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Reflecting On Christmas

Since Christmas has passed and a new year is on the horizon, let us not forget the significance of Christmas that just passed. Yes, we celebrate Christmas December 25, but it is something more than a seasonal holiday. Christmas is not just a historical and magnificent event, but it is a life changing (or it should be) incident not to be celebrated only, but lived out throughout the year. I do not mean the presents, tree, and tinsel. What I am suggesting is the impact of Christmas upon our lives. I can best illustrate my point by telling a story I heard many years ago.

It was a dark and dreary night. It had rained all day, and the clouds rolling in were turning black. It was getting late and bedtime for a little 5-year-old girl. Mom and dad sat down beside her bed as they prayed. When they finished, dad pulled the covers over her, tucked her in, and they gave their routine goodnight kisses. Soon she fell fast asleep. During the night, it began raining very hard, and distant bolts of lightning began flashing accompanied by roars of thunder that lit up her room. The little girl immediately awoke with fear, “Mommy!” She cried out. Within moments, her mother was at her bedside consoling her. “It’s alright honey, I’m here, and everything will be alright.” “I’m scared,” replied the frightened little girl, “Mom, will you stay with me?” “Honey,” her mom answered, “Don’t you know God is here with you?” The child answered, “Yes mommy, I know, but I want someone with skin on.

“Yes, over 2000 years ago, just at the right time, God sent someone with “skin.” Jesus, a little baby was born “God with us.” To some he remains a little baby, to others, He is the savior. Who is he to you? Is he your savior? Or is he just another baby boy you celebrate every Christmas?


December 28, 2018

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God is Good all the Time

Even in the “bad” times? Yes, especially in the “bad” times. What can be beneficial in the bad times? First of all it depends who is defining bad. If it is us who is doing the defining, we will find ourselves disillusioned, depressed, or confused. You see, humans are shortsighted. We tend to see everything in the now and for good reason, because we cannot see nor can we control the future.

If we have the advantage of experience under our belt, we can see the pitfalls of good and bad times. Good times may come with negative effects as well as bad times with positive benefits. Always treat good and bad times like we would brothers or sisters, we may not always get along, but we need them in our lives. Yes, you heard me, we need the bad times too! If you are a negative person, bad times will always be seen as bad. The positive person on the other hand, sees bad times as an opportunity for God to do great things. Did Jesus in his 33 years on earth have all good times? No! Humanly speaking, the cross was a “bad” time. God uses the “bad” to bring about good. Did Joseph’s treatment by his brothers and his time in an Egyptian prison good? No! But Joseph got it! “…God meant (used) it for good.”

According to a Chinese legend, when Sai Weng lost one of his prized horses, his neighbor expressed sorrow for his loss. But Sai Weng was unconcerned. He said, “Who knows if it may be a good thing for me?” Surprisingly, the lost horse returned home with another horse. As the neighbor congratulated him, Sai Weng said, “Who knows if it may be a bad thing for me?” As it turned out, his son broke his leg when he rode the new horse. This seemed like a misfortune, until the army arrived at the village to recruit all able-bodied men to fight in the war. Because of his son’s injury, he wasn”t recruited, which ultimately could have spared him from death. (written by Poh Fang Chia)

This story teaches that a difficulty can be a blessing in disguise and vise versa.

My dear mother lived to be 80 years old. She had bouts with breast cancer, just like her mother and her grandmother before her. They all died of of breast cancer. But her last prognosis was terminal, and placed on hospice. It was not a “good” time humanly speaking, it was a “bad” time. My mother did not know Jesus as her savior, though she played the piano as a youth in the Methodist church. I had shared my faith numerous times before with her, but with no avail. But this time, it was different. Eternity was in the balance, and the clock was ticking. My mother said to me, “I want to go where you are going.”After sharing the gospel once again with my mother, she became a Christian right there! Some people have a notion if something is “bad” then it is not good. I must disagree. God blesses the good as well as the “bad.” They work together for good to achieve “God’s will. I’ve always said, “Cancer saved my mother.” You tell me, was my mother’s cancer good or bad? In my estimation, her cancer was both.

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28 ESV


March 5, 2021

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Do you see where you are going?

Do you know the right way?

Have you found how to get there?

Or are you running away?

Are you happy where you are?

Are you looking in the right place?

Have you found the meaning of life?

Or given up in disgrace?

Are you searching for happiness?

In the wrong place?

Have  you hungered for God?

Or tasted His Grace?

If you are looking for peace,

And you’ve searched everywhere.

Look unto God,

It begins with a prayer.


February 26, 2021

February 26, 2021 Posted by | Faith | | 2 Comments

Does God Heal?

Yes, God heals, but remember, God does not always choose to heal, in fact, in most cases He chooses not to intervene. Why does God heal some and others He does not? It is not that He can’t, He won’t, but whether He wills it. God has a reason when He chooses to withhold a miracle. He knows which will best glorify Himself.

When someone is healed, what should be our reaction? We give praise and glory to our great God! What is our reaction when another person is not healed? We give praise and glory to our great God! So what is the difference? First of all, we don’t praise God because the person died, we praise God because He is always GOOD, no matter what the circumstances! Where is God’s power displayed the most, in the healed or the unhealed child or adult? One is healed and suffers no more and lives while the other suffers tremendously and dies and is healed in death. Both are healed and both suffer no more. One may have a long life, while the other may live just a short time. It’s a matter of His timing. In which situation does God receive the greater glory? Both!

We should always pray in Jesus name, but what does that mean? Too often we pray our will in Jesus name. It is more accurate to pray God’s will in Jesus name. Jesus is our greatest example of this (Luke 22:42), “Father, IF YOU ARE WILLING, take this cup from me; yet not MY WILL, but YOURS BE DONE.” His words in this prayer are the most powerful words ever prayed, but God said “No.” Did Jesus not pray hard or long enough? Jesus qualified his prayer with, “IF YOU ARE WILLING…” Or, what is commonly referred to as the Lord’s Prayer, “Our father in heaven hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, YOUR WILL BE DONE, on earth as it is in heaven.” We should pray for God’s healing if it is God’s will. God’s will must be part of our prayer language. It is sad, that in some circles it is common to hear believers demand that God heal their loved ones. God is not subject to “our” demands or “advice.” It will best serve us to remember, God is God, and we are not!

It is not always God’s will to heal or produce a miracle. He has other ways other than healing to show His power. If your faith rests in miracles, your faith is misplaced. If you are looking for God’s glory, His power, His ability to do wonders, look into a child’s face who is dying of a terminal disease and praises God in the midst of their suffering. There is no greater praise than that! Jesus’s life did not end with a period, it ended with a comma, and so can ours. Death is not the end, it’s just the beginning! When God chooses to take you home someday, remember, your life doesn’t have to end in a period, it can end with a comma. God’s power and glory can be displayed long after you are laid to rest. 🙂


March 8, 2016

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Before Our Time?

It is wonderful to be alive but let’s face it life sometimes seems to be unfair. We all have our own opinion on what is fair and what is not. Children or adults who die before their “time,” may be unfair as some see fairness. All of us are bias in some way or another. How can we even the playing field, who can we trust to be just? Whom can we find with such wisdom to judge fair from unfair, and right from wrong? Certainly, there is no one on this planet! What if we could find such a person with perfect wisdom and knowledge, and would we trust him?

Of course, I am referring to God. I can best describe time if I draw a line with an arrow on both ends pointing in opposite directions. Time has a beginning and ending but God has neither. Everything on earth is measured in increments of time. He controls the time line in which we live and everything that happens in time is “on” time. There are no exceptions! Time is a valuable commodity to us who live on this planet earth. Let’s look at time from a different perspective, maybe one we have never considered before. Why don’t we view time as God sees it?

God exists outside of time; He exists in the “now” or in the present. He has no time restraints, only those He puts on Himself for example when Jesus was born on earth in time and died on time. God cannot be measured in time, for time cannot exist in His presence in the same manner that darkness cannot exist where light is present or conversely, darkness can only exist in the absence of light. God is everlasting to everlasting, that is why in 2 Peter 3:8 declares, “But don’t forget this one thing, dear friends; With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.” His perspective on time is much different from ours, the creator of time was here before time existed, and He will be here after time is no more. God does not rely on probability nor does He leave anything to chance. His sovereign will rules and no one will die before his or her time; for it is an appointment, no one will miss!


February 17 2013

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Will There be Tears in Heaven?

Jan 30, 2020You might think, “How silly,” and reply, “No!”  Maybe a better question to ask is “Will we have emotions in heaven?” And I would answer with a resounding, “Yes!” In scripture, God is said to enjoy, love, laugh, take delight, as well as be angry, happy, jealous, and glad, just to name a few. We can reason from this, that we derived our emotions from God. Our emotions here on earth are sometimes a distortion of God’s emotion, because of our sin. We are made in God’s likeness or image, and part of that is our emotions. I can assume that our emotions will exist for God’s glory and our good.

Will we cry in heaven? The Bible says, “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain” (Rev. 21:4). These are tears of suffering over sin and death, the cries of the poor, the widow, the orphan, the unborn, and injustice of which will be absent in heaven.  Consider in this verse, it is referring to the tears coming from injustice and sorrow and alike, of which will be no more.

Can you imagine heaven without tears of joy? I buried two of my children along with my parents and loved ones. If you are a Christian, what will be your reaction upon seeing God, Jesus, and all your loved ones?  When I meet my Savior, my God, my children, and my loved ones, my eyes will be filled with tears, but not tears of sorrow, but tears of joy. Will there be tears in heaven? What do you think?


Jan 30, 2020

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On The Way to Dothan

I just finished reading the book of Genesis on my way to reading the Bible through in a year. As usual, I found new insights from the life of Joseph. Life is full of difficulties, good times and bad. Often what we consider bad times are not bad at all when we see down the road!

Joseph proclaims to his brethren who sold him into slavery in Genesis, chapter 45, “God sent me before you to preserve for you a remnant on the earth, and to keep alive for you many survivors. So it was not you who sent me here, but God.” Chapter 50, verse 20, Joseph explains it clearly, “…you meant it for evil against me but God meant it for good…”

You see, God used Joseph’s brothers to get him to Egypt. God could have chosen other means, but he chose this one. Now, Joseph, I am sure didn’t think this was good at the time when he was thrown into a pit by his “loving”  brothers and sold to a band of Midianite traders heading to Egypt. Nor did he feel warm fuzzies in a cold damp Egyptian prison for over two years. Hardly a place he or we would consider good.

Let me remind you, God is good, and everything He does is good, whether we agree or not. God is in control, and only He can see beyond the horizon of which we are not privy. The next time you find yourself “betrayed” by friends or in a “prison” with enemies, remember God put you there for a purpose as the case with Joseph. How will you react?

Our spiritual lives are of more importance to God than our physical comfort.


January 23, 2017 Posted by | Uncategorized | 2 Comments

“A Virtue Often Misunderstood: Understanding”

“Who is this who darkens counsel by words without knowledge? Now prepare yourself like a man; I will question you, and you shall answer Me. “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth? Tell Me, if you have understanding” (Job 38:2-4).

I love the book of Job. Most scholars agree the book of Job is the oldest book in the Bible. This book is the touchstone of human suffering. Job was a righteous and knowledgeable man.
However, understanding is much deeper than knowledge. There are many people who know you, but very few who understand you.

Like many Christians, we fall into the same snare as Job. Please, don’t feel bad, we are all in good company! We think we know a lot about God but in reality, like Job, we know very little and even less understanding. It is not as important to understand God, as it is to trust Him. Let’s be honest, God is beyond our understanding, we are finite beings, God is infinite, He sees the whole picture, we don’t. He is God we are not! Suffering such as Job experienced, is an extreme case, but whatever trials you face, they are never pleasant, it is nothing we look forward to, but rather flee from. In some cases, there are no plausible places to run, except to God.

