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On our way to Granby Colorado to serve the Lord in disaster relief. Many homes from last years fire were not completed due to winter. This is Flagstaff Arizona driving north on highway 89.

1. O God, You are my God, 
   And I will seek You so earnestly,
   My body and soul thirst after You,
   In a land that is so dry and weary.

2. I have seen You in the sanctuary,
   And beheld Your power and Your glory too.
3. Because Your love is better than life,
   My lips will praise and glorify You.

4. I will praise You as long as I live,
   I will lift up my hands unto Your name.
5. My soul satisfied as with rich food,
   Praise to You, my singing lips, proclaim.

The complete Psalms in Meter, by Ryan Stewart.
   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rmlfMYWyTk

Military Service…

On some air bases the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle.
One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, “What time is it?”
The tower responded, “Who is calling?”
The aircraft replied, “What difference does it make?”
The tower replied, “It makes a lot of difference.
If it is an American Airlines flight, it is 3 o’clock.
If it is an Air Force plane, it is 1500 hours.
If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells.
If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3.
If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it’s Thursday afternoon.”

Someone asked the question “what would you do if you found a scorpion in your tent?” to members of different branches of the military, and these are the responses he got.

Army said, “I’d step on it.”

The Marine said, “I would crush it with the heel of my boot.”

The Ranger said, “I’d smash its head, cut off its tail and eat it.”

Then Air Force said, “I would call room service, tell them to take it away, then ask why there is a tent in my hotel room.”

Some photos from our service…

Well, not us but our friend Bruce from Denver Colorado. Bruce is a legend in Colorado racing circles and a member of the Colorado Motorsports Hall of Fame. Any form of two wheels you can think of, Bruce has raced it, and some four wheeled vehicles also. He is a great Christian Brother. Bruce can also fix and or repair anything with a motor, build houses, do detail work and make it all look easy.  We had so much fun, vintage racing is so cool. Like senior rodeo, guys that can hardly move, limp, groan, look old, or otherwise look bad physically. They are transformed when the bikes come off the starting gate. They joke around, care for each other, fix each other’s machine, congratulate each other. We followed Bruce to his home, watched the sun set over the Rocky Mountains, had a very quiet night and good fellowship over morning coffee…

I found this a while back and liked it…Thought I might share it…

“I am a Christian and I don’t drink. I am also a pastor and ex-alcoholic. I need to make that disclaimer right up front.  Although it makes me biased, it also makes me an expert on this hotly debated issue.

Some of the worst “shudder moments” of my life have been under the influence, and as a pastor, some of the worst “shudder moments” I have witnessed in the lives of others have been because of alcohol. You have come too late to tell me it’s God’s best for a Christian to drink.

We are living in a church age where drinking has become “hipster” for some.  Christian young adults post pictures of their signature drink on Facebook. Middle-aged Christian women name drop their favorite brand of Pinot Grigio to impress their wine snob friends. Churches send direct-mail postcards that read, “Give our church a shot!” featuring an edgy shot glass graphic. Even some pastors drink. Not this one.

I stopped drinking when I became a Christian 26 years ago. No one told me to abstain. I just knew it would be contradictory and self-defeating to my relationship with Christ. I had given my life to follow Jesus and nothing was going to hinder my walk. For me, it was a no-brainer.

This article is not a theological defense on the topic of Christians and alcohol (another article for another time), but it is a heartfelt plea. I humbly ask you to table any knee jerk, pro-alcohol, fight-for-my-right-to-drink arguments that you have ever heard, or made, and prayerfully consider this list.”

50 reasons why I don’t drink:

