She's Headed for South Africa...And YOU Can Help Get Her There!

Have you ever met one of those “memorable people”? You know, they’re the ones who cross your path for a brief moment, but who leave an indelible imprint on your life?

I have.

I’d like to introduce you to my friend, Rachel. We met on our ORIGINS trip to Israel a couple years ago. Rachel loves the Lord and wants to serve Him with her life.

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She has an amazing opportunity to travel to South Africa with Trans World Radio (TWR) to work with their women's ministry, and she could use your support!

Rachel is an incredibly talented and likeable person. I’m excited to see what the Lord has planned for her in South Africa.

The following is a brief biography of Rachel and explains what she’ll be doing in South Africa. If you are able, please consider making a contribution to her fundraising campaign by clicking on this link.

Rachel is an incredibly talented and likeable person. I’m excited to see what the Lord has planned for her in South Africa.

Rachel grew up in Erial, New Jersey with three brothers, managing to survive as the only girl. She first learned about TWR during her freshman year at John Brown University but it wasn’t until her junior year that she applied to be an intern the following summer. When summer came, Rachel served as a journalism intern with TWR Americas in Cary, North Carolina. As the summer came to a close, Rachel discovered that she didn’t want to leave and filled out an application her senior year of college.

Rachel is now planning on moving to South Africa to work as the Project Hannah Africa Regional Coordinator Assistant where she will aid in mentoring, coordinating the monthly prayer calendar, visiting and encouraging teams in Africa, advocating for the plight of women, praying daily, updating the PH Africa website, researching on issues facing women in Africa, writing reports and articles as well as editing and proofreading PH publications.

Her whole life nothing has ever gone quite as she planned and Rachel has taken on the motto “Always expect the unexpected.” In her spare time, Rachel enjoys laughing, movies, singing, theater and never turning down a good meal, especially if there are cookies.

This video tells a little more about my friend, Rachel.    

        

For more information, you can contact Rachel at  rpearson@twr.org.

My Favorite Marine

As the biting winter wind hurls the falling snow across the fields outside, there is nothing but warmth inside the little house that overlooks the village below. The ticking of an old clock, the purring of a contented cat, and the familiar smell of homemade soup fill the living room.

It’s another world inside the Esau home. Books—old books—line the shelves by the fireplace. Handmade quilts are thrown over the backs of plush chairs. Letters from around the country lie open on the end table, awaiting the thoughtful reply they always receive. It is in the midst of this homey setting that the jovial chuckle of the town’s patriarch, Jack, drowns out the howl of the wind outside.

This was a typical winter afternoon at the home of Jack Esau, my favorite Marine.

I first met Jack when I was a little boy. Each week, Mom and I would make our trip to Erla’s grocery store, where Jack would lean over the deli counter to hand me one of Erla’s famous hotdogs—a snack to tide me over until the shopping was done.

When I was an elementary student, Jack was one of the local VFW members who would demonstrate to our class the proper way to fold and care for the American flag. I can still see the 80 year old WWII veteran folding Old Glory, a gymnasium filled with 8-year-olds sitting at rapt attention, mesmerized by the depth of respect this man had for our country.

As a young man, I developed a friendship with Jack. He was the teacher, I was the pupil. On afternoons like the one I described, we would sit in the living room of the home he built back in 1948, as he regaled me with tales of Cass City’s past. He would sit back in his chair, one leg draped over the other, one hand engaged in telling an animated story, the other gently petting a snoozing cat.

To me, Jack embodied all his generation – the greatest generation—was known for: strength of character; a good work ethic; devotion to family; loyalty to community and country. He was a man who had a story for everything, and shared it with anyone willing to listen.

In 1940, Jack enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps. By that time, World War Two was a reality for most of the world, with the exception of the United States who would be forced to enter it a year later, following the attack on Pearl Harbor. He was on active duty in the South Pacific, where he saw active duty at Guam and Guadalcanal.

One of the gifts I received when he passed away is also one of my greatest earthly treasures—a scrapbook full of black and white snapshots from his time in the South Pacific. The photos are of a tall 23-year-old with a full head of hair and the broad smile that won him friends his entire life.

As a 23-year-old myself, it is a strange feeling to look at these photographs from the war that made so many American boys into men. Although Jack was an enlisted man, he and many others like him left all they ever knew, charging ahead into an unknown future against an enemy they had never met before.

I remember bits and pieces of many of the tales Jack told me about that period in his life. He remembered exactly where he was on April 12, 1945, the day President Franklin D. Roosevelt died. During the 2008 election, when John McCain and Barack Obama faced off for the White House, Jack told me about the time he sat next to McCain’s father on a train ride during the War. Of course, Jack remembered the conversation clearly after more than 60 years had passed.