When safe in the arms of a loving God, understanding is worthless. What is more important, God’s comfort or understanding God? Understanding God with our human reasoning is at best shallow. The next time you are facing trials, remember, understanding is helpful, but not essential, it is not a requirement, but a privilege granted to only a few. In times of great loss, the Lord comforts us more by his presence than by his explanations. God’s sovereign plan for your life is always the best, although at the time, you may have your doubts. God works behind the scenes as described below in this popular poem by Corrie Ten Boom.

Life is But a Weaving
(The Tapestry Poem)

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned
He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.

Oh God, I trust you, your ways are beyond my understanding. I want to know you better personally, and I acknowledge you are at work in my life in ways I am not aware. This week, make your presence known as you use me to touch others. May your Holy Spirit direct my course, straighten my path, and steady my feet, in Jesus name, Amen!



December 29, 2016 Posted by | Devotional | 1 Comment

Are Our Rights for Everyone?

…We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. Excerpt from the Declaration of Independence.

What a great historical document! However, not everyone is protected under this article. The court decision of Roe vs. Wade has given the mother the right to choose whose rights are valid and whose are not, all under the guise of women’s productive rights. The unborn cannot claim the same rights as everyone else. They have no voice.

In 1999, Sen. Rick Santorum (R-Pa.) said to Senator Barbara Boxer: Suppose during this procedure (abortion) the baby slips entirely from the mother’s birth canal. “You agree, once a child is born, is separated from the mother, that that child is protected by the Constitution and cannot be killed? Do you agree with that?” Boxer: “I think when you bring your baby home, when your baby is born … the baby belongs to your family and has all the rights.” Since Roe vs. Wade back in 1973, over 58,586,256 abortions have been performed.  Those lives have been snuffed out as one would snuff out a candle, and an overwhelming majority are by “choice.”

We want everything on our own terms, that is if it is convenient at the time. A baby doesn’t get to choose its mother, so why does a mother get to choose her baby, or decide whether it is one? It boils down to this: If you are pregnant and you “want” a child you call it a baby if you don’t you call it a fetus. And yes, there are exceptions to the rule, when a mother’s life is in danger.  What about a woman who has been raped and becomes pregnant? Would you sentence an innocent child to death? There are parents waiting in line to adopt a child.

A woman’s body is was created by God to be a safe and secure environment for her baby to grow to full term maturity. The baby relies on its mother for everything, even her “choices.”  There is an unbreakable bond between mother and child, an instinct to nurture, guard, protect, and fight even to the death if necessary to protect her offspring. Unfortunately, for some, this is no longer the case.  Even the animal kingdom will at least put up a fight. Our laws protect even the great Bald Eagle, the symbol of our country, and its eggs and the embryo inside.  It is illegal to destroy an eagle’s egg. Fines are as high as $5,000 and imprisonment up to 3 years. Many may argue that a fetus is not a human life, as many argue that an eagle’s egg is not an eagle. If that is true, then why make a law to protect one and not the other? Liberals may also argue that an eagle is an endangered species and therefore MUST be protected. A Conservative can counter with the argument that a human life is a unique (endangered?) individual.

Abortion is not a right, it’s a wrong! All lives matter and that includes the unborn.

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you
when I was made in the secret place,
when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes saw my unformed body;
all the days ordained for me were written in your book
before one of them came to be.

Psalm 139:13-16

P.S. Written by a former fetus… 🙂


October 29, 2016

October 29, 2016 Posted by | Life and Death | 1 Comment

Is God Enough?

I am a retired bricklayer.  I spent thirty years of my life as a mason. The most important thing I learned at the very beginning of my  masonry training was the foundation. It is essential that the foundation which you are building upon must be unshakeable, that is, if you want it to stand up under the most severe circumstances. While a strong and secure foundation is extremely important and necessary, it in its self if not enough. The material used to build upon this foundation is equally important. If we use a cheap substitute or insufficient material, though the foundation is secure, the building will surely fall when subjected to high winds, earthquakes, floods and etc. Even on occasion, even the best materials is not enough, but the foundation if built properly will stay intact and it will survive. I cannot count the number of times I have seen homes  on fire and utterly ruined. But when the fire and smoke clears, a brick or stone fireplace stands tall and erect, like a monument amongst the charred and smoldering rubble of which the fire has had no effect.

Our lives are much like a foundation. Too often, and I include myself, we tend to build our lives too much upon hay, wood, and stubble and when subjected to fire, it is destroyed. If we are a Christian, it is our building materials that will be tested by fire, not our foundation. Our foundation (Jesus Christ) is our bedrock, unmovable and secure. Our salvation is secure but our rewards may be few. God wants us to build our lives and use materials that will not perish providing a testimony to others after us.

In the book of Job,  Job is a Godly man of his time, upright in all his ways, and oozing with integrity lost it all, not because of anything he had done, but because God was proud of his servant Job announcing before Satan, “There is no one like him in the earth, a perfect and an  upright man, one that fears God and avoids evil.” He lost his home, children, friends, possessions, and his health, but not his foundation! His foundation was strong despite all he had gone through and God rewarded him for his faithfulness. He regained them all back and much more, he rediscovered God…

If you lost everything, would God be enough? 🙂


August 8, 2016

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“Jesus-He is!!!”

“Jesus-He is!!!”
Friday, December 25,2015 -DEVOTIONAL
First, I would like to shout, “Happy Birthday Jesus!” What a privilege and honor to give the Christmas devotion. Opening up gifts as a child was very exciting! When I grew older and had our own children, the excitement morphed into a different form. The look and the excitement on their faces as they opened each gift was well worth it. Sometimes we had a Christmas tree, other times a manger with Baby Jesus, with wrapped gifts. What joy! Jesus-He is…


Christmas is a time of giving. Seven hundred years before the birth of Jesus, the prophet said, “Unto us a child is born, unto us a son is GIVEN” (Isa. 9:6). That prophecy was fulfilled in the words, “For God so loved the world, that he GAVE his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16).

Jesus Christ was God’s Christmas GIFT to the world. It is the greatest gift of all! Our Heavenly Father gave the first Christmas Gift. Romans 8:32 states, “He that spared not his own Son, but delivered him up for us all, how shall he not with him also freely GIVE us all things?” Salvation is the GIFT of God.

The Scripture says in Romans 6:23, “For the wages of sin is death; but the GIFT of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Let’s learn a little more about this GIFT and consider that it was…

An Unsolicited GIFT
How many times have you asked, “What do you like for Christmas?” Or, “What can I get you for Christmas?” I go through this every year. My wife is much better at this than I am. Most gifts we find around the Christmas tree are gifts by request. It is not so with God.

“While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us” (Romans 5:8). It was not Adam who asked, “Where art Thou, God?” It was God who asked, “Where art thou, Adam?” God had plan way before Adam and Eve ever set foot on this planet. “All we like sheep have gone astray” (Isa. 53:6). Sheep have a tendency to wander, and wander, and so do we. Aren’t you glad we have a shepherd? Are you glad God GAVE us a GIFT we didn’t ask for?

An Unlimited GIFT
How often do we go window-shopping, and come home sad because we cannot afford a particular item? Sometimes what we are looking for is out of our reach, we have Cadillac taste on a Volkswagen budget. There are some gifts in life, we can never afford, except for the very wealthy.

God’s GIFT is unlimited, it’s GIVEN to the whole world. Whether you are Rich or poor, educated or uneducated, it is for anyone and everyone. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16). “He is the propitiation for our sins: and not for our’s only, but also for the sins of the whole world” (I John 2:2). No one is excluded unless you refuse the gift (to trust Jesus Christ as Savior). It is unlimited, but not timeless. The last invitation is given in the last book of the Bible, and it reads, “The Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely” (Rev. 22:17).

An Unspeakable GIFT
Some gifts rendered us speechless, while others are beyond words. Listen to the words of the Apostle Paul, “Thanks be unto God for his unspeakable gift” (II Cor. 9:15). God only gives the best! The Bible says in James 1:17, “Every good GIFT and every perfect GIFT is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.” He is beyond telling! He is indescribable! He is inexpressible!

An Unchangeable GIFT
Christmas gifts get old and obsolete. Times change, styles change, attitudes and tastes change, history and math books change. Nearly everything we know changes. But Jesus Christ is God’s unchanging Gift. “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever” (Hebrews 13:8).

An Undeserved GIFT                                                                                              The GIFT of salvation is undeserved. If you can earn it or deserved it, it wouldn’t be a gift at all. A gift by its very nature is free. “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the GIFT of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast” (Eph. 2:8,9).

An Unclaimed GIFT
How wonderful it is when I see our children open up their gifts, and hear the words, “Oh, thank you!” How would you feel if one of your children refused your gift, and did not open it? How sad it must feel, after the sacrifice and expense, to give a gift that one does not want. Sadly, this is what happens when someone refuses God’s Christmas GIFT, Jesus Christ! Yet, the greatest GIFT of all (Jesus), are unclaimed by millions. The Bible warns, “Behold, now is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation” (II Cor. 6:2).

To believe is to receive. In the Bible, the word believe means to trust, to depend on, to rely on. To receive God’s Christmas GIFT simply means that one must admit that he is a sinner, believe the gospel story that Jesus Christ died for our sins at Calvary, and then trust Him completely. “But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name” (John 1:12).

Please don’t forget this Christmas, God’s Perfect Christmas GIFT that hung on a tree over 2000 years ago. It was a very costly sacrifice. May on this Christmas day, you rejoice together and celebrate Jesus, He is…God’s Perfect Christmas GIFT!


December 25, 2015 Posted by | Devotional, Love | Leave a comment

What is True Beauty?

Isaiah 53:1-4
1. Who hath believed our report? and to whom is the arm of the LORD revealed?
2. For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.
3. He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
4. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

December 18,2015 Devotional

Obviously, there is a difference between beauty and “true” beauty. True beauty suggests that there is more than the traditional sense of beauty, as the previous devotions so beautifully stated.

Verse 2 “…he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we SEE (my emphasis) him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.”

Now this is the conventional description of Jesus outward appearance. True beauty, is not found in glamour magazines, beauty pageants, or movie screens. The world’s conception of beauty is all flawed. Beauty is vain, fleeting, and temporary, as one’s appearance, a beautiful flower, or a long-standing edifice.
True beauty was on display for all to see over 2000 years ago. Beauty hung on a tree. The beauty of the cross; the most beautiful demonstration of love ever witnessed in all humanity, and the most beautiful symbol of his love. Love plays no favorites, Jesus died for all.

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. John 15:13

Nails did not hold Jesus to the cross. It was love. Opening our eyes in heaven, I do not believe we will recognize Jesus by his beauty, I think we will recognize him by his scars, those beautiful scars, wonderful scars, glorious scars, the all-together lovely Jesus!

“Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12:2

Now this is True Beauty… the Beauty of the Cross!…








December 18, 2015 Posted by | Devotional, Faith, Inspirational, Love | | 1 Comment

Dare We Doubt


John 20:24-29
24 But Thomas, one of the twelve, called Didymus, was not with them when Jesus came.
25 The other disciples therefore said unto him, We have seen the LORD. But he said unto them, Except I shall see in his hands the print of the nails, and put my finger into the print of the nails, and thrust my hand into his side, I will not believe.
26 And after eight days again his disciples were within, and Thomas with them: then came Jesus, the doors being shut, and stood in the midst, and said, Peace be unto you.
27 Then saith he to Thomas, Reach hither thy finger, and behold my hands; and reach hither thy hand, and thrust it into my side: and be not faithless, but believing.
28 And Thomas answered and said unto him, My LORD and my God.
29 Jesus saith unto him, Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.

