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THANKSGIVING PRAYER
“We
thank Thee for this place in which we dwell, for the love that unites us,
for the peace accorded us this day, for hope with which we expect the
morrow, for the health, the work, the food and the bright skies that make
our life delightful; for our friends in all parts of the earth.
Spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies.
Bless us if it may be in all our innocent endeavors. If it may not,
give us strength to encounter that which is to come that we may be brave
in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath and in all changes
of fortune, and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving one to
another.” —Robert Louis Stevenson |
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FAMILY PRAYER |
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“If everything else in religion were by some accident blotted out, my soul would go back to those days of reality. For sixty years my father kept up the practice of family prayer. No hurry for business or market, nor arrival of friends or guests, no trouble or sorrow, no joy or excitement ever prevented us from kneeling ‘round the family altar, while our high priest offered himself and his children to God.” — John G. Paton |
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By Wendy
Greiner Lefko
For
years, on my list of things to do, I have had a task that grows greater
the longer I put it off. It
involves boxes of photographs
dating back to days before our last three children were even born.
I have had the best intentions
of categorizing and chronologically placing the photos in albums,
but it has been one of those tasks that has never
come to fruition. Thus they
remain piled-up memories in boxes beneath our bed.
Every once in a while, when I need a picture for some occasion, I
have to pull out the overflowing boxes and begin the almost hopeless task
of sifting through hundreds of snap shots and year-after-year of family
memories — just to find one
picture! It can be
somewhat frustrating, but I also find it to be a thoroughly enjoyable time
of fond recollections of days gone by and treasured memories.
Inevitably, in the midst of such a photo finding mission, I find
little hands joining me in the search.
Our kids love to shuffle through the myriads of pictures, sometimes
spending hours looking at these pages of their past.
The two things I can always count on hearing from them with joyful
surprise are, “I remember that!” and “I
had forgotten about that!” All
these images from their past jog their memory and take them back to that
place and time in their lives when those memories were made.
It’s a vivid, joyful tool to remind them of the many blessings
they have already experienced in their young lives. We
all need vivid reminders of how truly blessed we are.
It’s so easy to get caught up in the rush of everyday life that
we forget to count our blessings. Humanly
it’s more natural to focus on and complain about our present sufferings
since that is where we dwell in the present.
But we need to make time
to go back and rediscover the mental photographs in our minds and reflect
on all that God has done for us. We
need to contemplate on where He has brought us from and what He has taken
us through. He has blessed
each of us beyond measure and far above what any of us deserve.
So when we find ourselves forgetting the many times He has taken
care of us in His infinite mercy, or when we wonder how we will ever
survive the current pain or difficult circumstance in which we find
ourselves, we need to go back and open the album of memories.
It’s important to reflect on all our Lord has done for us and
then with grateful hearts thank Him for His love towards us, knowing He
will not fail us now. Today
is a memory in the making, and we can make it a good one if we will let
God do His work in us and remember how much we truly have to be thankful
for. “Bless the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits” (Psalm 103:2). |
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THE BEST OFLIFELINE |
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By Rev. Larry W. GreinerDavid,
eight years of age, was rushing home from school when he suddenly thought,
“I’ll go out to the farm to Grandfather.” The very name
“grandfather” was comforting. Hastily
David trudged the mile to the farm. It
was harvest time and Grandfather was returning from the hay field. Looking
keenly at the tired boy, he asked, “Are you in trouble, David?
Come with me. We’ll walk in the pasture and you can tell me all
about it.” As hand in hand
they climbed the pasture hill, David told his story. “It’s the war and
the awful stories I’ve been hearing. Why should such terrible things be?
Why does God allow it?” And
then the most terrifying question of all: “Was there a God?”
Some boys at school had scoffed and said there was none. “Let’s
sit down,” Grandfather said. From
the hilltop they watched the sun drop below the horizon, as brilliant
colors flooded the sky. Grandfather said nothing.
Slowly the glory faded until the sky was a pale, far-off blue.
Grandfather remained silent. The
pale blue grew darker as the velvety night sky arched above them. One by
one, the stars came out. Grandfather still had not spoken.
The silence deepened until David became aware of a Presence that
was greater, more encompassing; and more comforting even than
Grandfather’s presence. The
silence was too wonderful to be broken.
Peace and assurance flooded David’s heart.
Finally
the sleepy chirp of a bird broke the silence. David looked at his
grandfather and said, “I know now. I
learned it in the silence. I know there is a God. I know things will come
out all right.” Grandfather
then quoted God’s words in Psalm 46: “Be
still and know that I am God. God is our refuge and strength, a very
present help in trouble. Therefore
we will not fear, though the earth changes, and though the mountains be
shaken into the midst of the sea. Though
the waters thereof roar and be troubled, Though the mountains tremble with
the swelling thereof. Come, behold the works of the Lord.
He make wars to cease unto the end of the earth; He breaketh the
bow and cutteth the spear in sunder. He
burneth the chariots in the fire. Be still, and know that I am God.” During
our hurried, worried
lives, do we take time to be still and know that He is God?
The noise and chaos of our modern society drowns out the silence
that reveals our God. When we
take the time to know Him in silence, we then will have hearts filled with
gratitude for who He is and for what He is doing in our lives, even in
suffering. Let us find
time this Thanksgiving Day to be silent and hear the still small voice of
the Lord and give Him thanks for all we have in Him. |
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JESUS |
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The
Word of God became flesh . . |
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When Martin Luther was called before the Diet of Worms and his enemies demanded that he recant his writings, the Reformer boldly declared: “Unless I am convinced by Scripture or by right reason — for I trust neither in popes nor in councils since they have often erred and contradicted themselves — unless I am thus convinced, I am bound by the texts of my Bible, my conscience is captive to the Word of God, I neither can nor will recant anything, since it is neither right nor safe to act against conscience. Here I stand! I can do no other! God help me. Amen!” |
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MUCH OBLIGED |
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Fulton Oursler learned the lesson of a grateful heart from an African-American woman who helped care for him when he was a little boy. Every time she sat down to eat, she would bow her head and say, “Much obliged, Lord.” Oursler asked her why she did this, because the food was there for her to enjoy whether she gave thanks or not. She replied, “Sure we get our vittles, but it makes everything taste better to be grateful. Looking for good things is a kind of game an old preacher taught me to play. Take this morning. I woke up and thought, What’s there to praise God for today? You know what? I couldn’t think of a thing! Then from the kitchen came the most delicious odor that ever tickled my nose. Coffee! ‘Much obliged, Lord, for the coffee,’ I said, ‘and much obliged, too, for the smell of it.’” Many years later, Oursler stood at the bedside of that woman as she lay dying. Seeing her in much pain, he wondered if she could still find something to be grateful for. Just then she opened her eyes. As she saw him and the others gathered around, she folded her hands and said with a smile, “Much obliged, Lord, for such fine friends.” |
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GOD HEARS! |
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Before
my father died he turned his face heavenward with the happiest, most
beautiful smile. Someone
leaned over the bed, and asked, “Dr. Rader, how can you smile like that,
when there is not one of your children that is serving the Lord?” He
smiled as he answered: “That doesn’t matter a bit.
It was settled long ago. I
brought them up as He commanded me to do.
They will every one be brought in.
They are a strong headed group, but God will lead them; yes, every
one!” And
every one of them is walking in His way tonight; yes, every one! Oh,
for praying fathers in our nation, and mothers who pray for their
children! I tell you, God
hears them! He hears!
He hears!
—Paul
Rader |
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