulness by a caring friend?

Often we wonder (in times of self-doubt) if these "epistles" are really making any difference in the lives of those who receive them. Then we get an unexpected phone call from a dear lady who is battling cancer and she assures us that the card she received was timely and much appreciated.

So, friends, if you have been called to put pen to paper and encourage others in this fashion - Write On! Your labour is NOT in vain...in the Lord." - 1 Corinthians 15:58

A Reminder

This picture of my mother and father figures prominently in my office. Each day I'm reminded of the godly heritage which mom and dad have passed on to me. Dad has been "home" with the Lord since 1992 but mom continues to serve the Lord in her unique and powerful way.

I'm grateful that they taught me well and my prayer is that I would be able to replicate, in some small way, the heritage that they have passed along.

Sens Staaled

The Senators trip to Raleigh, NC and their quest to regain 1st place in their conference was Staaled by Eric and the Hurricanes on Sunday afternoon.

I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Sens fan (have I ever mentioned Mike Fisher?) but I also like Eric Staal so when he garnered 3 assists in the 'Canes 5-1 win over the Sens, it took away some of the sting.

Eric is having an excellent season and has done extremely well in the last few games.

GO SENS GO!

Nice Comeback Bud

After an embarrassing 11-0 loss to Harvard last night, the Quinnipiac Bobcats came back to defeat the Crimson 7-4 in convincing fashion tonight.

My nephew Bud Fisher was in goal for the 1st 5 goals last night and was pulled. We felt bad for Bud as I'm sure he must have been in shock. Tonight he turned the tables on Harvard.

Here's what the Bobcats' website had to say. You'll note the typo near the end. Bud certainly is no "she". Way to go Minnow!

Here's that story:

"Bud Fisher (Peterborough, Ont.) stopped 41 shots in goal, including an incredible 21 saves in the third period, to help Quinnipiac to their first win at the Bright Hockey Center all-time, snapping an 0-4 stretch dating back to 2005. Fisher’s save total is his highest of the year, and second most career saves since she stopped 43 against Robert Morris in 2006."

A Son's Lament

My friend Greg Asimakoupoulos of Rhymes and Reasons has penned the following poem as he awaits his father's homecall. Those of us who have lost a father/dad can relate. Father, give Greg Your peace and an uncanny sense of Your abiding presence in the days ahead. AMEN.

Greg writes:

Today's my father's last birthday
before he passes on.
The cancer's traveled through his bones.
I know he'll soon be gone.

His face is gaunt. His body's frail.
Yet in his tired eyes
I still can see a gleam of hope
his shriveled frame denies.

He doesn't want a piece of cake.
He has no need for gifts.
Our presence is what he wants most.
That's what gives him a lift.

Surrounded by the ones he loves,
my dad flashes a smile.
That boyish grin I've cherished
sinceI was a chubby child.

He smiled when I learned to walk.
When I first rode a bike.
He beamed with pride to see me preach
behind a pulpit mike.

He smiled at my firstborn's birth.
He grinned when I went gray.
His knowing smile eased the pain
When our pet passed passed away.

Today he's 82 years old.
The age at which he'll die.
The thought of it knots up my gut.
I breathe a heavy sigh.

I also breathe a whispered prayer
of gratitude and praise.
My father's impact on my life
will last beyond his days.

~ Greg Asimakoupoulos

No "Ordinary" Pastor

When Tim Challies recommends a book I take notice. Check out his review here. Having benefited from D. A. Carson's published theological works I knew I would enjoy the new release he wrote about his father, Tom Carson. While in the U. S. this week I picked up a copy of "Memoirs of an Ordinary Pastor".

I'm only partway through the book but I haven't been disappointed. Knowing a little of the historical, religious climate in the province of Quebec I found I couldn't put the book down. Rev. Tom Carson may not be well known in conservative, evangelical circles in the United States or even here in Canada but he made an impact in the darkened province of Quebec that will not be forgotten.

He certainly was no "ordinary" pastor in the Father's eyes. He pastored his flock (His flock) with skillful hands and integrity of heart and has already heard the Master's "well done, good and faithful servant".

I'm looking forward to finishing this excellent book! Thanks for the "heads up" Tim!

Mother's House

On Saturday evening I returned from my sojourn in Florida. Our road out in Cavan was impassable so I stayed at mom's house in Peterborough. This is the homestead I grew up in. My memories of 167 Maria Street are fond ones. Mom's boarder and my friend Paul Mackay took this photo looking north from her place. What an incredible shot! Will this winter ever end?

Check out Paul's ramblings here!

Stranded

Miscellaneous Musings by a Stranded Pilgrim…

I’m sitting here in Tampa International Airport waiting for a flight back to Toronto that keeps being delayed.

Originally I was scheduled to fly to Philadelphia at 7:40 this morning, wait there for several hours and then continue on to Toronto.

The weather in Toronto is treacherous and I’ll be taking the Coach Canada shuttle back home to Cavan.

This brief escape to the South has only served to verify many of my strongly held assertions.

For example:

1. The hassles of international travel only intensify with each passing year.

2. Looking forward to being away is always more exciting than the actual reality. I begin to miss my family before I even leave home.