As I begin this devotion, the first to come to mind is Thomas, called Didymus (‘Twin’), one of the twelve disciples, forever remembered, as “Doubting” Thomas. How unfortunate to be labeled as such. How would you feel labeled as, “Doubting Mary, Doubting Haley, or Doubting Danny?” Doubt is defined in Webster’s Dictionary as a Verb: to be uncertain about (something): to believe that (something) may not be true or is unlikely: to have no confidence in (someone or something).

Come on, let’s be honest, we all doubt more than we like to admit. We are a generation of doubters. However, I think Thomas is getting a bum rap here. I doubt the power of God; by the way I react to my circumstances. I doubt when I fail to obey, when I worry, when I pray, when I take back the “throne” and think I can fix everything, and the list goes on. Call it distrust, disbelieve, it’s all part of the human experience and I am not proud of it, but I can admit it, and that’s part of the solution. I must confess, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at attention when I hear someone suggest, “I would have believed…” Yeah, call me a skeptic, but understand, I am one of the charter members of the club. I wonder how many of the disciples would have believed had they not seen Jesus. They had joined the club long before this happened. Isn’t it easy to point the finger?

When I examine all the facts, I can make my own decision. After all my brothers and sisters, are we not to draw a conclusion after examining the evidence? Let’s not forget, the other disciples were privy to the evidence, except Thomas. I stand with Thomas. When he saw for himself, he believed! In fact, Thomas never doubted the evidence at all, because he never saw it! When he saw the proof, he believed! Can I hear an amen?

Thomas redeems himself when he exclaims, “My Lord and my God” (verse 28). There is no evidence in scripture that he even touched Jesus. For the first time, a disciple acknowledged not only that Jesus was a great teacher; not only that He was the Son of God; but that He was God Himself! He believed by seeing, just as the others did, but he saw much more than they, he saw GOD! It is one of the great confessions of faith in scripture. If you want to still label Thomas as “Doubting,” then add my name to the Doubting Thomas Club. Be aware, there is a long line. Jesus never scolded Thomas for doubting, He applauded those who have not seen and yet believed, that’s us! You see, we see through the eyes of faith! Jesus does not ask us to take a blind leap of faith. Taste, check me out, look at the evidence. The psalmist says, “O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.” Psalms 34:8.

Did you notice, Jesus glorified body had the scars of the nail prints and His pierced side? In heaven, I don’t believe we will have scars on our bodies. I think these scars are on His body because they are scars He bore for us. He took our sin and this will be evidence for all of eternity, and He wears it proudly!

Dare to doubt? In the book of Judges, Gideon doubted God when he “tested” Him, not once but twice! Did you notice, God did not “punish” Gideon for doubting? Have you noticed later, Gideon is listed among the great heroes of faith in the book of Hebrews, chapter 11? In the New Testament, don’t forget Mary and Martha, the sisters of Lazarus. They doubted Jesus could raise up Lazarus from the dead after 3 days. These stories illustrate, God understands, tolerate us, and by no means limited by our doubts. By burying our doubts, we can resurrect our faith!

You can always trust the person who suffered and died for you! Jesus loves you and He proved it! There is no doubt about it!


Friday, December 11, 2015

December 10, 2015 Posted by | Devotional | , , , , , , | 3 Comments

Waiting on God

Waiting is not what we are all about, nor is in our vocabulary. It provokes the thought of helplessness. We loathe waiting. When waiting, we feel we are not in control. We tend to wait only when forced to. Why is that? We want answers, we want results, and we want them now!

I have spent some of my life waiting on God. Waiting does not always result in answers we hoped. I think you will agree no one likes to wait, especially when we have no other choice. Waiting does not mean twiddling our fingers and waiting for God to act. Waiting involves doing what you can, and leaving the rest to God. However, what happens when God does nothing, and conditions get worse or even bleak? If we rely on our feelings, we may conclude, God is not listening, and He does not care.

Feeling will come and feelings will go, this is where faith comes in. Having faith and trust when we do not understand is the hallmark of the Christian life. God does not ask us to understand, He asks us to trust Him! We may never understand why God allows certain events in our lives to unfold, but He does, and that is good enough for me!

I see things different from God. I am near-sighted, whereas God is far-sighted. I am finite, and He is infinite. Is there any wonder why we cannot understand His ways? There is a difference between waiting on God, and waiting in God. Waiting ON God implies waiting for God to act, while waiting in God, suggests waiting in HIS will.

You can always trust the man who died for you! 🙂


November 23, 2015 Posted by | Faith | 1 Comment

Communication Skills

Cell phones, I seldom use them, smart phones, I have little use for them either. Our ability to communicate with others verbally has greatly diminished. More times than I would like to admit, I have entered stores, restaurants, and virtually everywhere else, and witnessed what I can only describe as zombies on smart phones, their eyes fixated on their phones busy searching, texting, or playing games. Their eyes hypnotized by a magical screen, broken only by an occasional glance up from their “land of awes”, into the land of reality. Addicted and enticed, this contraption goes everywhere they go, and God forbid they should forget it, instantly turning into the walking dead. It is their preferred mode of communication and entertainment, and to their own detriment.

I admit I am “old” school, and I am proud of it. I came from an era when people spoke words to each other in complete sentences, and to look into ones eyes was a demonstration of respect. Communication is more important than ever these days, and with new technology, there is a propensity for good and bad. Other modes of communication in the social media such as Facebook, Twitter, etc. have its own dangers. I am afraid to say our youth and an increasing amount of adults are losing their communication skills at an alarming rate. What used to be called “family time” is spent quietly texting. The family is the ultimate loser and the victor is “self.”

Nothing replaces an in-person communication, not texting, smiley faces, hearts and alike, they are not a substitute for a good face-to-face dialogue. I understand our friends and loved ones may be miles apart, but when you have an opportunity, speak words not text. The words we communicate can be very powerful, and a failure to do so can sometimes turn deadly. In the late 70’s, I read a heart-breaking story in the news that illustrates my point dramatically.

The story I recall, takes place at a home where several friends received an invitation for dinner. The family had a beautiful little four-year-old daughter we will call Annie. They all gathered around the dinner table and had a wonderful prepared dinner with all the bells and whistles and fixings. After the finishing their meal, the table was cleared and the group of guests began conversing in conversation on a number of adult topics. There was humor and outbreaks of laughter as the evening went on. Annie was fidgety as you might expect and dismissed early from the table. She had no siblings, and no guests brought their children so she felt alone and forgotten. Annie, being a very determined little girl, went around the table one by one in a valiant effort to get a little attention. She was a sweet little girl with flowing long blond hair with bright blue eyes yearning to be visible in a house full of adults.

Unfortunately, the guests responded with polite smiles, uncomfortable looks, to downright scorn. When Annie reached her father, who was in deep conversation, dismissed her by retorting, “Go away!”
Little Annie, with resolute, went around the table once again, this time with her hands up, a gesture to be picked up. Her distraction was annoying her mother, by the look on her face, as she passed by each one of her guests, but her pleas were ignored once again, until she reached her father yet again. This time he raised his voice, “I told you to leave us alone!” The guests felt a little uneasy and embarrassed, but they did and said nothing. Annie discouraged, left the room promptly, and the conversation continued as if nothing had happened.

Thirty minutes later Annie was discovered floating face down in the family pool. Her lifeless body pulled from the pool and given CPR. Paramedics arrived promptly but pronounced Annie dead at the scene. The parents and guests were distraught with shock and disbelief. When the police officers arrived, they questioned the parents and the guests. When questioned about the pool, her parents admitted they had rescued her two times before this incident.

My friends, the first time Annie, who could not swim, accidentally fell into the pool, and fortunately, her parents heard her cries and rescued her. She quickly realized she got immediate attention she was yearning for when she fell into the pool. She tried it again successfully the next time. You see the first time she fell, the last two she jumped! Please understand, I believe these parents loved their child immensely; it is not about their lack of love, I believe they loved her dearly. It was their lack of communication! Communication is a by-product of love.

The most beneficial words of communication are affirmation. Our greatest asset is our children, love on them in season and out, whether it is inconvenient or not. “I love you, “You are important,” and “I am proud of you” are all good affirmations. Life is short, our clock is ticking, do not let time run out before you communicate to those how much you love them face-to-face when possible!
“I love you” are very powerful words, the first words we hear when we are born, and should be the last we utter before we die! When that time finally arrives, I doubt we will be asking for our cell phones. Die with memories, not dreams…


October 21, 2015 Posted by | Life and Death, Love | , , , , | 1 Comment


I may not be rich or famous, I pray it will never be,

Because my roots run deeper, than even royalty.

I find no Kings or Princesses, that I can declare,

Or just a Knight or Count, that I am even aware.

It is not with my ancestors, where my nobility lies,

It is because I am adopted, I’m a Prince in disguise.

Adopted in the family of God, in nineteen seventy-three,

By the King of Kings, His Majesty, in His family tree.


September 9, 2015 Posted by | Poem | , | Leave a comment

I Will Praise You in the Storm (A BookLook Review)

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September 8, 2015 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

A Promise to Keep

Today, Sunday, March 15, I celebrate with my wife Bonnie 46 years of marriage. It is quite an accomplishment now days with the divorce rate at 50 per cent. No marriage is perfect, and we have our imperfections, far too numerous to mention. Some even said it would not survive, but we proved them wrong! We were twenty-one years old and embarked on a journey that no one could have foreseen. We lived in a time when the words, “…for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part” meant something. Our “I Do’s” consummated to each other a commitment, a solemn promise unto death.

The road of life is seldom paved with smooth stones, nor does it provide a clear direct route, but frequently is littered with u-turns, stop lights, and detour signs. This road take us in many directions we do not expect to travel, nor do we wish to, and often we get there only by dragging, clawing, and screaming. Too frequently, we focus on the destination and not the journey.

Donald, our first child was born in 1969. The next four years were rough years in our marriage. We decided to go to church, and God spoke to us there. Together we made our second commitment to Him in 1973, but not just unto death this time, but also unto life. Our son Stephen was born in 1975 with a liver disease. Our pediatrician told us, “There is no hope or cure, take him out and have a good time.” Thus begins our journey “for worse.” When asked if we could have more children, our doctor told us the odds were a million to one of another child with the same disease. Our daughter Holly followed four years later in 1979 born with the same liver disease, so much for statics.

Few marriages survive such devastating circumstances, but thank God, ours did. We were fortunate but take no credit for that, God is faithful! The stress can be overwhelming and sometimes takes a heavy toll on both parties, tempting one to surrender to the circumstances. The easiest thing to do is divorce, jump ship, and leave the other to bail out the sinking boat. Too often, the woman is the one alone in the life raft to paddle ashore. It is the “All for one, one for all mentality” that seems to be prevail in our society today. The “for better” part of the marriage vow is easier to keep, but the “for worse” part sometimes comes with a heavy price, and some are not willing to pay it. We are not extraordinary people, in fact to the contrary very ordinary, but we have an extraordinary God…and that makes all the difference!

A successful marriage is not determined by chance, luck, or wishful thinking, it is hard work, it is a commitment to be there in good times as well as bad, in joy and in sorrow, for a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on. Our situation is not unique by any means, and our goal is to follow the trail to the end of the road. I thank God for you whom He has chosen just for me to weather all the storms of life together, and the God of the storm who never has or ever will abandoned us. You have been a faithful wife, mother and friend.

Happy Anniversary to the one who captured my heart, my affection, and my love forty-six years ago. Let’s grow older together!


