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He’s Changing Me

January 9, 2019 By admin

I enjoy going to church. Greeting people from week to week and exchanging hugs and words warms my heart. Singing songs about Jesus and blending with dozens of voices lifts my spirit. Hearing the spoken word gives me reasons to dig deeper in God’s word and find nuggets of truth that could help me through tough times.

Then one day I noticed something. The rich experience in church seemed to stop as I would exit the parking lot. Instead of drawing on the songs, prayers and messages, instead of inviting God into my circumstances, instead of walking with Him throughout my day, I would say a quick prayer, glance at a verse, and off I would go about my day. Then when the weekend rolled around, I drove to church and picked up where I left off.

This began to trouble me. Suddenly quick prayers and nuggets of truth weren’t enough to strengthen me in my walk with God. Why didn’t I extend my rich church experience into my home, into relationships and into my life? Why wasn’t God in the details of my life?

I turned to the Bible and began to understand what a deep relationship with God means. Daniel prayed by his window three times a day even though it meant he would be thrown into a lion’s den. King Hezekiah made his way to the temple and cried out to God about an army of warriors who wanted to destroy him and Jerusalem. Childless Hannah went to the Temple of the Lord and poured her heart out to God. She couldn’t bear living without having a child. And God saw them through their circumstances. He answered their prayers!

This was a “Wow” moment for me. I started to realize that my Christian walk was shallow. I made up my mind I would change. I prostrated myself on the floor and cried out to God. I asked God to forgive me for treating spiritual things so trite. I called out the names of family members and friends, I talked to Him about life’s circumstances, and I asked Him to take out my heart of stone and to give me a living heart; a heart that embraced Him all the time. When I finished praying, I felt that I had poured everything within me into His hands and the trouble stirring within me lifted.

Today, my first waking thought is to talk to God. When I face difficulty, I am quick to invite Him into my life and ask Him to walk with me. And now I eagerly read or listen to the Bible and ask God for wisdom and understanding. My life has changed. No longer is my church experience a weekend gig. Now, I find myself praying, singing and praising Him all the day long.

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Highway to My Heart

January 8, 2019 By admin

It was a beautiful, sunny day. I had the music up, the window rolled down, and was tapping my finger on the steering wheel as I cruised along the highway. The Christian radio station I was tuned in to started another praise-worship song that I liked. Suddenly, in my mind, the focus of the song flipped. My eyes welled up with tears, and I had to pull off to the side of the road …

Rewind << I was nine years old when I first stepped into the baptismal tank, along with several other students from my school. We had studied all the beliefs and doctrines of the church; but, at least for me, the knowledge had reached my head, but not really touched my heart.

Life carried on. I went on through high school, college, and began a career and a family. I wasn’t rebellious — outwardly. I was ‘good’ and was attending church regularly. My kids were in church. My wife and I volunteered with various church ministries. Yet, something (Someone) was missing.

Skip Forward >> Now, parked along the side of the highway, with tears streaming down my face, I really heard the lyrics for the first time. It was as if Jesus was singing this song directly to me!

Draw me close to you
never let me go
I’d lay it all down again
to hear you say that I’m your Friend

You are My desire
no one else will do
’cause nothing else could take your place
to feel the warmth of your embrace
Help me find the way
[to] bring me back to you

You’re all I want
You’re all I’ve ever needed
You’re all I want
Help me know you are near

He desired me! He needed me! The warmth of His embrace enveloped me …

Jesus still desires, needs, and embraces me today, and I Him!

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The Bear Tree

December 31, 2018 By admin

When I was a teenager, my parents, twin sister Laura and I lived in a 100-year-old, remodeled ranch house on 40 acres of rolling hills at the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. The drive home from town took an hour on a long, winding road through the mountains. The four of us saw lots of wildlife, especially on evening drives. Creatures always seemed to appear in those twilight hours.

Most people get anxious when they see animals dart onto the road, but we loved it. We spied everything from raccoons and bands of coyotes to red foxes and bobcats. Once, we even spotted a mountain lion. I remember one late summer night vividly. We had turned onto the last stretch of road, four miles of gravel that led up to our house, but we had yet to see any animals.

Knowing how disappointed we were not to have spied an animal, dad prayed out loud, “Father, we ask that you would bless us with a sight of Your creation, Amen.”

As he prayed, I silently added my own request to see another mountain lion.

From our less-than-ideal vantage point in the backseat, Laura and I huddled together with our eyes fixed on the illuminated portion of the road. As we wound our way through forest and field, however, we did not spy a single solitary creature.

Odd, I thought, we’ve always seen something by now.

Then, as our gray car rounded a bend, I spotted a dark figure to our right.