 In 1946, Jack was honorably discharged from the Marines and returned to his beloved hometown, where he married his wife, Ruth, two years later. The couple would be blessed with three children in the ensuing years.

From the time Jack returned to Cass City, he was an active and integral member of the community. He served on the Cass City School board; was a founding member of both the Cass City Historical Society and the local VFW post; and was the authority on the history of Cass City and the surrounding area.

I learned a lot from Jack. By the time we became friends, he was not as active in the community as he once was; but the care he had for the town he loved continued on, and serves as an example to me of how a person should take an active role in the civic life of their community.

In October 2011, Jack passed away at the age of 93. To say that I miss him would be an understatement. His passing left a void in my life and the life of our community. Even now, three years after his death, I still find myself saying, “I wish I could ask Jack about…” But I am thankful for the friendship we had, and the stories he shared.

Besides thanking a veteran for their service to our nation, maybe one of the greatest things we can do on Veterans Day is to tell the stories of the veterans in our lives who have passed on. It is, after all, the memory of their willingness to sacrifice that compels us to continue defending the land of the free.

Happy Veterans Day, Jack. Thank you for your friendship and your example.

A Jewish Girl from Hackensack

My blog posts are not usually as long as this one. I thought that this story, however, merited a few extra lines. I think you, too, will enjoy reading her story.

With the sun casting its final rays of day on the Las Vegas skyline behind her, Rhoda sits at her dining room table reminiscing about her eclectic life of 91 years. I first met Rhoda a couple of months ago at a get-together, where she mentioned that she was the originator of the famed magazine Seventeen.

Rhoda--1940s

What I knew of her story intrigued me, so I asked for an interview, which she kindly granted. The following is the story of Rhoda—a remarkable woman with an equally remarkable and distinctly American life.

The daughter of a Jewish immigrant father and an American mother, Rhoda Friedman was born and raised in Hackensack, New Jersey. Life in a small town was idyllic for her.

It was in 1939, however, that as a 15-year-old senior at Hackensack High School, tragedy struck her happy life. An explosion occurred at the local tire factory, where two men were killed, and her father was among the injured. “My father was in a coma for nearly 5 months. Then I realized that he invested his money, but had very little savings. So, we had to turn our beautiful house into a two-family house. My mother had to sell all the things the pawn shop would buy.

“In the meantime, I was going to go to Wellesley [College]. We could never afford to go to Wellesley. This is the beginning of my life. I finally realized that I had to be an important part of the family.”

This realization took her to the guidance counselor at Hackensack High School, Ms. Bennet. “I said, ‘Ms. Bennet, what do I do?’ She said, ‘We’ll get you a scholarship.’”

At that time, The Woman’s Club of New Jersey was looking for a female student to send to New York University. Ms. Bennet told her that the organization “would like someone to go to their school of business or the school of retailing…to a school a woman could find a career in”.

Rhoda remembers vividly the day she arrived to be interviewed by the Woman’s Club board and assembly. Upon her arrival, she found herself among several other girls. She would later find out that many of these girls were from prominent New Jersey families. Rhoda had a secret weapon, though: style.

“I was very crafty, so I made myself a very nice hat from the form of my mother’s hat, and added a brim, and a nice bow on it to match a black outfit I had that I wore to [synagogue] services. One of my friends loaned me a handkerchief, and one of my friends loaned me a handbag, and everyone wished me well.” As she walked into the interview room, the ladies present turned their eyes to the stylish young woman from Hackensack. 

“Where did you get that hat?” asked one of the interviewers.

“I made my hat,” came the reply.

“Don’t you buy hats?” another asked.

“I can’t afford to buy hats,” Rhoda replied.

She explained that she was in a unique situation for someone seeking a scholarship to the prestigious NYU. “I’m here because I need you; and maybe you’ll need me.” Impressed and a bit taken aback by the confidence and directness of the young woman, the ladies invited her to lunch, saw to it that she arrived safely home, and the interview day was over.

Two days later, Rhoda was paged to Ms. Bennet’s office. “Come right into my office, Rhoda!” she said, feigning displeasure. Then, with a wide grin, she spread her arms for a hug as she said, “You’re in!”

Rhoda’s entrance into New York University was a triumph, but her time there required hard work. She made money by working in her dormitory as a student matron, grading papers for professors, and other means. The college freshman also had an early taste of anti-Semitism at her new school.

Rhoda and her roommate became fast friends, but her roommate’s father, the president of a large railroad company, was not convinced sharing a room with a Jewish girl was a good idea. “[Her parents] came into my room and interviewed me—now that was being interviewed!” she said. “The only people they had seen were the so-called ‘people with the horns’,” she said, referring to the oft repeated claim that Jews were demons in human flesh. Thankfully, their Jewish phobia soon melted away, and Rhoda became a friend.