March 15, 2015 Posted by | Love | 2 Comments

Three Little Words

How was your Valentine’s Day? Was it a romantic one? Love fills the airways with large life-size teddy bears, Hoodie-Footie pajamas, and chocolate covered strawberries. For some, it is easier buying gifts than saying the words. A picture may be worth a thousand words, and it may tell a wonderful story, but let’s face it, we can never hear “I love you” enough. It is the first words uttered when we are born, and the last when we die. Can we ever say those words too often in between?

Some men find it hard coughing up those words. I think some men would be more comfortable having bamboo splints driven under their fingernails than say “I love you”, or “I was wrong.” In defense, what we do for each other is hard evidence in the absence of words, and yes, love can be expressed without using words. Anyone can say the words, but it more important that we show it. When a woman asks, “Do you love me?” They do not want just to hear “Yes, you KNOW that I love you,” they want you to show them by word or by deed, or both.

Societal norms dictate men are not to cry, display weakness, or express their emotions, at least not in public. Men are considered rough, tough, and cowboy up, and while that may be partially true, we also have a softer side, and believe me ladies, teddy bears have nothing on us! A man’s heart is as soft as new driven snow, and does not take much to melt it. It is not an easy task to break the mold in which we are cast. What can melt a man’s heart? Four magical words, “I love you daddy.”

I must confess I am partial to little girls. Little boys soon grow up into men, but little girls are always daddy’s girl, and grown women are always little girls at heart. The word “daddy” has special meaning. It is an endearing term. When used in conjunction with “I love you,” it will break the hardest heart and reduce it to mere putty (at least in my case).

In John 21:15-17, three times Jesus says to Simon Peter, “Simon, son of John, do you love me…?”All three times Simon answers, “Yes, Lord; you KNOW that I love you?” Jesus follows up each with a statement, “Feed my lambs. Tend my sheep. Feed my sheep.” Jesus is saying to Simon Peter, if you love me, SHOW me!

God SHOWED he loved me when he sent Jesus to die for me. I SHOWED him my love by living for him. We can be adopted into God’s family by faith, and by doing so, we can call him “Abba,” Father (Romans 8:15). “Abba” is the Aramaic equivalent for father. The repetition is one of endearment and entreaty, taken from the natural impulse of children to repeat a beloved name in different forms such as papa or daddy. God wants to have a personal relationship so close with him that we can affectionately call him “papa” or “daddy.”

There is no greater honor than adoption. Do you know why? It is because YOU are chosen! My question to you, have you accepted?


February 17, 2015 Posted by | Faith, Inspirational, Love | 4 Comments

The Power of a Kiss

How powerful is a kiss? Let me tell you a story about our daughter Holly that clearly proves my point. Wednesday nights at church, we have Awana program for children. Holly was in the youngest group, the “Sparks,” ages five to seven.

One Wednesday evening at Awana, Marilyn, a mother of two of the children in Sparks, came in to observe the class. She was sitting in the back and noticed Holly standing there upset and crying, so she went up to her and hugged her and asked, “What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Holly did not answer, because she did not know her. Marilyn stayed with her and asked her again. “My mommy didn’t kiss me,” Holly answered. Marilyn said her heart just broke. “Holly, hold on just a minute.” She said, “You just wait right here; I’m going to get your mommy.” She talked to the Sparks leader and asked them who and where her mother was. The Sparks leader told her in which Bible study room to find my wife Bonnie. Marilyn thought to herself, What is she going to think of me? She went to get Bonnie at the Bible study and said, “Your little girl is crying because you didn’t kiss her. “Oh, I must have been in a hurry!” Bonnie answered. She said Bonnie didn’t seem to think it was a bit unusual at all, so she went right back to Sparks with Marilyn and very tenderly gave Holly a kiss and a hug. Holly’s world was just fine, Marilyn joined the group, Bonnie went back to her Bible study. Marilyn said, “I just sat there and thought what power is in a mother’s kiss … a mother’s comfort.”
Excerpt from the book, “I Will Praise you in the Storm.”


February 13, 2015 Posted by | Inspirational | 3 Comments

It’s a Wonderful Life

Remember the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” starring James Stewart as George Bailey and Donna Reed as his wife. I am sure that most of us have seen this timeless classic made in 1946. George Bailey is a small-town man whose life seems so desperate he contemplates suicide. He had always wanted to leave Bedford Falls to see the world, but circumstances and his own good heart have led him to stay….

For some, life is far from wonderful, in fact, sometimes it is downright difficult. Life is not fair, but then who said life is supposed to be fair? It does not take long for us to realize that tragedies do not always happen to someone else. Eventually, it reaches every one of us, a price we pay in the land of the living. I prefer to watch real life dramas or movies, rather than movies with fairy-tail endings with warm fuzzy feelings. In real life stories, a friend, who is ill, may not get better, a tragic accident turns fatal, or a child who suffers from cancer dies. These are the stories that I remember most and they draw us back into the land of reality. This is “real” life when the rubber meets the road.

To some if you wake up in the morning without pain it a wonderful day, to others if you just wake up it is a good day. Life consists of good days and bad days. Trials and suffering are all part of life. We can learn from our storms in life; something we can never learn on calm peaceful waters. Having a wonderful life has less to do with the absence of problems and more about our response to the problems we encounter. Trials build character and strengthen our faith. The mountaineer who is familiar with exhaustion fighting the freezing cold, rough terrain and oxygen deprivation and survives to make it to the top, is rewarded with exhilaration and satisfaction. The view from the summit is well worth the days and weeks of pain and struggle to get there.

We will never get use to finality. When we watch any kind of sports on TV or in person, the buzzer indicates the game is over or the scorecard proclaims the game is finished. However, is it really over? Tomorrow, next week or next season, it begins once again. In death, there are no replays, timeouts, or overtime. Nothing gets our attention more than death. It brings a bit of reality back into our lives, even if it for only a few days or weeks. Death is very real, and we better deal with it now while we are alive, rather than wait until it deals with us.

I have been on the mountains, and I have been deep in the valleys. There is Savior who can lead us through our deepest valleys and guide us out of our worse fears. I am convinced that God is good, He is in control, and He does not make mistakes. Everything that happens in our lives has a purpose, a plan, a reason. I am not implying we will always understand His plan, but rather, we trust His plan.

As I get older, memorial services are more common. I have found almost without exception hearing the words, “It was so sudden.” Even when our loved one’s death is certain, we are never prepared. Death is final here on this planet, but please don’t put all your eggs in one basket. If you know Jesus, death is not the end, it is just the beginning, and the service is not a funeral it is a celebration!

Michael Faraday, the great scientist, was ill. When it became evident his sickness would soon result in his death, a group of fellow scientists came to see him–not so much to talk about science as to talk about death. One of them said. “Mr. Faraday, what are your speculations about your future?” With evident surprise to them, he replied, “Speculations? I have none. I am resting on certainties.” Then he quoted 2 Tim. 1:12: “For I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.”

How certain are you? How do you see your faith? Is it irrational, a leap in the dark? Is it a religious faith, always striving to make right by your self-righteous acts? Or is it as described here (Heb. 11:1) “sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see…”


February 13, 2015 Posted by | Faith, Inspirational, Life and Death | 1 Comment

Is it All About Me?

Each year the Christmas season seems to gets longer. Before we are done serving Thanksgiving dinner, the Christmas season has already begun. Here in Oregon, we begin cutting Christmas trees in early November! With the commercialization of Christmas, is anyone surprised? The countdown has already begun. With our Christmas list held tightly in hand, we go to battle armed to the tooth, with credit cards, checkbooks, and a prayer. “Open, open, open” is the chant, waiting for the unsuspecting store clerks to turn the key and get out of the way. Like blood-thirsty pirates searching for a treasure to plunder and fighting over the loot with an “All for one and one for all” attitude. Aye, Matey! What be ye lost yer mind? Have we forgotten the meaning of Christmas, a sharp contrast to the first Christmas when all was calm?

With Santa, Frosty, and the Grinch stealing center stage, do you find someone mysteriously missing on this meaningful holiday? I mean, the one on which it was named, Christ? The Hallmark collection of Christmas movies begins their yearly re-runs and others their debut. I enjoy Hallmark, a family friendly channel, which is very uplifting and heartwarming, but at times a little corny and predictable. I have discovered over the years, more coverage about Santa and less about Jesus, especially since Jesus was the most influential person in history.

Christmas is indeed about giving and receiving, but as a child, you could never convince me giving is better than receiving. When I was a young lad, I must admit, Christmas was (all) about me. It wasn’t long until I discovered my theory of me was flawed from the very beginning. As I grew older, married, and had children, I learned it is about others, but it was when I grew wiser, I realized it was neither. It is all about Jesus. Santa Claus may be able to stuff your stockings once each year, Frosty will soon melt, and the Grinch may have a change of heart, but Jesus can change your life forever!

The Grinch maybe able to steal presents and hijack Christmas as the movie depicts, but as Patsy Claremont says, “It’s not about presents…it’s about His presence.” Christmas without Christ is just another holiday, Ahh, but with Christ, it is “God with us.” More about Him, less about me, as we diminish, he increases. We should be celebrating Christmas by celebrating CHRIST more. You will not find Jesus coming down your chimney but he will be knocking at your door. Will you have room?
Wishing you all a merry and joy filled Christmas, knowing God gave His very best, and we should do no less. “Happy Birthday Jesus!”

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.”

James 1:17


December 18, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Change is Difficult Not Impossible

Late November I decided to visit my older brother (seven years) for six days in Arizona. He will be turning 74 this month and is battling terminal cancer. The doctor’s prognosis was one year with chemo. It may be the last time I see him alive. I spent a lot of time reminiscing late into the night. Old memories reawakened and new ones reestablished. We discussed mom, dad, and living at home. We talked about life, death, and a variety of subjects… we did not always agree.

By today’s standard, our family was dysfunctional. My mother, the only surviving child of three girls, was a loving soul who ironed clothes to earn extra money but she was an alcoholic. My father, an only child, was a hard worker and brought up by a father who worked all over the country as a steam shovel operator. His mother made it known she never wanted children, and he spent most of his summers with his aunt in Northern California. My father was an alcoholic.

Except for my mother, our family is not very affectionate. My dad never said the three words that every child yearns to hear, “I love you.” I never heard “I’m proud of you” or “You did a good job!” He never heard those words himself. No hugs and kisses, none of that. I never saw a tear run down his face, except when “Blackie” our dog died and just months before his death. Don’t misunderstand me, I am not implying my father did not love us, he just did not know how to show it.

During our conversation, I told my brother a story about the time I was in a track championship meet in high school. My mother and father were in the stands. My mother later told me my father told her not to tell me he was there. This brought a tearful reaction from my brother. He remembered the time he was playing baseball in high school. He played outfield, turned around, and saw dad watching him through the chain-linked fence. Dad never mentioned anything afterwards, not even a “good job son.” My brother sobbed. After more than fifty years, the wound had not healed. A father’s influence on his children is grossly underestimated. I told him I loved him.

To this day, none of my three siblings has broken the curse of our father. No hugs, kisses, or I love you. “It is how I was brought up” is the excuse and banner they wave. They all have followed, in the footsteps of my father, but it does not have to be. We can do nothing to change our past but we can forge our future. Change is difficult I admit, but not impossible! A new year is coming soon, change is just on the horizon, and it is never too late. Remember, it is your story, you hold the pen, and don’t let anyone else write the ending!


December 15, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | 3 Comments

I Am Just “Old Fashioned”

I still open doors for my wife, I hold hands and go on long walks, and I enjoy being with her. I believe traditional marriage is for life, in the good times as well as the bad. Marriage is not easy, it is hard work and it is worth it, but it takes two. I am not afraid to tell someone I love, “I love you.”

