Friday, May 3, 2013
I just wanted to post something in the way of explanation and apology, if you happened to see any of the comments on this site. I just logged in to this account for the first time in maybe 6 months, and discovered there were some very inappropriate links in the comments. I hope no one ran across these sites, and thank God I did not either. I have disabled comments for anyone except blog members, and all comments will have to be approved before they will be posted.
Again, I apologize if this has affected anyone here!
Keep pressing forward, and may God guide us each to the place He has for us to serve, even though the enemy may try to wreak havoc! He won't win this battle.
God bless, will write more here later!
Your brother in Christ,
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Wow, it's been way too long since there's been a post on here! I have been very busy, and so has everyone else who usually posts on here, it seems. I've been working with our family ministry quite a bit as well, (www.fountainsoflifeministries.org), which has been a huge blessing. Our Alaska mission trip is coming up next summer, and that has been very exciting to work with!
I just want to touch on something very quickly this morning, that is a burden on my heart, which I am seeking to do something about in my own life as quickly as I can.
You see, many of us struggle un-neccessarily with the enemy, when we could be walking an easier road, and having a greater degree of victory!
I can almost see your expession. 'Well, what's the secret then?'
Working for God.
You don't believe me?
I'll just let His ambassador say it, as she says it much better than I ever could.
"It is in working for others that they will keep their own souls alive. If they will become colaborers with Jesus, we shall see the light in our churches steadily burning brighter and brighter, sending forth its rays to penetrate the darkness beyond their own borders." --Historical Sketches, p. 291.
"My heart is often burdened because so many who might work are doing nothing. They are the sport of Satan's temptations." --9T p. 26.
"The completeness of Christian character is attained when the impulse to help and bless others springs constantly from within. It is the atmosphere of this love surrounding the soul of the believer that makes him a savor of life unto life and enables God to bless his work." --The Acts of the Apostles, p. 551.
"The world needs missionaries, consecrated home missionaries, and no one will be registered in the books of heaven as a Christian who has not a missionary spirit." --Review and Herald, Aug. 23, 1892.
I am amazed at how important missionary work is, yet it makes perfect sense when I am doing it. There is not quite any other way to gain the experience with God, that you get when you are serving others, in one way or another. May we all seek God earnestly, as to this:
"Not more surely is the place prepared for us in the heavenly mansions than is the special place designated on earth where we are to work for God." -- A Call to Stand Apart, p. 64.
One more thing. With my family's ministry, I am currently planning a camp-meeting style mission training intensive for next July. It will be for a week or less, and will cost as close to nothing as we can make it. Make a mental note of it if you are seeking training in any of the following areas, as it will be a wonderful opportunity!
-Medical missionray work;
I am so excited about this project! Keep it in your prayers if you would as well, as there are a lot of details to be worked out.
Keep looking to Christ, He's coming soon!
Your brother in Christ,
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I read this in my devotions this morning, and thought it was worth sharing...
Have you ever felt alone? Like there was not many, if any, who had the same burning desire to work for God?
Let me tell you, other's have, too. But Mrs. White says it much better than I ever could...
" Not only is the growth of Christ's kingdom illustrated by the parable of the mustard seed, but in every stage of its growth the experience represented in the parable is repeated. For His church in every generation God has a special truth and a special work. The truth that is hid from the worldly wise and prudent is revealed to the child-like and humble. It calls for self-sacrifice. It has battles to fight and victories to win. At the outset its advocates are few. By the great men of the world and by a world-conforming church, they are opposed and despised. See John the Baptist, the forerunner of Christ, standing alone to rebuke the pride and formalism of the Jewish nation. See the first bearers of the gospel into Europe. How obscure, how hopeless, seemed the mission of Paul and Silas, the two tentmakers, as they with their companions took ship at Troas for Philippi. See "Paul the aged," in chains, preaching Christ in the stronghold of the Caesars. See the little communities of slaves and peasants in conflict with the heathenism of imperial Rome. See Martin Luther withstanding that mighty church which is the masterpiece of the world's wisdom. See him holding fast God's word against emperor and pope, declaring, "Here I take my stand; I can not do otherwise. God be my help." See John Wesley preaching Christ and His righteousness in the midst of formalism, sensualism, and infidelity. See one burdened with the woes of the heathen world, pleading for the privilege of carrying to them Christ's message of love. Hear the response of ecclesiasticism: "Sit down, young man. When God wants to convert the heathen, He will do it without your help or mine."
