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  Volume 15, No. 5

May 2000

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Surrender

Don't Fret

Thanks

I Have Wept In The Night

Hug's 'N Tugs
by Wendy Greiner Lefko

Purity Out Of Filth

Best of LifeLine
by Rev. Larry W. Greiner

Beware of Distractions

What Do You See?

Peace

Generation "Why?"

 

RESOLVED

Resolved, to live with all my might while I do live.

Resolved, never to lose one moment of time, to improve it in the most profitable way I can.

Resolved, never to do anything which I should despise, or think meanly of another.

Resolved, never to do anything out of revenge.

Resolved, never to do anything which I should be afraid to do if it were the last hour of my life.

—Jonathan Edwards (1703-58)

FULL SURRENDER

If you walk humbly with God you will feel safe. What can harm the man who sits at the feet of the great Lord? Ah! Now you feel that, happen what may, nothing can harm you, for you are ready to bow before it and let the Lord alone reign. What peace it gives when you feel that if there be anything about you which grieves your God, you will gladly let it go. You have already surrendered it, you would not retain it for an hour. The tempest rolls overhead but all is calm below when the heart has learned full surrender. 

Charles H. Spurgeon
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DON'T FRET

So far as we know, no bird ever tried to build more nests than his neighbor. No fox ever fretted because he had only one hole in the earth in which to live and hide. No squirrel ever died from anxiety lest he should not lay up enough nuts for two winters instead of one. And no dog ever lost sleep over the fact that he did not have enough bones buried in the ground for his declining years.


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People will forget what you said.

People will forget what you did.

But people will never forget how you made them feel.


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THANKS

I thank you, Lord, for each new day,
For every time I think to pray;
I try to keep You by my side,
To You my secrets I confide.

You stay beside me as I walk,
You guide my thoughts as I talk,
You help me every way You can,
You are a part of every plan.

You make my faith in You grow strong,
I know to You I must belong.

You've helped me through my joys and tears,
You've been my lifeline through the years.

For all of this I have to say,
I thank You, Lord, for each new day.

—Eola Walker, Age 92
Written April 2, 1999

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JESUS IS A FRIEND WHO WALKS IN WHEN THE WORLD HAS WALKED OUT.

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I have wept in the night

 

I have wept in the night for the shortness of sight
That to somebody's need made me blind;
But I never have yet felt a twinge of regret
For being a little too kind.

—C.R.Gibson
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HE WHO MERITS PRAISE HE NEVER RECEIVES IS BETTER OFF THAN HE WHO RECEIVES PRAISE HE NEVER MERITS.

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HUGS 'N TUGS

By Wendy Greiner Lefko

I had three lovely carnations in a vase on my kitchen table—two red and one white. I love carnations for their beauty, fragrance, and most of all their hearty longevity. Each day I would add a little water and enjoy their aroma. After about a day or two I noticed the one white flower looked rather sickly. It seemed to be shriveling from dryness, and its soft edges were turning brown. And its smell was no longer sweet. The other two flowers were faring just fine, protruding beautifully from the water-filled vase. Curious, I looked closer and discovered the problem. The stem of the white carnation was almost an inch short of the water line. It wasn't getting any nourishment! It had no way of thriving, growing, and flourishing without being connected to the source of life-giving water.

It reminded me of our lives as Christians. We may know the Lord and surround ourselves with the company of fellow believers who love the Lord and are flourishing in their Christian walk. And, at first glance, we may look just like them. But unless our own individual roots are submerged in the life-giving source of God's Word and unbroken fellowship with Him, our testimony can quickly dry up, our godly example can become brown around the edges, and the sweet aroma of a servant's heart can turn into the sour odor of a self-serving attitude. We need the positive influence of Godly people in our lives, without question, but we cannot rely upon their mere presence in our lives to be our connection to the Lord and the abundant life He offers. We must submerse ourselves in the living water that flows freely beneath our feet. Then may our lives be a pleasing sight and scent to our Heavenly Father. "But the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life" (John 4:14).

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PURITY OUT OF FILTH

Look at the white water lily whose roots are in the black mud, and whose resting place is on the stagnant wave. It draws its pure beauty and breathing from some principle of life within. The alchemy of divine love can transmute dross to gold, and, though our sins be as scarlet, the blood of His dear Son can wash them white as snow. The result ever is peace.

—Frederick Farrar
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BEST OF LIFELINE

By Rev. Larry W. Greiner

Roy Ahmaogak ran away from the call of God in 1936. Roy’s story begins when he was born in Barrow, Alaska in 1898. His mother was an unmarried Inupiat Eskimo and his father a Portuguese whaler, a man Roy never knew. Roy’s nine older brothers and sisters had all died very young, so, in his mother’s eyes, Roy was very special.

Presbyterian missionaries had come to Barrow when Roy was a young child. Roy, his mother and adoptive father were among the first believers. His mother, a sincere Christian, was certain that God was calling her son into the ministry. But Roy was far more interested in going on exciting hunts with his dogs.

When an invitation came from a missionary medical doctor for Roy to accompany him and preach the gospel on his distant round, Roy shrunk from what he knew to be the voice of the Lord. He fled to an isolated fish camp on the Beaufort Sea. Here he could hide from God and enjoy the excitement of an Alaskan seal hunt with his friend. Their dogs carried them far out on the ice, and they were successful in their hunt.

As evening approached they headed home, when suddenly they realized that the wind had changed directions. They were headed into a blinding blizzard, facing the most dreaded terror of all: being caught on an island of ice. Late the next day, they reached the landward edge of the ice island and found what Roy had feared—open sea. For the next three days their lives hung in the balance. Would they drift at sea and freeze to death, or would the wind change direction and bring them to land? It was there on the ice that Roy committed his life to God. The wind changed direction and their lives were spared. Roy went on to be a great preacher among his people and a translator for the Inupiat New Testament.