I respect my elders and I try to learn from their wealth of knowledge. I still think the appropriate sign of respect is taking your hat off, pulling your pants up, turning your phone off, and listen while someone is speaking to you. I believe in honoring my parents and taking care of them whether it is convenient or not, simply because they are my parents. I appreciate their sacrifice they are my responsibility not the governments. I agree with the Swedish Proverb, “The best place to find a helping hand is at the end of your own arm.”

A man’s name and reputation is more precious than gold and his word is his bond. I say what I mean and I mean what I say. The world owes me nothing and nothing is free. Idleness is the work of the devil it makes us weak, trials make us strong. I believe in giving my employer a good hard day’s work. “The harder you work, the luckier you are.” I believe in a firm handshake and a soft heart.

I am not politically correct. I still say “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays.” Christmas is all about Jesus and not about Santa Claus. I Pledge allegiance “under God” and I recognize there is a distinct difference between a man and a woman. I cling to my guns and my religion and my allegiance is to God, country, and family first. I still believe in traditional values, and I refrain from using foul language.

The best form of communication is speaking face-to-face, not twitter, texting or Facebook. When I speak, I look right in the eye. I walk with my head up, when I talk to a small child, I kneel down, and when I see “Old Glory”, I stand. I try to look for the good rather than the bad. In any tragedy, there is good, but you must search for it and after every storm, a rainbow will appear.

I believe we can learn from our past and can pass on what we learn. I accept responsibility for my actions without blaming others. I look to God as my strength not my weakness. It is not a sin for a man to cry or show emotion. When God measures a man, He puts the tape around his heart and not his head.

I know life is not fair, it is fragile and fleeting. I believe in dying with memories not dreams. Life is what we make it. Good will always triumph over evil and love is stronger than hate. I understand I am not the center of the universe and the earth does not revolve around me but I can make a difference.

I do not believe in luck or chance. Everything happens for a reason and a purpose. My life is not my own. God controls my coming and my going, and my aim is to please Him. By the grace of God I am who I am, a sinner saved by grace and apart from Him, I am nothing…

I guess I am just “old fashioned.” 🙂


November 26, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | 1 Comment

Life is Short

As the Holidays draw near, excitement begins to build as we anticipate Thanksgiving, Christmas and a New Year. It is a time of change when leaves release their grip as the winds gently calls, ushering in the beginning of autumn. Warmer days give way to cold chilly nights. Windbreakers, rain gear, and warm winter coats replace our summer wear. Sunrise and sunsets compete with their dazzling display of colors that leave us in awe in the ever-changing horizon. We are eyewitnesses of the “changing of the guard” so to speak. We look forward to celebrating the Thanksgiving festivities with our loved ones, and the upcoming Christmas season that will soon be on its way.

To many, we look back and see how wonderfully blessed we are. In many homes, families will be gathering around the dinner table adorned with festive fall colors of yellow, orange, and brown. Our deep appreciation for life echoed in the sounds of laughter in a multitude of homes. Children run and play with vigor and enthusiasm we wish we still had. Storytelling often dominates the conversation with vivid memories passed on the next generation. To some it will be their last Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year.

In a house, not far away a different scenario takes place, possibly someone you know, a neighbor or just an acquaintance is celebrating the Holidays in a different manner. While most cannot wait to celebrate the holidays, this family is just hoping to get through them. All the chairs around the table filled, except one is empty. Someone is missing, a spouse, child, or loved one. This person will not be there to celebrate, and the empty chair is evidence to that fact. This and other holidays will be different from all the others… different forever. A loss has occurred and it will take time to heal. The wound is still fresh. The grieving process has no timetable we all grieve differently.

Grieving is not something, we “get over,” it is something we “get through.” Getting over implies leaving behind, while getting through implies taking with you. I speak from experience. My wife and I have experienced the loss of two of our children. Yes, Thanksgiving is a day to give thanks. It is a time to reflect, and we are so thankful God has blessed our family with wonderful memories. Please be mindful of those around you who have suffered loss, and include them in your prayers and activities.

Life is short…
Psalm 39:4-5 New Living Translation (NLT)
4 “LORD, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.
Remind me that my days are numbered—
how fleeting my life is.
5 You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.
My entire lifetime is just a moment to you;
at best, each of us is but a breath.”


November 7, 2014 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , | Leave a comment

God Gave us a Girl!

When we couldn’t possibly be blessed any more,
God whispered, “A touch of heaven for you is in store.”
I have a great plan God said with a smile,
I will give you a gift but for only a while.
With a storm on the horizon and life in a whirl,
He wrapped her with charms God gave us a girl.

She will smother you with kisses her love never dies,
Masqueraded as a girl but an angel in disguise.
Tears that disable with the greatest of ease,
Only to be struck down with a terrible disease.
God had His own reasons who am I to contest?
When God gives His gifts He gives us His best.

Her life cut too short, who could have known,
But we must not forget she was only on loan.
And as much as we miss her, and sad she is gone,
Again we will see her, until then carry on.
To God be the glory is my only referral,
God knew what we needed so God gave us a girl. 🙂

~Danny  April 25, 2010


Holly Deaubé  (1979-1987)

October 20, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational, Poem | 5 Comments

The Pen of God

Our lives are a storybook, and no two books are the same.
We live our life but once; we have no one else to blame.
And though life is uncertain and our foundation quakes,
God’s hands are very steady. God does not make mistakes.

When the world begins to crumble, right beneath our feet,
and everything goes wrong and we’re on a dead-end street,
God has a plan for us, and though our heart just breaks,
He controls all that happens. God does not make mistakes.

But as we read each chapter, we can see beyond the veil.
God did not allow our trials just for us to fail.
He planned each trial and setback; He knows what it takes
to grow in faith with trouble. God does not make mistakes.

For every storm and tempest, whether now or in due season,
God planned every step, though it makes no rhyme or reason.
Because he holds the pen, and although our heart just aches,
God is the author of our faith. God does not make mistakes.

And when our life begins to fade and clouds turn to gray,
remember we’re but dust, formed from the potter’s clay.
Although life has not been easy, and yes we have heartaches;
God does nothing by accident. God does not make mistakes.

All of us are storybooks written by God’s hand,
yet we question what He writes when we do not understand.
In time, it will all make sense to us, when the world awakes.
God’s pen has no eraser. God does not make mistakes.


October 1, 2014 Posted by | Poem | , , , | 3 Comments

A Father’s Perspective

“When God measures a man, He puts the tape around the heart instead of the head.” ~Unknown~

When I was in seventh grade, I was taking a class in drafting. At the end of each year, our teacher would submit drawings, in each classification, and judged at the Arts Exhibit. One of the many drawings chosen was mine. It was a two-point perspective. In the two-point perspective, there are two points, from which the objects lines radiate from; the sides of the object vanish to one of the two vanishing points on the horizontal line. I can definitely see a parallel here.

Life can be seen from different perspectives depending on where we are. To the poor starving orphan in Bangladesh, life may seem hopeless and not worth living. However, through the eyes of a college student here in the most prosperous country in the world, life is very promising. What makes the difference? It is our perception. Those who have survived the concentration camps of Auschwitz, Dachau or Treblinka have a different perspective on life than we who have never experienced the atrocities and viewed humanity at its worse. Their love of life seems superior to those who have experienced a less brutal perspective. Their experience has defined perseverance. The mountaineer who is familiar with exhaustion fighting the freezing cold, rough terrain and oxygen deprivation and survives to make it to the top, is rewarded with exhilaration and satisfaction. The view from the summit is well worth the days and weeks of pain and struggle to get there.
As the saying goes, “No pain, no gain” is true. Not until we have experienced the trials, struggles, and pain found in the deep valleys of life, can we behold the beauty viewed from the mountain’s perspective. It is there, where the air is rare and few will ever breathe it. There is Savior who can lead us through our deepest valleys and guide us out of our deepest fears.
No matter where our perspective lies, it falls utterly short from God’s viewpoint. We must rely upon his unique position and perspective as Creator of the universe and his eternal view outside of time where no vanishing points exist.


September 22, 2014 Posted by | Faith | Leave a comment

I Picked You!

When I was a young lad in school, playing outdoor games were fun. I have vivid memories. The teacher would pick two captains, they would alternate picking one by one who they wanted on their team. It was fun for most of us, waving our hands, jumping up and down, and shouting “pick me!” It took only a game or two to find out who were the best and worst players. I was usually chosen early, but there was always that one person who was the last to be picked. Hardly a welcome to the recipient who was standing all alone, but chosen rather by default. Do you remember how they looked? Their head lowered, shoulders slumped forward, and their eyes looking down at their shoelaces. This was not a pleasant experience for them, and before long, succumbed to the inevitable reality they weren’t “good” enough to their peers.  Our self worth is often tied to our ability to perform tasks, therefore, our self-esteem begins the nose dive that crashes and burns.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be picked first! What would that do for your self-esteem!

You were hand-picked by God…

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place.When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.

          Psalms 139:13-16

God picked “whoever will,” to his team!  “WHOEVER WILL CALL ON THE NAME OF THE LORD WILL BE SAVED.” Romans 10:13.  You must answer His call to be on His team, or you will stand on your own… It’s your call. 🙂  “For man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7


August 17, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | Leave a comment

The Rainbow


I saw a rainbow the other day,

A sacred promise was on display;

I tried to follow it but it wouldn’t stay,

The closer I got the farther away…



July 29, 2014 Posted by | Poem | Leave a comment

A Moment in Time

The other day I was clearing some old brush and blackberries in our woods behind us. It was a beautiful morning, and I decided to do something unbecoming for a man of my age and stature. I just laid down flat on my back in the dirt, like a snow angel in winter, and looked straight up through the tall Douglas Fir trees that surrounded me. I could see the soft pillowed clouds floating effortlessly in the background of baby blue colored sky. I found it very peaceful and soothing to my senses. I could hear only the wind sifting through the shadows of grey, swaying large towering timbers one way and then the other in slow locomotion. I laid there as if I was paralyzed, trying to become one with the earth. With my hands at my sides, I dug my fingers into the earth trying to submerse myself in the moment.

Thru natures sky light, sun rays looking like fairy dust pierced through the evergreens, announcing the sun’s imminent return to the western sky. I felt frozen in time for a brief moment. Faint echo’s from a distance, summoned the journey of a winged platoon of unruly and yet synchronized flock of geese headed in the northerly direction. I could best describe them as a symphony of tone deaf critters honking their own horns. While I was searching thru the trees to identify my winged friends, two wayward geese flew directly overhead on their way to a distant rendezvous.

We Christians, of all people, should be “honking” our horns. Time is short. Jesus is coming soon! Our desire for sharing our faith is not just a call, it is a warning. There is still hope in a world that is hurting. Just as we recognize the ducks and geese on their yearly pilgrimage, faithful Christians should be gathering up our flock. Our rendezvous is not on this earth, it is in heaven.

“For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we  ever with the Lord.” 1 Thess. 4:16-17

~Danny   September 14, 2010

July 22, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | Leave a comment

Our Tribute To Holly

Remember all the times we laughed, the times we played;

The times we held your hand, when you were afraid?

Remember when we got the call;

The first thing you did, you started to bawl?

Remember, it was Awana night,

You were all prepared, and we held you tight?

Off we went on that helicopter ride,

You were scared and so was I;

You with those big beautiful eyes;

They searched the earth and under the skies:

And remember those big earphones you wore;

The fun we had while you held the door?

Oh, what beautiful scenery that day;

Remember the buildings, the people, and yes UCLA?

You touched the hearts of all who were there (and you know who);

From the Doctor’s to the nurses of the ICU (not to mention, you touched us too!)