The great leaders of religious thought in this generation sound the praises and build the monuments of those who planted the seed of truth centuries ago. Do not many turn from this work to trample down the growth springing from the same seed today? The old cry is repeated, "We know that God spake unto Moses; as for this fellow [Christ in the messenger He sends], we know not from whence he is." John 9:29. As in earlier ages, the special truths for this time are found, not with the ecclesiastical authorities, but with men and women who are not too learned or too wise to believe the word of God." 'Christ's Object Lessons', pg. 79.
Wow... I love reading in places where you can tell that the author is really into what they are writing. And what a powerful passage that is! I have one more short quote that I would like to share though, just preceding the one above;
"Their poverty, the fewness of their numbers, were urged over and over again as a reason why men should not connect themselves with these simple-minded fishermen who followed Jesus. But the mustard seed was to grow and spread forth its branches throughout the world. When the earthly kingdoms whose glory then filled the hearts of men should perish, the kingdom of Christ would remain, a mighty and far-reaching power.
So the work of grace in the heart is small in its beginning. A word is spoken, a ray of light is shed into the soul, an influence is exerted that is the beginning of the new life; and who can measure its results?" 'Christ's Object Lessons', pg. 78.
I believe there are so many important lessons here! I'm not even going to try to bring them all out, but I do want to bring out a couple of brief points...
I cannot help but notice that Christ uses those who are humble, and willing.
Will we join with Peter, and Paul, and Luther, and the many others who have seemingly stood alone against the powers of darkness in this world? Will we stand with them, and be willing vessels to carry the glad tidings of the gospel to the ends of the earth?
No matter if you're rich or poor. No matter if you're learned or ignorant. All our Savior seeks, is a willing heart, that He can convert and make rich in His grace, and receive the learning from Him, the greatest Teacher this universe will ever know.
Are we willing?
By His grace, I am. Courage, friends. Let's keep moving forward, as He leads.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
This guest post was written by Heidi Reinecke.
It was only a brief message—left in a chat on my email window while I was away. Yet when I returned, something about it seemed to rivet my attention to it. Nothing broke my concentration as I replied: “Yes, of course. I’m praying. I’m praying hard.” I hit the enter key with a loud clack, and watched as a brief thank-you popped up in response. A weak smile crossed my face, and a prayer immediately shot Heavenward.
Lord, I don’t know the situation. I don’t know what exactly to pray for. But I know I need to pray.
All day long, that prayer remained in my heart. For hours on end, rang in my thoughts, seemed to be typed onto the screen, called from the clicking of my keyboard and filled the entire atmosphere around me with a sort of quiet cry for help for someone else. At the end of the day, face buried in the pillow, exhaustion about to whisk me off into peaceful sleep, the prayer wafted up again; and then the wakeful reality of the still night gave way to slumber.
I’ve never been what you would call a prayer warrior.
I’ve prayed about things near and dear to my heart. I’ve prayed so hard about things before I felt as if I were pleading for the life of someone I loved. Violent prayers, pleading prayers, tearful, heartbroken prayers… And yet, they were often short-lived. I’d forget, or get distracted, and the prayers would cease. I’ve never experienced anything quite so steady as the prayer of that Wednesday. Or even of the days that have followed it. I guess you could say I began to think I had it all together. Perhaps I’m actually turning out alright.
Melissa asked me to assign themes to some future magazines the other day. This entailed reading through, or at least skimming, a whole bunch of chapters in the Desire of Ages. All of the closing ones. Well, I sat down to do just that… and ended up overwhelmed, overcome, and reeling from the vivid picture of love that was painted before me.
Through the now-teary eye of my vivid imagination, I saw Jesus Christ, prostrate on the ground of Gethsemane, pleading with heaven for another way. “Let this cup pass from Me.” He was asking for something different.
And silence met His cries.
I watched as the noble Sufferer rose from the ground. I watched as He stumbled back to His disciples, longing for the knowledge that someone cared enough to pray for Him. My heart sank as He found them sleeping. I listened as His voice, full of pity and compassion, yet stained with agony greater than any human could know, asked Simon if he couldn’t but watch for an hour. And tears streamed down the walls of my heart as the Redeemer drug Himself back to His post of dark torture alone. No prayers wafting upward for Him, no comfort from any source on Earth. None.
