It's "30 Hour Famine" Time!!

Hey all. Yes that is correct. It is time once again to turn our minds towards feeding the hungry folks in our world. What a priveledge to be used by God to meet such an important need in the world.

This Year we will be doing the Famine on the weekend of March 23-24. Last year as many of you know, we went to Emporium to help out the Free Methodist Church there, but this year our friends from Pittsburgh, that have joined us on occasion, have invited us to join them. So we will be journeying to the 'Burgh. Yahoo!! Please plan to keep that entire weekend free as we will probably be staying to worship with them on the Sunday morning.

So keep tuned in to find out more details and to get your fundraising materials. Also check out www.30hourfamine.org for even more info.

Better Love

I thought it would be fun. We had just gotten tons of snow and there were tunnels just waiting to be dug through massive snow piles. So, though it was cold, we soldiered on. I bundled up my boy, got ready myself and trooped out into the snowy landscape. Barely a minute, it seemed, had gone by when he started whining and crying and complaining of being cold. Thinking this to be impossible, I told him to get on with playing. This of course didn't help and the crying continued. I became rather annoyed (and to my shame let him know it) at the thought of going back in after being outside for less time than it had taken me to put on my snow boots in the first place. Never-the-less inside we went, with me being noticeably annoyed the whole way in. As we shed the layers that we had put on only minutes before I found that my sons boots were full of snow and his lower legs were red as red can be, due to the cold. It seems that someone's dad had forgotten to tuck his son's pantlegs into their boots causing extreme discomfort. Man did I feel bad. I got his wet clothes off, rapped a blanket around him and cuddled him until he was comfortable once again. As I took him upstairs for his nap I apologized for how I had mistreated him.

So now here I sit not feeling altogether proud of myself, contemplating just how unloving I have been on this snowy valentine's day. I find myself being very grateful that my Father in heaven is not like me. That His love is so much more understanding. That He knows all the things that are causing me extreme discomfort. That His concern for me runs so very deep. I'm glad that He does not show me ugly displeasure at my crying as I showed my boy. How much better is His love than the often times shallow things that we call love.

Today would you take a minute to ponder just how much you are loved by God. I don't care who you are or what you've been up to, God loves you more than you know. I for one am glad for that and I am going to do my best with the rest of my day to share that love.

Hey Mike!

I just read a comment from you but I don't really have an easy way to respond to your comment so you should start a blog as well. Then I can comment on yours too. Yes? What do you think? I could then link your blog to mine or even create a link from Time4Revolution.com.
Sweet! C'mon you know you want to. We can be blog junkies together.

A Little Red Chair

I know it's here somewhere. I'm searching. Looking. Wandering here and there. Come on, I know it's here somewhere. I know because my computer connects occasionally with a "very low" signal then drops it, then picks it up, then drops it. You get the idea. So here I am wandering around our churches' store front outreach ministry trying to pirate our neighbors wireless internet signal. I definitely could not hold onto the signal sitting in our comfy couches in the back of the shop but as I worked my way toward the front of the shop I got just enough signal to work on my Blog.
So here I am. But I must say that the little red children's plastic chair that I am now sitting in is much less comfortable than the couch. But this little red plastic chair is teaching me a lesson at this very moment. It got me thinking about the Spirit of God and how He is always on the move. You see, I had to go on the search. I had to leave my comfy couch. The signal wasn't going to just come to me, I had to go on the hunt to find it. I think God works much the same way. He is always on the move. Oh, He might meet you where you are at in life but He doesn't want you to stay there so He is going to move and you must move with Him or be left behind. In Matthew 7:7 Jesus himself tells us that if we seek we will find. It leaves me with the impression that if I want to be discovering God in my daily life I need to be on the lookout for where His signal is the strongest and move there no matter how uncomfortable that might be. Do we want God's strong signal or do we want to be comfortable. They rarely go hand in hand. So as for me, I'm going to keep striving for the the strong signal of God's will in my life even if it leaves me sitting in a rather silly little red chair.

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