Holly, you made us so proud,

God’s treasure to us he has allowed;

More  precious than a ruby or a pearl,

You will always be our little girl:

No more suffering, no more pain,

In His arms you shall remain;

His little lamb, you shall be,

up upon the masters knee:

We  can trust our Father, though we don’t understand;

But this we know for certain, it’s in the Master’s plan:

And now you have entered into heaven’s door;

The place we’re all looking for:

But not until we’ve left this place,

Can we see him face to face.

We love you Holly, we’ll see you again!

Bellflower Brethren Church, Memorial Service

~Danny    January 4, 1988

July 16, 2014 Posted by | Poem | Leave a comment

This is Heavy!

    Birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, and appointments.  It all involves time and preparation.  Our lives consists of places to go, people to see, and deadlines to meet.   We are a people on-the- go, we are on a mission…we are driven.We live in terms of seconds, minutes, hours, days, years and etc.  There is a constant ticking away of our lives, our internal clock is set on countdown.   It has begun, and it will end.  We are born on time,  live on time and we will die on time.   We live our entire lives as a blip on a timeline.  The whole existence of mankind can be described as bold hyphen on an extended timeline with one arrow pointing in the future direction.  This timeline has a beginning(creation) but  it has no end.  It is along this line we live, laugh, cry, and eventually  die.

As humans, we have a  past and a future, but we always live and have our  being  in the present.    Every day we live, we live in the present,  yesterday was the past,  it’s over.  Tomorrow is not  here yet. We are bound in the confines of  time.    God on the other hand has no restrictions or restraints.  There is no past or future, he exists in the present….. the now.  God exists outside of time,   he created its very existence.   For God, there is no passage of time. Time affects only the physical world, not the spiritual realm.  Therefore God has no beginning nor does he have an end.  He does not live, he exists.  God is self sustaining,  his existence depends on no one.  He is God and he is God alone. When we step out of time, we step into eternity.

Where will you spend eternity?  There is only two choices, and this choice will be made on the timeline.  Choose life in Jesus Christ.  He came from  outside of time (Heaven), to be born  in time (Earth).   He came to  redeem a fallen race…you and me.  He desires a personal relationship with us.   Yes, us!  You and God himself,  the creator!  The great “I AM.” Will you take up his invitation, or will you refuse?  The choice is yours! Choose Life.


July 9, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | Leave a comment

Ants for Lunch

In the late 1980’s, I had the privilege to share my faith with a Jewish family down the block, after the loss of their daughter, from a drug overdose. The mother of this family and friend was a believer. Holly, our only daughter, had died just two years earlier in 1987. I shared an analogy about ants, we’ll call Ants for Lunch. Later that week, my wife and I were asked to attend the memorial service. After the solemn service, we drove to the nearby cemetery grave site to give our last respects to the young twenty-six-year-old mother of two. As the internment ceremony concluded, my friend asked me to my surprise, to share with the other fifteen or so, mostly Jewish mourners, about the “Ant story” I had told earlier that week.  I acted puzzled  (I didn’t know how this would play out with a group of Jewish people). “Remember, the story you told us about the ants,” she reminded. “Oh, yes,” I said, “I do remember.” I began……

“What if you went on a long awaited picnic with the family to a neighborhood park. After finding a nice green grassy spot under the shade of one of the large trees, you lay out a blanket on the ground and place the homemade sandwiches you made along with the salads, chips, drinks and etc. Before too long, a large colony of ants with their families crash the party. What would you do? Would you politely ask the unexpected ‘guests’ to leave the premises immediately and find somewhere else to have their own picnic? No, of course not! Why? Because they wouldn’t understand you! If you wanted to talk to the ants, what would you have to do?” Immediately an eerie silence ensued, I had their full attention, except for a few rolling their eyes, some of which must have thought, “Who invited this Gentile to the party?”

I answered quickly before they had a chance to pick up any stones to hurl at me, “You would have to become an ant! Then you could communicate with them.  The group must have thought to themselves, “Where is he going with this, and when is this over?” I then posed this question. “If God wanted to talk to us, what would He have to do?” Out from the crowd came “Become a man!” Amen! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord, I thought to myself. Yes! I exclaimed. God became a man (Jesus Christ), to talk to us, to become one of us, and communicate from God to man. To my amazement, no stones were thrown (metaphorically speaking), they were very gracious, and I sensed a feeling of solidarity.  Whether any minds were changed that day remains to be seen. It is not my responsibility to change hearts and minds, that’s the job of the Holy Spirit! 🙂


June 30, 2014 Posted by | Faith, Inspirational | 1 Comment

The Silence Is Deafening

As I work to clear up the woods on our property. I sometimes get preoccupied with getting things done, and I forget to stop, look and listen. I often look up from beneath those tall Douglas Firs that canvas the back of our property. I am hypnotized with the gentle swaying in unison, with an occasional reaching out and brushing up against one another like a tender kiss. With rich powdery clouds floating under an ever changing back drop of soft blue. I listen and gaze through the maze of firs and oaks, each with their own distinct character. Aged with coarse bark by weathering the harsh winters of the past. Their ranks have diminished, they stand alone as a monument to their steadfastness. I am captivated by their charm.

A couple younger adolescence are caught in limbo between heaven and earth leaning on this mature oak tree with her branches spread out like nurturing arms as if to cradle the little ones. They have not fared well with their quest for maturity. This ancient oak has not only managed to survive, but also to add support to the younger saplings. Those that I see standing has weathered the storms and diseases. The fallen trees which are plenty has not been as fortunate. Why has some trees fallen, both great and small, and yet others have survived and thriving? There is a reason! Trees have a story to tell, are we listening?

Behind our property is a forest laden with tall firs. About three years ago they were harvested for timber. All the trees were cut down. The trees in the forest behind us were shielding our trees from the winds, rain and storms. Almost 2 years ago we had a particular wet winter, and extremely high winds. We lost over 40 trees. As a young fir tree grows its roots does not grow downward. It grows mostly outward. As these seedlings began its early growth it was sheltered from the elements. It must experience the storms, rains and the winds. Through these experiences the tree benefits. When the tree is showered with rain, the soil beneath it is softened as its roots search for water. As the tree is blown back and forth by the wind its roots are able to grow deep in the soil. Without this, the tree will not survive when the harsher weather hits. With each storm it encounters, it becomes stronger, and able to withstand the severe storms to come. If trees are sheltered, they will not experience the grounding they need to survive the test of time.

Do you see where I am going? As Christians it’s not if, but when the storms of life come, we must go through them, not to be shielded from them. It is not a pleasant experience, but one we must prevail. It is during these trials that we grow in our spiritual life the most. God offers us peace in the storm along with his promise not leave us or forsake us. We need our roots to be grounded deep. The next storm is not far off, and it will come soon enough. I Cor. 10:13 reminds us, “No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.”

Those who have gone through the trials of life, like the tall Oak tree, can offer support to those experiencing turbulence times. The Body is full of tall Oak trees that we all look up to. They are giants, pillars that have endured. Their trials are like watermarks after the floods has receded, they leave an indelible mark. Worn as a badge, and honored worthy to be used of God. Tap the sap, it is the life blood of the tree.

You know who sends the winds, rain, and storms? The same one who brings the trials in our lives. Not to break us, but to build us up, not to discourage us, but to encourage us. You can learn much by nature. Next time you see a tall old tree remember it has survived the storms. Listen and learn from the trees, ….. the silence is deafening.

~Danny    October, 2009

June 26, 2014 Posted by | Faith | Leave a comment

Peg Leg Red

I live up in the mountains in Northwest Oregon in the quaint city of Monroe. I have noticed in the past three weeks a new visitor to the two large bird feeders outside my kitchen window. This visitor is not the average bird you would expect to see munching on my black sunflower seeds encased in a circular wire mesh. I have named this red-headed sparrow affectionately Peg Leg Red, which best describes him. Actually, I look forward each day to see my little friend, and he visits us several times a day.

As the name suggests, one of his legs are disabled. His little leg is straight and petrified at his side and is three times the size of his other leg. My little buddy is free to eat at my house anytime he wishes, he needs no invitation, and I am most honored. Of course,  he is not the only creature I have seen in nature that has suffered a disability. I have seen pigeons walking around on peg legs scavenging for food at a variety of places. I’m a softy, and I love animals, especially birds. You could call me a “bird whisperer.” I have raised all kinds of birds in my lifetime, and they like others with similar deformities are not unusual in the animal kingdom.

But what caught my attention was their work ethic. Every animal you see in the wild with a disability are alive because they have two choices, either they work to find food or they perish. They must find food at all costs, in whatever condition they are in, they MUST adapt, it’s the law of the jungle.

We humans are more compassionate…sometimes. I have no problem with people who are disabled and need to be taken care of, but far to many able bodied people are living their lives on disability or unemployment. We are not doing anyone a favor by supporting their habit, and believe me, it becomes a habit. Becoming comfortable living on the roll of the government has become an epidemic. We have lost our pride, dignity, and our self-respect. I am ashamed how our country has become a nation of entitlements, while we treat our veterans,  and wounded warriors,  who have served our country with distinction and honor with disrespect by not taking care of them in a timely manner.

We can learn a lesson from Peg Leg Red and his comrades. They survive because they must. I am almost certain that Peg does not complain about how life is so unfair. He gets up early in the morning each day with song in his heart, and  joyfully ventures out in quest of his diet of black sunflower seeds. He is certainly doing his best in spite of his circumstances, and if I can make his life a bit easier  I am more than happy to help out the little fella! 🙂

~Danny   June 16, 2014

June 16, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | Leave a comment

A Father’s Day Plea

As  Father’s Day approaches, I must admit, sometimes fathers get a bad rap. Fathers and fatherhood are often portrayed in the media as stupid, dumb, and out of touch, that is if you believe the sit-com and TV commercials. For the most part, we are loving and intelligent people despite what you may see and hear on TV. Our roll as fathers are often diminished and made fun of, and are fodder for jokes. I  am sick of  fathers being stereotyped as such.  We have feelings,  and unfortunately we don’t share them as often as we should.  Most of us take our job as fathers very seriously. We feel pain, we hurt, and contrary to popular opinion, we do cry, though mostly in private.  Please don’t judge a father by his outward appearance because in of all of us lives a little “Teddy Bear.”

To our children, we are Superman, Mr. fix it, and Mr. Know it, all in one. To a little girl, her father is her hero, protector, and “Knight in shining armor.” To a boy, he is a man’s man, a mentor, a giant among men who can beat up any other kids dad.  We are not perfect, nor do we claim to be. We are human and we probably fail as often as we get it right. We try to lead by example, and sometimes we fail miserably. But don’t equate failure with weakness. Someone who has never failed has never tried. Anyone can be a father, but not everyone becomes a dad. The title “Daddy, or Poppa” is not given lightly.  It is earned by not what you say, but what you do, and believe me, kids know the difference!

I would like to address a sensitive issue here. Often on Mother’s Day we are reminded about birth and those special mothers who have lost children. I concur, mothers have more “skin in the game” when it comes to birth and nurturing. But seldom have I ever heard about fathers who have lost children on Father’s Day. Fathers grieve just as well as mothers.  I  find in my own person experience, emotions are the gateway to the soul.  We may look stoic and unaffected on Father’s Day, but deep inside wells up a great  sense of pride, gratitude, and thankfulness.

There is no greater honor for a man than when he answers to the name of  “Daddy,” for it is a sacred trust. We may not measure up to this world’s standards, but when God measures a man, He puts the tape around the heart instead of the head. To all fathers, I salute you on this coming Father’s Day, and keep up the good work! 🙂


June 11, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | 3 Comments

Coming Home

“Home is the place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.”
~John Ed Pearce~

The words “Coming Home” automatically brings a sense of nostalgia.  One of my first thoughts is of my childhood home. For years, I wanted to go back and visit our house in Long Beach, California, and walk through its doors that held so many childhood memories. The mere sight of my home brought back vivid memories of a time when life was simple. Though our small two bedroom home was quite small for a family of six, it’s memories overflowed beyond its property lines. Coming home has a different meaning to different people.  As we get older, memories tend to fade, except for those that are very significant. A new set of memories begin when we move from home to home, but we never forget our first home, and neither will we forget our last, ever. I look back fondly, but how often do we look forward to our last home? Our last home..?  I’m referring to our eternal home. Will it be in expectation or in trepidation?