Although still in my imagination, I ran to the side of Peter and shook him hard. Wake up! Don’t you understand what you’re doing? Wake UP!!
Peter continued sleeping.
On to James…then John… Not one stirred. My cries for them to hear were drowned out by reality and the picture before me blurred a bit as I turned towards the Savior, lying on the ground. I longed to run to His side…but then, I was only sitting upstairs in my office, not standing in the cool, dewy garden of Gethsemane.
Jesus, in His greatest agony, had no one. No one to reach out and touch Him and tell Him that it would be alright. No one to comfort or encourage. But most shatteringly, no one to pray for Him.
And all of that when He could have had it.
And didn’t because those who could’ve been there were asleep.
Tears blinding imagination’s eyes, I turned to shake Peter again…and stopped.
All my life, I’ve found it hard to pray for someone with the gentle earnestness and constancy that I’ve experienced in the last week. All my life, I’ve been asleep. Just like Peter.
Suddenly, the forms of the three sleeping disciples were replaced by the figure of myself, floating through life, tossing around the phrase “Praying for you” without really meaning it. Without following through. Without praying. The sleepers that I had condemned now condemned my own weakness.
And then, this last week sprang to my rescue. Or at least it tried. I have been praying! I have! I’m doing just fine!
It was beaten back by a single look from the Sufferer on the cold ground. That look spoke volumes: It is only through My strength that you’ve been able to pray as you have. Only through My power. Only through Me. And only because I went through all of this for you.
The pride and self-defending attitude faded with the vivid scene. My computer screen glowed harsh on my eyes and I averted them, looking up at the blue sky through the skylight.
Lord, I’ve been so wrong. All my life I’ve neglected those around me. I’ve been just as bad as Peter, James, and John—or even worse.
The reply wasn’t long in coming.
Yes, Child. I know. But I’m not finished with you yet.
Pride hung its head, humiliated. I want to learn Lord. I want to be Your arms, Your voice, Your hands. But I keep on failing, even if only through pride.
I feel a warmth surround my heart, as if strong arms are reaching from Heaven’s gate in a much-needed embrace. Yes, daughter, you make mistakes. But you’re learning. Continue to lean on me—and boldly go where I send you. To all those I send you to. Give to others what you wish to give to Me.
Jesus longed for the prayer of love and sympathy that night so long ago.
His disciples didn’t give it.
And I wasn’t there to give it.
The least I can do is give it to His children here on Earth. Freely, without conditions, without holding back.
A simple prayer can do a world of good.
This guest post was written by Cortney Johnson.
The other day, I was folding a pile of laundry on my bed, fresh from the dryer. And as they often are, my thoughts were busy as well as my hands. I was thinking about how short time is... So close we are to the gates of eternity.... I don't realize myself how close we are, and oh how many there are who don't even know this hope of eternal life exists...
And I asked myself, as I often do, 'What are YOU doing about it? 'Oh..', I sighed inwardly, '..not nearly enough..'
You see, I have an enemy, that whispers in my ear constantly, that I am not good enough to do anything for a Holy God, and that He can't use ME, because I don't have many talents, and I fail Him so often, returning to my earthly treasures... fools gold, as I call it, those things which give nothing but even more pain and despair.
As my thoughts were running down this, "I'm no good" sort of path, God entered in.. and stopped them dead in their tracks! Praise Him!
This is what He whispered to me...
"I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me." Philippians 4:13
At that moment, this verse which the Lord interrupted my thoughts with, came crashing in with such force that I'm not sure what you would have seen if you were watching me at that moment... probably I was staring at the wall, my hands still holding something I was folding, totally struck by those incredible words I'd heard before, but never really considered as meant for ME.
And as if one wasn't enough He sent others crashing in right after the other. Yes, these exact words..
"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. ...for when I am weak, then am I strong. " 2 Corinthians 12:9-10
"For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand saying unto thee; fear thou not I will help thee." Isaiah 40:31
"So that we may boldly say, The Lord is my helper..." Hebrews 13:6
'So yes,' He whispered, 'you may be nothing, and are, but I am everything.. And I'm here for you. I want to hold your hand, to be your helper, to be your strength... to be your everything.'
My heart melted within me... 'Yes Lord, You're so right, I've been all wrong, terribly wrong'.
A few mornings later, I lay in bed. I could hear morning worship taking place in the living room. Sick with whooping cough, I had gotten much less than 4 hours of sleep that night. Coughing all night, til around 3:30 in the morning, when I finally somehow collapsed in utter exhaustion...
