Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Oil for my Light

The summer has been a busy one for us. I have often found myself tired and just plain worn-out. So I have cherished my times of quiet in the mornings before the day takes off. This summer, I have been enjoying, in addition to my daily Bible reading, going through Morning & Evening by Charles Spurgeon.

This week (August 28) I read the following devotional:


“Oil for the light” (Exodus 25:6)

My soul, how much you need this! Your lamp will not continue to burn long without it. You have no oil well springing up in your human nature. Even the consecrated lamps could not give light without oil. Under the most happy circumstances you cannot give light for another hour unless fresh oil of grace is given you. Not every oil could be used in the Lord’s service. Neither the petroleum which exudes so plentifully from the earth nor the produce of fishes nor that extracted from nuts would be accepted. Only the best olive oil was selected. Pretended grace from natural goodness or imaginary grace from outward ceremonies will never serve the true saint of God. He knows that the Lord would not be pleased with these. He goes to the olive-press of Gethsemane and draws his supplies from Him who was crushed therein. The oil of gospel grace is pure, and hence the light which is fed thereon is clear and bright. Our churches are the Savior’s golden candelabra. If they are to be lights in this dark world, they must have much holy oil. Let us pray for ourselves, our ministers, and our churches, that they may never lack oil for the light. Truth, holiness, joy, knowledge, and love are all beams of the sacred light. But we cannot exemplify them unless we receive oil from God the Holy Spirit in private.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

God is for us!

Yesterday, Earl preached a sermon that really encouraged and challenged me.

His text was Romans 8:31.

He described the following picture:

Picture the universe with billions and billions and billions and billions and billions of stars. Then picture an arrow pointing to just one of those teeny tiny specks with the words “You are here”. That is earth.


Many have speculated on the reason why the universe is so huge. Is it because there are many other worlds out there just like ours?

Earl raised the very probable reason (as argued by Paul early on in Romans) that it is huge because God is shouting to us,

“There is nothing more huge than I am.

(He created this huge universe)

And if I am for you ,

then you are in a very happy state.”

This brought peace and security to me.

God is for me.

God is for you, if you are known by Him in Christ.

God is for us!

Chew on that one awhile . . . I am.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Funky Dancing

Hey ya'll, this is David. And I'm posting a video of how Jonathan & I spend about half of our chore time. Jonathan has fun inventing cool moves and I was pretty stunned at one point (not in the video) at the moves he was executing. Whew! Go buddy, go!!

So if you have some advice to improve our fun just let us know in the form of a comment. We'd really appreciate anything. HeeHee. (the video quality isn't the best, but try to ignore it) :D

Mom's Note: Hmmmm . . .so THAT's what they do during their room cleaning time. (I had to ask what song this was and who sang it. It's called "Escape" by the Newsboys. Here are the lyrics:

You're being tempted by the same ol'
You say it's under control
Just remind me how you see so clearly
Face down in a hole

Press toward the light
And the light will ground you
Go with the flow
And the flow will drown you
Hey now, there's always an out

But if you get up, get up, get up
You can breakaway
And if you get out, get out, get out
Nothing can overtake
Don't wait, escape

We get beaten by the same sticks
Until we start to crack
We get deceived by the same tricks
That's why the devil's bringing 'em back
(He's bringing 'em back)

Don't believe the hype
It's such a letdown

Through the blood of Christ, we CAN escape the temptations!

Saturday, August 06, 2011

Celebrating a Life, Legacy and Home-going

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This Friday, our family will celebrate the life and home-going of Joseph (“Jay”) Benjamin Phelps (October 26, 1917 – July 31, 2011). The tears I shed the day he passed away were not really from grief, as much as they were from great gratefulness at having had the privilege of having him influence my life.

I met Jay and his dear wife Beverly when I was in junior high and shortly after I was baptized at 11 years of age. They owned a big ranch-style house out in Twenty-nine Palms and my family had been invited to a big “family reunion”. I met cousins and aunts and uncles and all kinds of new people who were introduced as “family”. Jay had married into the family when he married my grandmother’s cousin. So, yeah . . . we were distantly related. It was a wonderful time and experience. One that I will treasure FOREVER. We lived in shorts and bathing suit tops. We slept on the patio on folding plastic chairs. We crashed inside on the floor. We slept in the back of trucks. We went “mining” and exploring during the day and sat around a campfire at night singing all the Christian camp songs anyone had ever learned. We prayed together. We shared stories together. The adults sat and played cards and games in the garage with the big fans blowing and laughed themselves silly. We kids indulged in water balloon fights.

Jay and Beverly encouraged me way back then as a young junior higher, and later as a high-schooler, and eventually as a college student and on through the various seasons of my life. They kept pointing me to Jesus and telling me how proud He was of me and how proud they were of me.  They encouraged me to be who God had created me to be and to use the gifts and talents He had given to me. They really accepted everyone around them so graciously. I remember when my grandmother passed away. I was really struggling with some anger issues and wrestling through some hard things. My mom encouraged me to call Beverly and Jay. I did. And they shared things about my grandmother that they had experienced as they had traveled together with her and my grandpa over the years and they helped me to understand her a little more. That’s how Jay was. He and Beverly made it their life’s mission to “love people to Jesus”. Jay had a very soft voice. Very calming. I can still hear it. I loved hearing him talk. I don’t ever remember hearing him “yell” (though maybe he did), and I don’t recall ever hearing him say something mean or negative about anyone, no matter where they were in life or what they were struggling with. He would just sound “sad” and communicate so much love for them and hope that they would be all right. That encouraged me, challenged me and taught me. I saw many whom I know he prayed for come to know Jesus because of how much he sought to imitate Him.

Thank you, Lord, for the family you have blessed me with. All of them. And for how you have used them (and are still using them) in my life.

Thank you for Uncle Jay.

Thank you for the sweet spirit that you gave that man, for his gentle ways, and for how you loved me through him.

And thank you most of all, for calling me to Yourself . . . so that one day I will once again get to hear the stories and see that smile, unfaded by age and weariness.

Thank you that so many of this earthly family you’ve put me in will once again gather on those shores and rejoice around the throne, singing the songs of Zion again and worshiping together without having to leave.




Another Soldier's Coming Home,
Written/Composed by Janet Paschal

His back is bent and weary
His voice is tired and low
His sword is worn from battle
And his steps have gotten slow
But he used to walk on water
Or it seemed that way to me
I know he moved some mountains
And never left his knees
Strike up the band
Assemble the choir
Another soldier's coming home
Another warrior hears the call he's waited for so long
He'll battle no more
But he's won his wars
Make sure Heaven's table has room for at least one more
Sing a welcome song
Another soldier's coming home
Verse 2
He faced the winds of sorrow
But his heart knew no retreat
He walked in narrow places
Knowing Christ knew no defeat
But now his steps turn homeward
So much closer to the prize
He's sounding kind of homesick
And there's a longing in his eyes.
Strike up the band
Assemble the choir
Another soldier's coming home
Another warrior hears the call he's waited for so long
He'll battle no more
But he's won his wars
Make sure Heaven's table has room for at least one more
Sing a welcome song
Another soldier's coming home…

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