W. A. Criswell, pastor of the great First Baptist church in Dallas, Texas, told a story about a faithful missionary couple who returned to the United States on the same ship that brought Teddy Roosevelt, home from a safari in Africa. The reporters and photographers were on the dock waiting for Roosevelt to interview him and to take pictures. However, nobody was on hand to welcome home the veteran missionaries who spent their lives serving Christ in Africa. That evening in their modest hotel room the couple reviewed their arrival in New York City. The husband was somewhat bitter. “It isn’t fair,” he said to his wife. “Mr. President Roosevelt comes home from a hunting trip and the whole country comes out to meet him and we come home after years of service and nobody was there to greet us.” His wife had the right answer. “Honey, we are not home yet!” 🙂


May 24, 2014 Posted by | Faith | Leave a comment

He Called Me By Name

I must admit, I’m not good at first names. It’s not because I’m growing old, I’ve always found it difficult to remember names. I am always impressed when someone remembers my name after just one meeting. How about someone who knows everything about you? How you feel, your hurts, goals, failures, joys, and all those ugly things in your life you would rather forget. Not only does God know all these things, and much more, but more astounding to me is that he loves me, in spite of me. All through the Bible God calls people by name. Adam, Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob to name a few. Unfortunately, many are called, but few are chosen.

February 4, 1974 God called me by name. He called to me at a time when I needed him the most. I was 26 years old. My life was spinning out of control. I wasn’t happy, and my marriage showed it. Why was I here? What was the purpose of my life? “Is this all there is…”, as the song goes? God met me where I was, not where I wanted to be. He knew what I was going through, and he called out to me. He called out many times in the past, but I was not listening.

Some have called him affectionately, the “Hound of Heaven,” and rightfully so, for he sought me out. He doesn’t call out from a lightning bolt, but with a quiet whisper. Have you heard it? Were you listening? Maybe it was a time in your life when you felt that no one cared or no one loved you. A time when you lost a loved one, you were lonely and needed someone who understood? Been there, done that. As we get older, the voice still calls out, but it grows dimmer each year.

Let’s face it, were not spring chickens anymore. There will be a time when that voice will no longer be heard because the world will drown it out. While that voice can be heard, don’t ignore it. Our lives are like a vapor, here for just a moment, like grass, soon withers and dies. His call requires an answer. I cannot speak for others, I can only speak for myself. God is awesome, he called me by name, he leads me by faith, and keeps me by grace. What a wonderful savior!

~Danny   June 4, 2010

May 18, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | Leave a comment

A Grieving Father

I am a member of a Grieving Fathers group on Facebook. We all share a common bond, loss of a child or children. Many questions remain unanswered for all of us. In some cases, a hatred for God dominates the discussion by blaming, cursing, and defaming. Everyone grieves differently, and I am the last to criticize others for whom to blame. Expressing our feeling is healthy and necessary part of the grieving process. Never the less, hatred can become a consuming fire, and if not extinguished, we risk the hazard of being burned or engulfed in flames.

The blame game always results not in winning but in losing. The wound will never heal, leaving a gaping sore that affects us for rest of our lives. Is this what our loved ones desire or even deserve from us? It is a vendetta we will never win. I have found my energy can be best spent focusing on the wonderful memories of my beloved children.

With some, trust in God may bear witness in the foxholes during hard times. To others, it comes and goes at will, depending on our whims. If life is good, we are happy. If we are experiencing trials, struggles, and even loss, we blame God. We tend to see life only in black and white, and not in shades of grey. I am not religious person. In fact, I abhor “religion.” I am a Christian, meaning, I have a personal relationship with God. I talk to Him in prayer, He speaks to me through the Bible. I know the pain of losing children; I have skin in this game. I have found peace, contentment, and gratitude to God who has given my wife and me four wonderful children to love and care for though two only for a very short period.


May 15, 2014 Posted by | Faith | Leave a comment

Three Kinds of Different

A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin, five, and Ryan, three. The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake. Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson. “If Jesus was sitting here, He would say, ‘let my brother have the first pancake; I can wait.”‘ Kevin turned to his younger brother and said, “Ryan, you be Jesus!”

Here is a cute story that we all can relate to with each of the three characters. First, a mother is trying to teach her two young boys both a moral and spiritual lesson. This is probably not the first time these boys have argued over such things. Her motives are pure. The opportunity is at hand, and the teaching moment begins.

Kevin, the older brother is the ringleader of this gang. His only desire is to get the first pancake. Kevin is impatient, and listens to his mother’s narrative from the perspective of his stomach and not his heart. Therefore, he tries the art of trickery on his younger brother Ryan, the unsuspecting victim.

Although Ryan’s answer is unknown, I suspect little Ryan chose to be Jesus and waited. We all are an impatient people. We want things now and waiting is not an option! Jesus calls us to be different (special, unusual). Which kind of different are you? Are you one who tries to find a spiritual lesson in everyday life and then apply it? Do you find yourself a little impatient and the first to point it out in others, but fail to practice it in your own life? Maybe you are like Ryan, and want to be like Jesus? I think if we are honest, we are all a little of all three!

As Christians, being different should be the norm. God wants us to stand out in the world. How do we expect our light to shine if we are busy hiding it. Being different gets attention from others, and the attention it brings may change a life forever. 🙂

~Danny    May 8, 2014

May 8, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | Leave a comment

What is Life?

“Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but to those who love, time is eternity.”

~Henry Van Dyke~

Life is more than a piece of land, striking it rich, or cash in hand;

It’s more than whether you are number one,  who you are, what you’ve done,

It’s living life the best you can, whether you’re a woman, or whether you’re a man.

Life is like the  sifting  sand, a clock with an hour, minute, and a second hand;

Time waits for no one, you can be sure, and once it begins, there is no detour,

Pick your time wisely and not let it be said , “He wasted his time, and now he’s dead.”

Life is uncertain, our future unknown, but some things in life cannot be postponed;

It is all up to you, when you take your last breath, will you choose life, will you choose death?

To all who are willing, God’s invitation is clear, “Come unto me, while I am still near.”

           “There is a pathway that seems right to a man, but in the end it’s a road to death.”        Proverbs 14:12

May 7, 2014

May 7, 2014 Posted by | Life and Death, Poem | Leave a comment

Four Leaf Clover Rap

Life isn’t like a four leaf clover, luck comes when we start all over, no such thing luck just appear’in, it comes when we do the right steer’in, can’t find peace our mind is spin’in, or can we find grace in the life we’re liv’in, stop with the sin’in, God’s in the business of forgiv’n, listen to what I’m tryin to tell ya, not push’in drugs or tryin to sell ya, ain’t no gangsta just a chill’in, Jesus gives me peace life’s fulfill’in, don’t get me wrong I’m not complain’in, Jesus in my life he’s self sustain’in, love ya man, your my bro, just tell’in what I know!

Life is short, time to get mov’in, Jesus is the way he self improv’in, better make the choice before yer dy’in, Jesus is the way, there’s no deny’in, take it to the bank and that ain’t ly’in, it ain’t easy but if ya will’in, choose a life without the kill’in, don’t want to make ya out a villain, do right it’s self fulfill’in, stop the fight’in, dyin and steal’in, or do’in drugs, shoot’in and deal’in, doesn’t sound very much appeal’in, hear me now before ya get moan’in, there’s a better day better than ston’in Jesus in your life he’s aton’in don’t procrastinate and be postpon’in, all reap what we been sow’in, just tell’in ya what I’ve been know’in!

Let me finish with this I’m yearn’in, make the choice and not be burn’in, remember what y’all been learn’in, don’t forget to be discern’in follow Jesus and not be turn’in, don’t fear God without ya know’in, he loves ya man, ain’t that a show’in, Jesus at the door is knock’in, open up, or send ’em walk’in, cursed is the man who’s do’in the mock’in, listen now bro who’s do’in the talk’in, no need to do’in  the stalk’in, time to end this rapp’in, clap your hands and see what happ’in, let you go with this I’m know’in, he’ll wash ya clean and white as snow’in, he paid the price, choose life in Jesus Christ!


March 5, 2011

April 30, 2014 Posted by | Rap | Leave a comment

Living Life Between The Speed Bumps


The value of speed bumps on streets are obvious.   They are there to slow us down.   They serve their purpose well.  Let’s apply speed bumps  to let’s say to  our lives.  The correlation is an interesting one.  Let’s face it there is no fast track or short cut to success.   What then  is success?  Is success a large bank account?  Is it a beautiful home, notoriety, happiness  or  fame?   There are many in the corporate world today that have attained  all of these and more,  and yet remain unsatisfied.    The speed bumps  are there  to slow us down,  make us think,  and contemplate those deep thoughts.   Knowing where you’ve been,  and  where you are going is essential  in determining  your direction and progress along the way.

We must make decisions along this road to success,  some of which are  easy, while others are quite difficult.  None of these decisions  involve riches,  fame  or accomplishments.     It’s much more intrusive.  Why am I here?  What is my purpose for living?  What a terrible sequence of events if at the end of our journey,  we find we’ve been traveling on the wrong road,  in the wrong direction!   What is most important to us is the moment  we  take our  last  breathe.   It  is not remembering  the question … it’s knowing  the answer.

All of us without exception are traveling on one of two  roads.  The most important road we will ever take is found in the Scriptures, Matt. 7: 13-14.  One  road has a  gate which is wide and the road is a broad one.  It is badly worn and  traveled widely.   Many have traveled this road in the past, and many more are sure to come in the future.  The end leads to destruction.  But on the other road, the gate is small and the road is narrow.  Not much traffic on this one because it is so narrow,  and only a few will  find it.  This road leads to life.

Choose Life!

November 29, 2010


April 28, 2014 Posted by | Faith | Leave a comment

You and Me

You and me, born to be;

Together in, eternity:

Without a doubt, you can see;

That you would not leave me:


I was young, you did speak;

You were not, hard to seek;

I learned that, you would die;

How you really love me:


Along the way, I grew cold;

Not because, I was told:

You did not, love me so;

But you died to claim me:


I was wed, wife and I;

We had kids, thought I’d die:

I wasn’t all ,I hoped to be;

But you came to save me:


In my heart, I had sin;

I confessed, you came in:

Now I am, born again;

Your precious blood redeemed me:


Thru the years, you’ve been good;

Not that I even should,

deserve what, you have done;

Praising God, the three in one:


In the thick, In the thin;

I was down, you stepped in:

Took the cross, in my place;

Soon I’ll see you, face to face:


Trumpet sound, breaking ground;

Dead will rise, no surprise:

Meeting him, in the air;

Grace and mercy, everywhere:


What a day, that will be;

Finding you, finding me:

Together in, eternity;

Jesus come, come quickly:


July, 2007

April 28, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational, Poem | 1 Comment

Empty is the Grave (I Am Alive)

A silent little mound, a place we can immerse;

A quiet little prayer, a quiet little verse:

Don’t spend your time in sorrow, while you look upon my grave;

You did the very best you could, but now you must be brave:


Please don’t be angry or sad, for what you must forbear;

My absence is but a reminder, life isn’t always fair;

Peaceful is the resting place, and hallow is the ground;

But please don’t look down here for me, here I won’t be found:


This body is only the house I dwell, and when it is put to rest;

It’s just my earthly baggage I left, that earth and worm infest:

My home is no longer here my love, I dwell in the heaven’s above;

Where pain and sorrow has no place,  just peace,  joy, and love.