“What’s that?” I asked, leaning forward to point at the rounded shape outlined in the ominous darkness.
“It looks like a big bear!” Laura chimed in excitedly.

Our parents started to chuckle as the bear shape morphed into an old oak log, and Laura and I sat back in disappointment.

Now we were halfway up the gravel drive lined with the darkened silhouette of oak and pine trees, and I tried to concentrate on looking for animals. My eyes felt weary of staring and I wondered if God would answer our prayer that night.

We rounded another long bend in the road. Then another. Still nothing. Climbing up a short hill, we could see the roof of our two-story white home.

Then, less than a quarter mile from home, Mom gasped, “Look, girls! Black bears!”

In a tall, shaggy pine tree on the lefthand side of the road, three furry faces looked down at us. Laura and I sat speechless. She and I turned to each other, our jaws dropped in awe.

It was three bear cubs.

Dad stopped the car in the middle of the road, and we sat with our headlights on bright about 20 feet from the base of that lodgepole pine. The cubs were one-fourth of the way up the tree and looked a little bewildered as they peered out at us. We sat and stared at the three cubs for a couple of minutes. Bears usually have two cubs in a litter, so seeing three felt especially remarkable.

At one point, Dad peered over the steering wheel to look for the mother bear. As far as we could tell in the pitch black around us, mama bear wasn’t nearby. Just three cubs who now seemed anxious to move out of the limelight.

Finally, dad put our car into drive and we continued on. We talked about the bear cubs the rest of the drive home. A neighboring rancher had told my dad that bears occasionally roamed the area, but we had never seen any before. We definitely did not expect to see triplet cubs.

That night as we pulled in front of the house, my dad remarked on how God loves to bless us, and how that bear sighting was another reminder of God’s faithfulness. We never saw bears again, but every time we see that tall, shaggy pine tree, it reminds us that God answered our simple prayer.

Lindsey Faith Hoyt writes from Northern Nevada.

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The Unexpected Ship

December 25, 2018 By admin

What amazes me about people is that even though some are faced with seemingly insurmountable odds, they move ahead with courage and hope.

I’m inspired by their dreams and their determination to press on. I recently met one such individual in the little mountain community of Volcano, California.

Dorothy Stiegler is not your typical sixty-something woman who quietly waits to retire so she can sit in her rocker. She is a seasoned and renowned blacksmith artist who loves to hammer raw iron or bronze into beautiful pieces of functional art. She loves riding motorcycles and relishes working outdoors in her vineyard and rock garden.

I first met Dorothy while visiting her church as a guest speaker on a warm summer day. Something about her demeanor hinted that she was living the dream God had planted in her heart, so I wanted to know more. What I learned is that Dorothy’s life has not been easy and that over the years God has patiently led her through some very difficult times. One such moment occurred when she was in her twenties. Looking back now, she firmly believes that God saved her life.

It happened in late February of 1974 near Olympia, Washington, where Dorothy lived with her husband and 5-year-old son, Grant. She was a pretty, slim young woman who had long flowing red hair that hung below her waist and was parted down the middle.

A Visit to the Park

That day Dorothy took Grant to the park close to their home. Priest Point Park is located along the lower Olympic Peninsula coastline, just outside Olympia, and has one full mile of saltwater shoreline. The 314-acre park has steep ravines, cliffs, boardwalk style walkways and extensive old growth timber. It is a truly spectacular paradise of adventure for a 5-year-old boy.

Upon entering the park, Dorothy noticed they were practically the only people there. Except for one other car, the parking lot was empty. They played on the swings and walked the winding remote paths from one area of the huge park to another.

The only other person in the park was a well-dressed businessman. Quite striking, he almost seemed out of place. When she first noticed him, he had on a red plaid hunter jacket over his neatly pressed clothes. As Dorothy and Grant swung higher and higher, the man watched as her long hair drug in the sand.

As they continued to move throughout the park enjoying their play, Dorothy noticed the man observing them, although he was no longer wearing the plaid jacket but was now wearing a light-yellow, button-up shirt, pleated khaki slacks, and dress shoes. Wherever she and Grant went, the man seemed to be nearby. It was almost as if he was following them. His gaze made Dorothy uneasy. Assuming she was being oversensitive, she brushed it off.

As time went by, Dorothy felt the man was genuinely watching her, giving her a growing sense of discomfort. Taking Grant’s hand, she said, “Let’s go play on the cannons!” As they ran along the path towards the cliff above the channel, Dorothy prayed to God for a sign; “Dear God, if this man means to do us harm, let there be a large ship in the Sound.” She felt safe with this prayer because in all the times she had come to the park, she had never seen a large ship anywhere near that area. Certainly, if one were there, it would be a sign from God.