Roy sounds a lot like Jonah who, called of God, decided to run and hide instead. Placing him in the belly of a great fish, God got Jonah’s attention, causing him to repent and do God’s will. A question: Are you running from the will of God for your life? If so, stop now and give yourself completely to God before He has to do something drastic to get your attention. Doing God’s will brings the greatest joy, contentment and happiness a Christian can know.

"Where shall I go from Thy Spirit? Or where shall I flee from Thy presence?" (Psalm 139:7)

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BEWARE OF DISTRACTIONS

The cowbird is unique in North America. While some other birds will occasionally lay their eggs in other birds' nests, the cowbird does so exclusively. In Illinois, for example, the little brown cowbird with its mink-colored head is a common sight, but bird experts say you will not find one cowbird nest in the entire state. And that's becoming a problem, says writer Peter Kendall. "The cowbirds are prodigious egg-layers. Each female commonly deposits 20 to 40 eggs in dozens of other nests each spring. Cowbird eggs usually hatch more quickly than the other bird's eggs, and the chicks grow more quickly. Because birds tend to feed the largest and loudest of their young first—because they usually would be the healthiest and have the best chance of survival—the host bird spends inordinate time and energy tending to the cowbird. As a result the cowbird is pushing some other songbirds to extinction."

Like the cowbird, distractions in our lives have a way of intruding themselves and taking over. Distractions can cause the extinction of godly activities.

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WHAT DO YOU SEE?

Charles Colson, in BreakPoint, tells a story from the childhood of a biologist named Benno Muller-Hill. One day the boys' teacher set up a telescope to show students a planet and its moons. One by one the students looked through the telescope and said, yes, they could see the planet. Finally one student said, "I can't see anything." The teacher angrily told him to adjust the lenses. Still the student saw nothing. Finally the teacher himself leaned over and looked. When he stood up, he had a strange expression on his face. He glanced at the end of the telescope and saw that the lens cap was still on.

Just as most of the students saw what they were told to see, many people see the world in the way "the world, the flesh, and the devil" tell them to see it.

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PEACE

Do not fret about what might happen tomorrow. The same Everlasting Father Who cares for you today will take care of you tomorrow and every day. Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it. Be at peace then, and put aside all anxious thoughts and imaginations.

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GENERATION "WHY?"

By Marcy Musgrave, Senior at Texas A&M University.

Published 05-02-1999, The Dallas Morning News

I am a member of the upcoming generation, the one after Generation X, that has yet to be given a name. So far, it appears that most people are rallying behind the idea of calling us Generation Next. I believe I know why. The older generations are hoping we will mindlessly assume our place as the "next" in line. That way, they won't have to explain why my generation has had to experience so much pain and heartache.

"What heartache?" you say. "Don't you know you have grown up in a time of great prosperity?" Yeah, we know that. Believe me, it has been drilled into our heads since birth. Unfortunately, the pain and hurt I speak of can't be reconciled with money. You have tried for years to buy us happiness, but it is only temporary. Money isn't the answer, and it is time for people to begin admitting their guilt for failing my generation.

I will admit that I wasn't planning to write this. I was going to tuck it away in some corner of my mind and fall victim to your whole "next" mentality. But after the massacre in Littleton, Colorado, I realize that, as a member of this generation that kills without remorse, I had a duty to challenge all of my elders to explain why they have allowed things to become so bad.

Let me tell you this: These questions don't represent only me but a whole generation that is struggling to grow up and make sense of this world. We all have questions; we all want explanations. People may label us Generation Next, but we are more appropriately Generation "Why?"

"Why did most of you lie when you made the vow of 'til death do us part?"

"Why do you fool yourselves into believing that divorce really is better for the kids in the long run?"

"Why do so many of you divorced parents spend more time with your new boyfriend or girlfriend that with your own children?"

"Why did you ever fall victim to the notion that kids are just as well off being raised by a complete stranger at a day care center than by their own mother or father?"

"Why do you look down on parents who decide to quit work and stay home to raise their children?"

"Why does the television do the most talking at family meals?"

"Why is work more important than your own family?"

"Why is money regarded as more important than relationships?"

"Why is 'quality time' generally no longer than a five to ten-minute conversation each day?"

"Why do you try to make up for the lack of time you spend with us by giving us more and more material objects that we really don't need?"

"Why does your work (in the form of a cell phone, laptop computer, etc.) always come with us on vacations?"

"Why have you neglected to teach us values and morals?"

"Why haven't you lived moral lives that we could model our own after?"

"Why isn't religion one of the most important words in our household?"

"Why do you play God when it comes to abortion?"

"Why don't you have enough faith in us to teach us abstinence rather than safe sex?"

"Why do you allow us to watch violent movies but expect us to maintain some type of childlike innocence?"

"Why do you allow us to spend unlimited amounts of time on the internet but still are shocked about our knowledge of how to build bombs?"

"Why are you so afraid to tell us 'no' sometimes?"

"Why is it so hard for you to realize that school shootings, and other violent juvenile behavior, result from a lack of your attention more than anything else?"

Call us Generation Next if you want to, but I think you will be surprised at how we will fail to fit into your neat little category. These questions should, and will, be asked of the generations that have failed us.

You have pursued your selfish desires for years, but now is the time to reap what you have sown. Some rude awakenings like the Littleton massacre have occurred and probably will continue until you can begin to answer our questions and make the drastic changes to put us, your kids, first.

Time is running out, for in just a few short years we will be grown, and it will be too late. You might not think we are worth it, but I can guarantee you that Littleton will look like a drop in the bucket compared to what might occur when a neglected Generation "Why" comes to power.

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