I’m only here just passing through, a place of no compare;

And once I reach the other shore, I’ll pray for you a prayer:

So search no more in this earthly realm,  just as Jesus said;

“For I am among the living, I am not among the dead:”


So raise up your head in beauty gaze, and look up in the air;

For there is where you’ll find me, secure and in His care.

I did not see this coming, nor could I know the joy;

For when I opened up my eyes, no human could destroy:


There He was in all His glory, looking in my eyes;

The hurt and pain was well worth it, to dwell where no one dies:

His gentle smile with hands open wide, He held me to his breast;

“A job well done my faithful one, come join me in my rest:”


So when you look up in the sky, please remember this;

I will be looking down on you, and blowing you a kiss:

Until we meet again one day, we’ll have to say good-bye;

And carry on until we meet, then I’ll teach you how to fly:


Get rid of all your mourning clothes, and put on your very best;

And enjoy the time  we had together, will be my only request:

And should you feel a yearning, way down deep instead;

Just replace it with a great big smile, I am alive, not dead.


~Dan Deaubé  July, 2008















April 27, 2014 Posted by | Life and Death, Poem | Leave a comment

Thanks for the Memories

Hugs and squeezes, with time out from strange diseases
Teddy bears, bedtime prayers, maybe a game of musical chairs
Little girl things like hugs and kisses, “I love you,” and birthday wishes
“You’re it,” and funny faces, hide and seek in different places
Piggy back rides, playground slides, jungle gym, and the brothers Grimm
Hop scotch, Sesame Street, Halloween and trick or treat
Mother goose, and nursery rhymes, those were the good old times.

Never took ballet classes, danced with boys or wore glasses
Nor had the chance, to kiss a boy or have romance
No pig tails, make up, or some braces, and growing in all the right places
Big girl things, like boyfriends, holding hands, and high school rings
No nylons, training bras, or tall high heels, never bought a set of wheels
Or beauty salons, lipstick, or a manicure, but sadly never found a liver cure
No shower, wedding, or a set of dishes, and no hope of becoming Mr. and Mrs.
These are what I will never see, and neither will it ever be.

Happy Birthday Sweetheart! See you in the “spring…”

~Danny    April 25, 2013

April 12, 2014 Posted by | Poem | , | Leave a comment


I just attended a memorial service this morning for very dear friend of mine.  As I get older,  services such as these are more common. I have found almost without exception  these words repeated over and over again, “It was so sudden.” Even when it is not sudden, when it’s expected, we are never prepared for death. Death is final here on this planet. If you have a personal relationship with Jesus, death is not the end, it only the beginning!

We will never get use to finality. When we watch any kind of sports on TV or in person, the buzzer indicates the game is over or the scorecard proclaims the game is finished. But is it really over? Tomorrow, next week or next season, it begins once again.  In Death, there is no replays, timeouts, or overtime. Nothing gets our attention more than death. It brings a bit of reality back into our lives, even if it for only a few days or weeks. Death is very real, and we better deal with it now while we are alive, rather than wait until it deals with us.

Michael Faraday, the great scientist, was ill. When it became evident his sickness would soon result in his death, a group of fellow scientists came to see him–not so much to talk about science as to talk about death. One of them said. “Mr. Faraday, what are your speculations about your future?” With evident surprise to them, he replied, “Speculations? I have none. I am resting on certainties.” Then he quoted  2 Tim. 1:12: “For I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.”

How certain are you? How do you see your faith? Is it irrational, a leap in the dark? Is it a religious faith, always striving to make right by your self-righteous acts? Or is it as described here (Heb. 11:1) “sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see…”

We have little control over many things in life, but each of us can control what happens after death. It is predicated upon what we do before we die. My dear friend’s service was a celebration, not a funeral.  She was a believer, and as Christians, “…we grieve not like the world that has no hope” (I Thessalonians. 4:13). You see, she knew Jesus, and claimed this verse:

“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. For we believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.                     I Thessalonians 4:13-14 (NIV)

“Death is the vehicle God uses to get us from here to where we are going. Before you take that ride, make sure you know in what direction you are heading.” Don’t let death catch you unprepared, heaven is a place for prepared people.

~Danny    April  4, 2014

April 5, 2014 Posted by | Life and Death | Leave a comment

My Testimony



    On Feb 4, 1974 Bonnie and I went forward in a small little church in Long Beach, California.  We asked Jesus to come into our hearts, forgive  our sins, and change our lives.  That he did and still is.  Little did we know, it would turn out to be one wild ride, and this ride isn’t over yet!

Life as a new Christian is not for sissies. Is the Christian life a “bed of roses?”  Well, with the roses… comes the thorns; with the sun… comes the rain. And so it is with trials, its offspring produces spiritual growth.  This growth is cultured in the wallpaper of adversity.  The Christian life is not a pleasure cruise. One cannot just sit back and partake of the benefits and yet refuse to drink of  the cup.  Life doesn’t always flow like calm smooth waters.  Sooner or later the rapids will come, the falls will appear, and all we can do is hold on for the ride! The question is……who are you holding on to?

In 1975, Stephen, our 2nd son was born.  Stephen, a cute cuddly little baby boy was not growing and he was itching all the time.  After 2 yrs of numerous bur-ages of tests, he was diagnosed with a rare liver disease.  Early on the doctor told us…”There was no hope or cure.  Take him out and have a good time.”   It was quite a sobering statement delivered to a young Christian couple who anticipated bright futures for their children.  Life now took on a new meaning.  The world looked different somehow,  words,  sounds and smells…. now priceless treasures.   Liver transplants were considered “experimental”, and Doctors were practicing on pig livers; therefore our insurance would not cover them. The whitewater churning beneath our boat begins its unsteady prelude to the rapids!

Bonnie and I asked the doctor if we could have more children. “Have my blessings, he said, its one in a million to have another child with liver disease.”  Two  years later, in 1979 God blessed us with a soft pink little angel we named her Holly Marie. We were ecstatic!   A girl is a rarity in the Deaube’ families, so we embellished the bragging rights.  A couple weeks later while at the doctor’s office for her routine visit, abruptly the doctor blurted out… “Stop… she’s got it too.” Our hearts sank like a rock, a feeling of queasiness settled within us.  We could hear the sound of the approaching falls just ahead! Our boat had just sprung another leak and was taking on water! Where was God when we need him? Where was he when it hurts?  God was beside us, at the helm, in the Captain’s chair! No bailing ship or life vests necessary, he was in complete control…… he always was.

Our faith will be tested from time to time.  Our lives are on display in the “theater” of God. Is our faith real, or artificial?  Is our faith exhibited in the very life we live or is it just meaningless words we speak?  The eyes of believers, non believers and even hosts of angels are watching with anticipation. Will we trust him when the dark for-boding clouds appear on the horizon, when life gets difficult, and answers are few? Most of us will never know for sure until that day arrives.  Be assured, if you are alive and breathing, it will come.

Eight years later, in 1987 liver transplants were being successfully done on human beings.  God gave Stephen, Holly, and us a priceless gift…time.  Stephen and Holly had their transplants that year. Stephen’s transplant was successful, God is good!  Holly’s two transplants were unsuccessful and at 8 1/2 years old she left us prematurely.  God is good! Circumstances doesn’t change God’s goodness.    In early 2008, 20 years later, our son Stephen needed another transplant due to a Hepatitis C virus attacking his liver.  He contracted this virus from blood transfusions given during  surgery in 1987.  The virus was now actively destroying  his liver.  Could God have prevented this? Yes!  Could God heal him? Definitely!  Could God provide him with a life saving liver?   Most certainly!   God has a plan in everything he does.  It’s not necessary that we understand his plan, it is necessary that we trust his plan.  On May 1, 2008, while waiting for his new liver at the age of 32 Stephen reunited with his little sister Holly.

Why her…why him… why me… why us?  Why not? Just because we are Christians does not exempt us from the tragedies of life, but it will add shoe leather to our walk.  So-called tragedies in life are often disguised as opportunities for us to shine for him.  I believe God picks his fruit, when they are ripe. Some ripen earlier than others. God loans us his garden to grow his crop, and when they are just ripe, he picks them one by one, by his will and to his delight, not ours! Our job is to prepare them for the harvest.    Over the falls we went, but not out of his reach.  You see, we had to go over the falls before we understood we were under his control. Our boat finds rest upon the reflective ripples on the pool below, although a bit battered, never-the-less firmly anchored.

Bonnie and I have been told by Christian friends and acquaintances, “I couldn’t go through what you have.”  Wrong.  God has been the only constant in our  entire lives,  and Jesus has been our common denominator. Who else can you turn to? There are not door #1, #2,or #3 to choose from.  There is but one coherent choice, and his question to us was….  Do you trust me?  It was a no brainier, how could we not.

It is said, the safest place in a hurricane is its center, the eye.  In the midst of the hurricane there is eerie calmness, while outside, chaos and destruction runs its course.  When we enter the storms of life, even there, in the midst of the storm, God gives us peace and security.  Nothing can harm us, nor trial be set us, or pain endure us that God has not approved it.  God will never burdened us with more than we can bear.  These events and uncertainties in our lives not only have bonded our marriage and commitment to one another, but it drew us under the shadow of his wings, a place of comfort and security that the world does not, nor can offer. This world offers no hope or finality, except the grave. Our hope, unlike the worlds is found at the empty tomb.

The Christian life is composed of high mountain to deep valley experiences; from peaceful waters to stormy seas, none of which this voyage we ride alone, for he who holds the universe in the palm of his hand is the same hands that steer the ship! Are you sinking?  Is your boat taking on water?  If so, drop your anchor, release your burdens and come on aboard.  Our Captain has everything under control!

One of the verses that sustained us during our whole ordeal with both Holly and Stephen, and one of my favorite verses is:1 Cor. 10:13   There is no temptation taken you but such is common to man, but God is faithful who will not suffer you to be tempted above that you are able, but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that you may be able to bear it.God is good, is he not?   Amen!

First Baptist Church, Junction City, Oregon

~Danny    September 12, 2010

April 3, 2014 Posted by | My Testimony | Leave a comment

The God of the Storm

Have you ever watched a lightning storm? It is very frightening and intimidating. We tend to run for cover if there is such a place, to get a glimpse at this spectacular display of nature’s power, and we cringe under its enormous scope. Sometimes we forget storms are not just random acts that are unleashed at will, but they are under God’s sovereign control.

Natures God directs all of these elements and they too conform to His precise will. Elihu in the book of Job describes storms in part in chapter 37 in verses 9-13 as follows; “The stormy wind comes from its chamber, and the driving winds bring the cold. God’s breath sends the ice, freezing wide expanses of water. He loads the clouds with moisture, and they flash with his lightning. The clouds churn about at his direction. They do whatever he commands throughout the earth. He makes these things happen either to punish people or to show his unfailing love.”

In our spiritual lives, sometimes we cannot hide from storms, we must go through them though it may be painful. Some may be short lived, while others may drag on for days, weeks, or even years. No one said storms are easy, but often they are necessary. Storms in our lives are often teaching moments that draw us closer to God, and in the midst of our storms He is there. There are some things we learn on stormy seas that we never learn on calm smooth waters.  God  has something to teach us, and His love always drives His actions.

Yes, sometimes storms punish or correct people, but more often, they show us God’s unfailing love. Where else can God display His abiding love, better than, when we are in the depths of pain and suffering? It is only until we recognize, that it is He, who is controlling the storm, and sometimes, it is all we can do but draw close and find shelter in the arms of the “God of the storm.”


November 1, 2013

March 28, 2014 Posted by | Inspirational | Leave a comment