As they approached the cannons, high on the cliff overlooking the water, the largest ship Dorothy had ever seen sat directly in front of her. It was a huge freighter, dead center in the middle of the channel, directly below where she stood. The ship sighting was so completely unusual that she felt, surely, it was just a fluke. She ignored the direct answer to prayer, the warning sign of danger.

Trying not to alarm her son, she said, “Grant, let’s go down to the beach!” The single path down to the beach was steep and slippery. It had been carved by the brave and adventurous who wanted to descend the more than 200 feet to the water below. Carefully, Grant and Dorothy made their way to the beach. They played among the driftwood and kelp piles that remained behind when the tide retreated.

Suddenly, the man was there on the beach between them and the trail up to the park. He lounged at the trail head, puffing on his pipe, looking out at the water. She could see his brown eyes, shadowed by his dark brown hair, looking passively in her direction. He was tall, about 6 foot, give or take. “He’s a very handsome man,” she noted, attempting to convince herself that he wasn’t a threat.

Although he did not approach her, Dorothy felt increasingly unsettled by his presence. She tried to convince herself that she was over-reacting, being unreasonably concerned. “Maybe it’s only a coincidence that he happens to be here, standing between us and the path back up to the park,” she thought.

After spending a few minutes at the beach, and half-heartily convincing herself that the man was benign, Dorothy felt she needed to head for home.

The trail was the obvious route from the beach back to the parking lot. She reasoned that he would probably step aside if she were to try to go past him, but something deep within told her not to go near him. There was an alternative route–a steep cliff nearby that could be scaled if one was willing to put forth the effort. Dorothy thought this could be disguised as a fun adventure for Grant, for she did not want to alarm him. Grabbing his hand she said, “Let’s go climb a mountain,” in a tone she hoped sounded cheerful.

Even though Grant was only 5 years-old, with Dorothy pushing him uphill, he was able to climb the steep cliff. It felt like an eternity to reach the top, but the alternate route gave Dorothy the time she needed; they moved quickly toward the parking lot.

At the parking lot, Grant wanted to have a pine cone war, and despite her better judgment, she conceded. Dorothy kept an eye out for the man as they threw pine cones back and forth, but he was nowhere in sight. She felt relieved that her fears had not materialized, so they continued their war, dodging and darting about. They drifted toward a very large old growth Western Cedar tree.

Eminent Danger

Suddenly, the man jumped from behind the tree, just three feet from her, and looked her squarely in the eyes. What Dorothy saw sent chills through her entire being. His eyes were flat, cold and devoid of anything human. Without question, he was a predator, she was his prey, and he was ready to capture her. Her blood ran cold, the hair on the back of her neck stood up. She wet her pants. She was terrified!

The world around her moved in slow motion, but Dorothy reacted instantly. She turned, ran toward Grant, grabbed his hand said, “I’ll race you to the car.”

They ran so fast it was as though they flew to the car, easily 500 yards away. She sensed the man racing right behind them. Flinging open the driver-side door, that was thankfully left unlocked, Dorothy threw Grant over to the passenger seat so hard, his little body rebounded off the window. Slamming the door, she bolted the locks, and quickly started the engine. She could hear the engine of his car roaring in her ears as she ducked her head and sped away.

Dorothy raced her little Corvair the 2 miles to the Olympia Sporting Goods store owned by her husband Ed’s parents. She ran into the store, dragging Grant behind her. Ed and his father were gunsmiths and worked closely with the local law enforcement. There were always two or three Olympia City policemen in the store and that day was no exception.

As Dorothy stammered out her story to her family and the policemen, they laughed and made jokes about it. They said things like, “If you weren’t so friendly…” and “If you weren’t so pretty…” and “ You’re such a flirt, you probably imagined it all…” They heard her words, but not one of them actually listened.

They blamed her for the encounter. No one wrote down a single word of her story. Over the months following the incident, Dorothy’s family and friends took opportunity to tease her, saying things such as “Seen any more good-looking, scary men?”

It was the most frightening encounter that Dorothy had ever had. Who was that man, and why was he after her? Although she told her family, the police, and her friends, describing in detail the event, Dorothy wondered why no one believed her?

Then the local paper reported the abduction of Donna Manson, a young woman from Evergreen State College. She was never found. At the time, the Lake Sammash abductions hadn’t happened. With the exception of one woman from the University of Washington and Donna Manson, no one was missing from other college campuses around the state. No one was looking for a serial killer.

As time went on, several abductions and gruesome murders of young women took place in Washington State by a serial killer calling himself Ted. Still, no one saw any connection between the park incident and these murders.