In 1943, at the age of 19, Rhoda Friedman graduated and was awarded The Alumni Key, the honor bestowed upon the student with the best grades. She soon found out that her abilities and her mind were in high demand. “I was invited to the chancellor’s house for lunch. At the lunch is the brightest student from med school, the brightest student from law school, the brightest student from education—you name the school, they picked the most outstanding student from there,” she said.

A.I Namm & Son

At the meeting were the “big whigs” from the university, businesses, and other sectors of society. “And then, out of the blue, is this big man with a stunning woman, who owned a store in Brooklyn. I had never been to Brooklyn!” she said. “And he owned a big department store I had never heard of. And they bid on you, and the money they bid went to the university!”

The “big man” was the owner of A.I Namm & Son Department Store, and he won the “intellectual auction”, beating out Hearn’s, Gimbels, and other big name department stores. He then offered Rhoda a sizable salary, one she couldn’t refuse; and Rhoda Friedman became the newest member of the Namms Department Store empire.

In the meantime, New York Mayor Fiorella H. La Guardia came calling. “Rhoda, I need you,” he said. “You got spirit, you got looks. I want you. Do you have nice warm clothes? You’re going riding in an open car with me. We’ll go to Brooklyn, go to the Bronx. We’re going to rallies for the men in service.” Mayor La Guardia took the wide-eyed 19-year-old to factories where she would give speeches—sales pitches for war bonds.

New York Mayor La Guardia

“I worked for Mayor La Guardia for about two years,” she said. “Then I get a call from Bert Nevins, and he sounds like La Guardia. I said, “Mayor, are you trying to pull something? What do you want from me now?” After assuring her it was not the former Mayor of New York, but Bert Nevins, one of the country’s publicity and marketing geniuses, he arranged to meet Rhoda at The Plaza Hotel.

“In walks a pudgy, little guy smoking a cigar. He says, ‘You’re hired.’” Unaware of what she had just been hired to do, Rhoda questioned him. Nevins wanted a woman who was aware of current Hollywood fashions and trends who could make the fashion industry known. Rhoda was introduced to major fashion, business, and other female contacts in her new position as Bert Nevins’ “new icon”.

On one fateful day, Nevins informed Rhoda they would be going to a very important meeting. “ It’s one of the biggest publishers in the world,” he said. “Behave yourself. Don’t come up with any big ideas. Just sit there. I’ve gotta figure out what it is they want.”

At 9 a.m. on the day of the meeting, Rhoda walked into the board room, briefcase in hand. Inside the case was a phone book, which she sat on to make her small frame look taller. The meeting soon began and the chairman informed those in attendance that they were all in trouble with their client.

Walter Annenberg

Soon, a tall man entered the room. Rhoda would later learn that his name was Walter Annenberg, and he was not a happy client. His publications, which were primarily concerned with the lives of movie stars, were not doing well.

“How are we going to increase circulation? How?” he asked angrily.

The 22-year-old raised her hand, defying her boss’ orders. “First of all, all your publication names are too much alike,” she said.

 “What?!” he snapped. 

“Secondly,” she continued, “I was reading in The New York Times last night--”

She was cut off by the angry voice of the publishing giant. “I don’t care who reads what in The New York Times!”

“Sir,please,” she said. “I was reading last night, and I found out in a small squib that Booth Harkington’s book, Seventeen, is public domain today; and I advise us to call the legal department and pick it up right now. You can take Stardust magazine or any other magazine you have, and turn it into a whole new world for people that are teenagers.”

“In my office!” he shouted at her.

Once inside the office, he calmed down. “Tell me about this idea you have,” he said.

“You know,” began Rhoda, “I’ve had an idea for a long time, and today it’s right.”

“Tell me how this should be developed,” the tycoon said. “We’ll meet, we’ll work it out. You just gave birth to a magazine.”

The year was 1944. A year or so after that, one of the country’s biggest manufacturers of clothes came to Rhoda with an offer she couldn’t refuse. She would have a radio show, and other resources available to her by which she would reach the American teenager.

Rhoda worked for the company, hosting “The Teen Timer’s Club” on The Bluet Network, while continuing to work with Walter Annenberg as a contractor.

You won’t find much when you Google Rhoda’s name. She was largely a behind-the-scenes component of the entities she worked for. “I sold ideas for money,” she said, referring to the fact that her name never appeared on the mastheads or histories of Seventeen.

Rhoda holds a recent edition of Seventeen, with the
Las Vegas skyline behind her

In 1947, Rhoda married her husband, Ray—a union that lasted until his death 65 years later. The couple had two daughters who are highly respected in their fields.