3. Living on the edge financially and traveling without a monetary “cushion” is nerve wracking to the extreme.

4. So-called “ministry” that I come to carry on is defined differently by everyone involved. To me it amounts to “hanging out”, waiting, hoping and trusting that “some” of what I hoped to accomplish will be realized. To others it means three meals a day with different athletes, meaningful dialogue with countless ballplayers/hockey players and glorious accounts of spiritual transformation. That just does not happen.

5. Others visualize visits to the beach, getting a tan, forgetting the daily issues that we deal with and having a “holiday”. “What is a vacation?”, I ask.

So, having said all that, the trip was meaningful for three reasons. These alone validate the time spent and the separation from family and friends.

Here are those significant achievements:

1. I was able to visit with Tom and Caren Tucker and their daughter Mollie. Tom served with me in the Baseball Chapel ministry for years and the Tucker family extended love, support and hospitality to me every spring while I “suffered for Jesus” down in Florida. Tom and Caren’s married daughter Jessica has faced many medical challenges over the past year and it was good to come along the Tuckers and be there for them.

2. My visit with David Shantz, a hockey player with the Florida Everblades, was a blessing to both of us it seems. David played Junior hockey for the Peterborough Petes for one season and we forged a strong friendship. David is a young man, separated from his parents and siblings and gets awfully lonely playing hockey in Southern Florida. It was good for us just to sit and talk at the restaurant. We arrived around noon and sat there until after 6:00 p.m. talking. What a great visit!

3. Maintaining the friendship with the Toronto Blue Jays’ field manager, John Gibbons, is very important to me. We sat in his office and chatted. We met years ago when John played in the big leagues and it was good to see John again. He encouraged me not to be a stranger at the ballpark in Toronto this season.

So, as I wrap up my scribblings I’m satisfied that I accomplished a lot during this short trip. It will be good to be home again though…in spite of the wild and wintry conditions that await me. God is good and He will accomplish that which He pleases…in and through me. That’s a difficult concept for me to grasp at times though.

~ David, the Pilgrim

Homesick?

For incredible depictions of God's creative power and an old song, Beulah Land, by Squire Parsons, check out this link.

Are you getting homesick?

Pilgrim Post # 1500

Well, fellow pilgrims, it's time to post #1500. After almost 3 1/2 years of these Pilgrim Scribblings we have reached 1500 posts and we thank God for the opportunity to write using this medium.

I trust that you have been encouraged along the way. The road is often rough as we make our pilgrimage home but the Great Shepherd of the Sheep walks with us each step of the way.

It's 6:00 a.m. on Saturday, March 8th and my flight home from Florida has been cancelled. I was to have flown from Tampa to Philadelphia at 7:40 a.m., wait several hours and then take another flight to Toronto. The severe weather in much of the U.S. and Canada is playing havoc with flights and travel.

The customer service rep at Air Canada apologized and said, "we'll have to put you on a direct flight to Toronto at 1:45 p.m." She didn't need to apologize! I can go back to bed for awhile, enjoy a "normal" breakfast, take my time getting to the airport and avoid the long layover in the "City of Brotherly Love". I didn't need to have the rental car back until 2:30 anyways. This is GOOD NEWS. Ultimately my "new" flight arrives in Toronto only an hour after my originally scheduled one.

Time to get some more sleep. Have a great day and drive carefully if you have to go out into the snow and rain.

Much love in Christ,

David, the Pilgrim

Mercy Me

Mercy Me is the name of a contemporary Christian worship band. Usually I'm old-fashioned in my musical tastes but I like a lot of their work.

The words Mercy Me took on a whole new meaning a few minutes ago. Traveling south on Hwy. 19 here in Florida I thought I was "going with the flow" of traffic but a Sheriff's cruiser pulled up behind me with his lights flashing. I pulled into the right lane, thinking he wanted to pass me. No such chance! He pulled me over.

After giving him my driver's license and rental car agreement I waited for what seemed like an eternity for the policeman to come back, quietly praying that he would have mercy on this pilgrim from Canada. Finally he approached my car with the "ticket". He told me that he didn't want to spoil the last day of my trip with a $210.50 fine and handed me the "warning citation", not a ticket. Whew! Was I relieved!

The officer showed mercy when I didn't deserve it. I WAS speeding even though I didn't realize it at the time. The penalty should have been meted out but mercy was extended instead. You know where I'm going with this don't you.

We all deserved to be punished for our sins "but God who is rich in mercy" stepped in through His Son and declared us righteous and justified...in Him.

God showed mercy! The officer was merciful. I'm grateful! Now - how can I extend mercy to someone else today?

Something to think about...

Two Reasons To Rejoice

Sitting here in the airport in Philadelphia I'm hearing Hillary Clinton speaking on TV. Let me make this clear...I'm NOT watching her...just overhearing her. I'd move to another location but I'd hear her there too.

Two Reasons to Rejoice? Acutally there are many, many more than two. Here are two that came to mind:

1. God is sovereign and He is on the throne!

2. Hillary isn't sovereign, she is fallible and she is NOT the President of the United States. She's in the battle of her life and seems to be losing.

More later...