The Moment of Truth

About 18 months later, Dorothy ran up the stairs from the sporting goods store to the kitchen. On the table was the Daily Olympian newspaper. The front page ran a photo of a man who had been captured and suspected of the now infamous “Ted” murders. She nearly fainted. “That’s the guy!! That’s the man who followed me in the park!” She knew that this was the man who had stalked her and intended her harm.

“That can’t be,” her family scoffed, “That’s Ted Bundy, the serial killer.” “I don’t know who he is,” Dorothy insisted, “but that is the man in the park.”

Dorothy believes that she may have been one of the few victims to escape Ted Bundy’s grasp. Police later re-interviewed her. They concluded that, initially, Bundy was not leaving witnesses and that, in all likelihood, the presence of her son Grant could very well have saved her life. Additionally, they believed that, had he killed her, Donna Manson would be alive today.

Why Donna Manson was taken while Dorothy was spared is a mystery. But Dorothy is certain that God spared her life for a reason. This is why she dedicates her life to serving Him each day.

“Truly, O God of Israel, our Savior, you work in mysterious ways” –Isaiah 45:15 NLT

Dorothy Stiegler writes from Northern California.

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Wisdom From the Gym

December 24, 2018 By admin

The happy pill I take each day is at my local gym. The older I get, the less I can do without it. Thanks to Bill Phillips and his warm personality and inspiring videos I picked up my first pair of 5 lb. weights about seven years ago. As silly as I felt, as out of place and wimpy with all those burly manly types around me heaving 80lbs and grunting like cavemen, I was hooked. There is absolutely nothing like the sheer joy of a million giddy endorphins frolicking through the body.

Now for those of you who snub all those diets and the three thousand aerobic options at your local gym, let me commiserate with you for a moment. First, diets stink; they make me feel starved and nervous. Second, most aerobic classes are an hour long, and who has an hour? Yes and those gym people do seem a little bit consumed with their work-outs, don’t they? Two hours nightly? Are you kidding me?

But weights aren’t like diets or long aerobic workouts. What nobody ever mentioned to me before I (virtually) met the Bill man, was how lifting up heavy chunks of metal for very short periods of time not only turned my body into a machine that needed more food—a nice problem to have—but that it would also give me a sweet and natural buzz. Thirty minutes of lifting and I’m tingly all over.

The reason I bring all this up is because my weight training has recently been of great service to my emotional maturity. As with most of us, I have a few people in my life who drive me crazy. I do not choose to orbit their sphere, but somehow, into every life, a little group of these people must fall. I call them joy vacuums; mostly because they seem to suck up all the joy like a Hoover on dirt.

And so it was that someone whose name isn’t Jane entered my life. Maybe she was abused as kid, maybe she was bitter. Whatever it was, she had enough unacknowledged pain to drive dysfunction through the most secure of relationships. Jane could twist up the best situation with just a few words.

Well, after one particularly intense Jane encounter I was frustrated and muttering my way to the gym when something fantastic hit me. I had donned the robes and picked up a gavel and was passing judgment on Jane right there in my car when suddenly the word dumbbell began ringing in my head. It actually entered trapped in a sentence. Jane is a dumbbell… Jane is a dumbbell… a huge grin stretched over my face.

Now before you think I’m mean, let me connect the dots. As a student of the teachings of Jesus, I know that the practice of love is my destiny. Love, simply put, is bestowing tangible acts of favor. Jesus taught that to feel and honor God we’d have to bestow favor on everyone—especially the Janes of the world, and as hard as this could be, He promised it would grow us up and make us emotionally mature.

What I also was very aware of was that bestowing favor on mean people is a slow-grow kind of learned behavior that I’ve never been too good at. If unconditionally loving people who loved me was at the bottom of the chart, and loving people who were crucifying me and my family were at the top—see Matthew 5:38-43—then I pretty much maxed out near the bottom somewhere.

So here it is. Dumbbell is the endearing term used for heavy metal objects one hoists at the gym to build muscle. Dumbbells (thank you gravity) create resistance that when pushed and pulled against, builds strength. Jane was my emotional dumbbell. She created resistance that would enable me to build muscle, the love muscle. If I stayed focused and repeatedly bestowed favor while she resisted, then just like my biceps, my heart was going to grow strong and mature. I actually needed her. Rightly “used,” she would make me buff enough to love like Jesus.

I grinned all the way to the gym that day. Yes, and now when I run into somebody who is up there on the “who to love anyway” chart of Jesus Christ, I flex and grunt like the best of my manly gym friends. Bring it on!

Clarissa Worley Sproul writes from the Pacific Northwest.

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