Never Too Old

I went to a funeral today. Ken was 95 years old. He had enjoyed a wonderful life with his wife and daughter – working, owning his own business, serving in the Army in WWII, owning and flying a small plane, competing in marksmanship competitions, model train boarding, volunteering at a hospital, traveling and fishing.

Yet, Ken’s greatest accomplishment, in his own words, was being baptized in a small lake in August of this year – at age 95. Ken had accepted Christ as Savior and made Him he Lord of his life just six weeks before – at age 95. So when Ken’s body failed in September, His Father called him home to heaven!

Ken’s wife and daughter had been praying for his salvation for almost fifty years – 50 years of faithfully lifting up husband and father to God, believing 2 Peter 3:9b, “He is patient with you, not wanting any one to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.”

When Ken’s wife was diagnosed with a cancer that was about to take her life 15 years ago, her response was, “Maybe this will be what brings Kenny to Jesus.” God took her home, and Ken’s daughter kept praying.

Today she spoke of her dad, his full life, and his greatest achievement – his salvation through Jesus Christ at age 95.

So let us be encouraged, pray hard, do not lose hope, and be the living example of God’s love for that person he has put in our life. Our God is faithful. Of this I was reminded today.

Jeanne Hicks, Guest Writer

Haiku Images

I thought you might appreciate reading through the Haiku Cluster that the judges thought were worthy of first place winner in the competition. All of the haiku spring from the Scriptures related as listed.

Appropriate for the Easter season is “To say ‘I love you’ God sent a cross.” The truth that we are co-heirs with the eternal Godhead is incomprehensible, but the Scriptures certainly remind us how rich we are in Christ.

If a haiku or two moves you and you would like to share your thoughts, I would love to meditate on them with you.
I bequeath to you,                                                                   Romans 8:17a
every sunrise I’ve painted,
all originals. -God

Adam, while you slept,                                                           Genesis 2:21-22
God slipped Eve into your bed,
then he left, smiling.

To say “I love you,”                                                                  John 19:17-18
we send flowers or a card,
but God sent a cross.

Five little fingers                                                                       Luke 2:7
squeeze young Mary’s nose and face
as God lies on straw.

Often mothers ’ prayers                                                         I Samuel 1:27
mend the broken jars of clay
they molded from birth.

Silent, by a grave,                                                                   II Corinthians 1:4
arm around a friend, healing
a hole in the heart.

Before life’s bookends                                                         Amos 4:12b
squeeze away your last-held breath,
prepare for closure.

Ladies’ Hats and Hidden Preacher

I was usually bored in church services. So since women always wore hats, my best time-passing activity was studying their hats. Those with big hats I called “showoffs” and those with petite ones “shy” like me. This particular Sunday I sat behind a lady with a hat so large I couldn’t see the preacher no matter how I stretched, fidgeted, or crunched. So I leaned back in the pew and decided, if the roof sprung a leak, it wouldn’t matter, her hat was so large, I could hide under it and never get wet.

This Sunday, however, I listened to the sermon. Even though the preacher’s voice was monotoned and that large hat bobbed up and down, God’s voice penetrated all the distractions. The preacher explained that the Bible talks about two kinds of people God values. “Israel was his treasured possession”* and the church was his “own special possession.”** God made it clear that he has treasured possessions, the ones who wanted to live with him in heaven. All you had to do was let Jesus in your heart and bingo! I did that and became a T. P.

So I fell asleep that night knowing that if an oil lamp fell onto the wooden floor and turned our farm house into a flaming infernal God himself would be the first fireman on the scene to dash into those leaping flames. All right, angels, you watch as he dashes out of those flames with something wrapped in one of mom’s home made quilts. Me! Wow. The God of the universe to my rescue. I know I’m treasured for eternity!

*Psalm 135:4, **I Peter 2:9

Excerpted from my Childhood Memoir.

My next Umbilical develops a scientific fact about the human body you won’t believe.