1. I can’t be sober-minded if I’m not sober.
2. Alcohol has an assignment: destruction.
3. Alcohol is a depressant. Anything that depresses should be avoided at all costs.
4. I don’t want to make my brother or sister stumble in the name of exercising my “Christian liberties.” My choice to drink could lead to someone’s demise.
5. Alcohol skews my judgment.
6. Alcohol leaves me worse, not better.
7. What I do in moderation, my children will do in excess.
8. Even the unsaved know I shouldn’t drink. Bible in one hand, beer in the other — any lost person could point this out as a confusing contradiction.
9. Alcohol doesn’t bring others closer to the Lord when they see me drinking, but farther away.
10. Alcohol doesn’t bring me closer to the Lord when I drink, but farther away.
11. I want to be fully awake and ready for the return of Christ, not drowsy, sluggish and fuzzy.
12. Show me a family where alcohol has made a positive difference in their lives. You won’t be able to.
13. I have never heard anyone say, “Wow, that gin and tonic made me feel so Christ-like!”
14. I want to avoid all appearances of evil.
15. Alcohol makes it much harder for me to practice the fruit of self-control.
16. Alcohol causes me to lose my filter.
17. Alcohol is a mind-altering, legal drug.
18. Alcohol is addictive.
19. Alcohol is a numbing agent for pain and sorrow that only Jesus can heal.
20. Many regrets are associated with alcohol. (I can give you a whole bunch!)
21. No one has ever said, “If only I had taken a drink, things wouldn’t have gotten out of control.”
22. Alcohol causes me to act in ways I normally wouldn’t.
23. Alcohol kills brain cells.
24. Alcohol is a counterfeit, and provides a false peace.
25. The Bible says that no drunkards will enter the kingdom of God. Being drunk starts with one drink. I don’t want to see how far outside the lines I can color when eternity is at stake.
26. Alcohol is a waster – money, gifts and talents, destinies, etc.
27. Alcohol leads to really bad behavior. It is a factor in 50% of violent crimes.
28. Alcohol distracts and derails you from living the the victorious life for which Christ died.
29. Wisdom is the principle thing that I need to pursue at all cost; alcohol makes me stupid.
30. Alcohol has ruined many, many marriages.
31. The only influence I should be “under” is God’s.
32. The Bible tells me to be alert; alcohol delays my reaction time.
33. If I don’t start drinking, I’ll never have to stop.
34. Alcohol severely tarnishes my testimony.
35. Don’t want your teenagers to drink? Yep, same reasons apply to you.
36. God is holy; alcohol is not.
37. Alcohol and prayer don’t mix.
38. Alcohol and Bible study don’t mix.
39. Alcohol lowers my resolve to resist temptation.
40. Alcohol = Brokenness (broken lives, health, dreams, etc.)
41. When the world sees us drinking, it sends the message that Jesus isn’t enough.
42. Moderate drinking? How about moderate pornography or moderate heroin use or moderate lying or moderate adultery?
43. Christians are called to live a life of total surrender and separation from the world.
44. Alcohol makes me forget. It can make me forget that I am married, that I am saved, etc.
45. “I don’t get drunk. I only have one or two drinks.” If they didn’t affect you, you would drink soda.
46. I should never look to the glass or bottle for joy, which can only be found in the Lord Jesus Christ.
47. Alcohol fills my mind with impure thoughts.
48. If it could hinder my faith walk, love walk or dishonor the lordship of Jesus Christ, I need to forsake it.
49. Alcohol doesn’t help me run the race that Jesus has marked before me to finish with more accuracy. It does the polar opposite.
50. For any argument that tries to justify Christian drinking, there are at least 50 other reasons not to. The writing is on the wall. It’s not God’s best for Christians to drink.

I have been pondering these issues for some time now and thought I would write about it. Norm and I have been observing photos posted on social media sites, the dressing of some of the younger women in our own fellowship, our recent week spent at youth camp, and our visit to a local church in Edmond Oklahoma. Just this morning we read an article posting of the same subject on crosswalk.com regarding cleavage in church. We posted it to our FB site. At youth camp we explained and asked our girls to not dress inappropriately and they complied. But, they were also quick to point out the mega amount of girls that did not. We did not need the girls to show us what we could see for ourselves. I attended the morning briefing for all of our leaders every morning along with leaders from 21 other church’s. On day two, the camp leader said, “Dress code! Do I need to say more?” At which I replied firmly, “Yes, you do!” None of our adult leaders liked the fact that we had to point out the obvious to other church’s kids. After years of attending camp, the problem is getting worse, not better.

At church service this past Sunday, probably a couple thousand (?) in the service we attended. I mentioned to Norm, if I took a photo of some of the outfits that ladies wore and showed them around, and asked where do you think these were taken, I’m thinking church would not be on the short list. A lot of the men seem to have the opposite attitude. Making a minimal effort to dress at all. I have a theory that this is a road that Christians (?) have been travelling down for quite a while. The Bible no longer holds a special place in our hearts or our homes. We no longer have a reverence for God inwardly and it shows with our dress and our attitudes outwardly. Worship is also in question. Loud music, light shows, songs that are hard for older generations to sing. Our worship service yesterday was very much like the week at youth camp, loud, lights, and a Gospel message. I have no idea if this kind of service is honoring God. It seems that lots of professions of Faith are made, I wonder how many of those new believers go on to serve the Lord? I also ponder the thought of youth camps (lights, loud) services (called Worship) are the reason the college age kids leave the church. I know our service cannot compete with camp (lights and loud).

Just some rambling thoughts, and lots of pondering…

Little girls are the nicest things that happen to people. They are born with a little bit of angel–shine about them and though it wears thin sometimes, there is always enough left to lasso your heart—even when they are sitting in the mud, or crying temperamental tears, or parading up the street in mother’s best clothes.

A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny noises and frazzle your nerves, yet just when you open your mouth, she stands there demure with that special look in her eyes. A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.

God borrows from many creatures to make a little girl. He uses the song of a bird, the squeal of a pig, the stubbornness of a mule, the antics of a monkey, the spryness of a grasshopper, the curiosity of a cat, the slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten. And to top it off, He adds the mysterious mind of a woman.

A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small animals, dolls, make–believe, ice cream, make–up, going visiting, tea parties, and one boy. She doesn’t care so much for visitors, boys in general, large dogs, hand–me–downs, straight chairs, vegetables, snow suits, or staying in the front yard. She is loudest when you are thinking, prettiest when she has provoked you, busiest at bedtime, quietest when you want to show her off, and most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the best of you again.

She can muss up your home, your hair, and your dignity—spend your money, your time, and your temper—then just when your patience is ready to crack, her sunshine peeks through and you’re lost again.

Yes, she is a nerve–racking nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief. But when your dreams tumble down and the world is a mess, when it seems you are pretty much of a fool after all, she can make you a king when she climbs on your knee and whispers, “I love you best of all!”

Alan Beck.