When I heard the voices of my family in the living room, I could hardly believe it was morning, in fact I didn't want it to be...
But I was awake now, groggy, but awake. The voice of my younger brother drifted through the kitchen, into my bedroom, to my half asleep ears. 'It must be his turn for worship this morning' I thought.
He was reading the parable about the talents, in the book of Matthew.
As I was thinking about the story in the parable, my mind turned to the servant who was only given one talent. The other two servants, the one who was given five talents, and the other who was given two, were both faithful with them, and their talents multiplied. But the servant who was only given one talent, went and dug a hole, and buried it.
I stared out my window, as I pondered over what this servant had done. The babble of conversation in the living room faded from my hearing, as I considered this unfaithful servant, and myself.
'Lord,' I questioned, 'Is that what I have done? Buried the talents you have given me? For surely you have at least given me one.'
My dear brothers and Sisters, and fellow servants, what are we doing with the talent(s) the Lord has given us, His servants? This is the question I had to ask myself that morning.
Have we buried them, or used them for our own self glory? Oh, I don't know about you, but I do not want the terrible fate of that unfaithful servant one day.
"And cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness.." Matthew 25:30
So, I know I'm nothing. Weak and unworthy. And so it may be that I've been entrusted with but one talent. But I want to claim the absolutely precious promises the Lord has given us, and unbury my talent out of the dusty dirt, and let Him polish it, making it shine for His honor and glory! Oh how dare I do anything less...
How about you?
Let's just do it my friends! We've got nothing to lose. In fact, we've got everything to win!
Your fellow Servant,
Thursday, August 30, 2012
This guest post was written by Samantha Clark.
Last week (August 22) I was hired by a church in Spokane, WA as a Bible worker. This Bible working position is not the traditional job in a sense. Most churches hire a Bible worker just to go door-to-door and give Bible studies. That’s what most people think of. But this church has a different goal. The whole focus of the church is health. Yes, I do go door-to-door and give Bible studies, but I also am heavily involved in the health focus – health surveys, Depression Recovery program, cooking schools, 8 Weeks to Wellness classes, Health Expos, etc. Since I just came to the church and there’s an evangelistic series coming up in about a month and a half, the pastor invited me to go to a meeting with him in Kennewick, WA to get a feel for what the church is trying to accomplish with their focus – so I can focus my pre-work for the evangelistic series in the right direction.
This meeting I went to was incredible! I don’t know what names you are familiar with, but there were a lot of ‘higher up’ people at this meeting – Darrin Bartell (an Amazing Facts evangelist), Jason Worf (leader of NMI, the new Bible college like AFCOE at Walla Walla University), Cody Francis (Pastor, Cheyenne’s brother), Dave Fiedler, Christopher Kelly, Ricki Cums, Jay Sloop (Head of Medical outreach at the conference), Wayne Kablanow (Pastor that I’m working with) were a few of the names that were there.
All these people with their churches and ministries are doing their best to follow the counsel we’ve been given and present the gospel and the health message together. And they are seeing the need for country outposts where the workers are stationed and they can go into the cities to work. We are not alone! There are others out there striving to follow the counsel we’ve been given, and it is so exciting to see! One person that was there, Dave Fiedler, has a website: www.adventistcitymissions.org . I haven’t looked through the whole website, but it looks like there’s a lot of good info there that’s actually from the vaults of Loma Linda University. Also, they were talking about having vegetarian restaurants where we can reach people who we can’t reach through health evangelism or through Bible work. And they were talking about the need for trained nurses and physicians – though not everyone need to be either of those. But we need lots of medical people – whether medical missionaries or nurses or physicians or nurse practitioners or physician assistants. Medical workers are needed who can go out and be evangelists. There are Bible schools popping up all over the place to train people as Bible workers/evangelists – that’s the purpose of NMI (Northwest Mission Institute). And the Bible workers are trained to go out and train others to do Bible work. There are a few schools to train in health evangelism, but those are starting to come up also.
So, the purpose of my writing this is so you can be encouraged that there are a few out there who are really wanting to follow counsel. God’s work is accelerating, and it’s so exciting to watch, and even more exciting to be a part of! God will lead each of us to exactly the spot He wants us in this work.
Note: Dave Fiedler and his work were a large part of what inspired us to start this blog! :)