Today, Rhoda is an active nonagenarian. When she’s not walking her dog, attending Bible study, or helping around her synagogue, you can find her working with the Anti-Defamation League, serving on the properties committee of her community, or helping a friend in need.

“Each day,” she said, “I try to find something good to appreciate and look forward to.”

I Can't Do This!

Well, here I am, just one week away from boarding a Las Vegas-bound plane, and beginning the next adventure in God’s plan for my life. I will go from Cass City to “Sin City”, from a fairly typical Midwestern setting to a completely different world, from comfortable to waaaaayyyy outside my comfort zone!

“How do I feel about all this”, you ask? 

Honestly?

Scared. Uncomfortable. Inadequate. I can’t do this!

And do you want to know something? I’m learning to be content with these emotions.

That’s right. It used to be that, had I heard someone describe their feelings about an upcoming ministry opportunity in this way, I would say something like, “Don’t worry. I think you are very capable”, or “Be confident. You can do this!”

The truth is: I can’t do this…not in my own strength, anyway. I’m too scared, too uncomfortable, and far too inadequate for the task ahead.

This morning, I read about a man who was called outside of his comfort zone. He, too, was scared, terribly uncomfortable, and was about as inadequate as a person can be.

He was a murderer on the run—a man whose past haunted him wherever he went. In fact, he finally escaped to a place far from his home, where he intended to spend the rest of his life humbly caring for his family and shepherding his father-in-law’s sheep.

But one day God called him do something that was miles outside of his comfort zone—lead God’s enslaved people out of Egypt. He didn’t want to. In fact, he came up with every excuse he could think of not to do what God was telling him to do.

“I’m a murderer! The people won’t listen to me! What if they don’t believe that You’ve spoken to me, God? I have a sp-sp-speech im-im-immmm-ped---impediment, Lord. Please send somebody else to do this!”

But each time he raised an objection, God’s response was the same. He didn’t say, “Don’t be silly, I believe in you! You can do it, pal!” Instead, the man was reminded how powerful his God was, in contrast to his own weakness.

God showed the man miracles—turning the man’s walking stick into a vicious snake, then turning it back into a stick; causing his hand to become leprous when he put it inside his cloak, then healing it, again.

He reminded the man that He Himself was the one who made his mouth, and that He makes the mute, the deaf, and the blind. The man’s speech impediment was not a fluke, but a divinely crafted part of his being that would be used for God’s glory.

That man became one of the greatest leaders in all of history. His name was Moses.

While God is not calling me to lead His people out of exile (thankfully!), I am learning the same lesson that Moses learned: In our weakness, HE is strong.

“…My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.”

--God (2 Cor. 12:9)

God doesn’t deny our weakness—He emphasizes His grace and strength.

I am terribly inadequate for the task set before me. But “such confidence we have through Christ toward God. Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God”.

Praise the Lord for our inadequacy and His strength.

Thank you for your prayers, support, and words of encouragement.

Next stop: LAS VEGAS!

Promises, Promises...

Winston Churchill once said, “No thoughtful man can deny the fact that the Jews are, beyond any question, the most formidable and most remarkable race which has appeared in the world”.

There have been many throughout history, and even today, who would disagree with Mr. Churchill. Adolf Hitler is, perhaps, the most infamous anti-Semite the world has ever known, and his hate-filled rhetoric blaming the Jewish people for the world’s ills led to the destruction of over 6 million Jewish people.

Had any other people group gone through a holocaust of that proportion, I do not believe they, would ever recover from such a blow; but not so with the Jewish people.  Just three years after World War Two ended, something happened that few, outside of those who knew their Bibles, ever thought possible. May 14, 1948—after more than eight centuries, Israel became a nation again.

Jonas Salk, developer of the polio vaccine

As Churchill said, the Jewish people are both formidable and remarkable. To illustrate this point, consider this: The Jewish people make up a meager 0.2% of the world’s population, yet 22% of all Nobel Peace Prize recipients have been Jewish .

“Overall, Jews have won a total of 41% of all the Nobel Prizes in economics, 28% of medicine, 26% of Physics, 19% of Chemistry, 13% of Literature and 9% of all peace awards. Jews have been recipients of all six awards.”

Some say this is a “conspiracy”. The fact is it is a conspiracy—a divine one, not one secretly devised by Jewish people; it is God’s very plainly laid out plan. Anyone who desires to know about it may pick up their Bible and turn to Genesis 12.

12 Now the LORD had said to Abram:

“Get out of your country,

From your family

And from your father’s house,

To a land that I will show you.

2 I will make you a great nation;

I will bless you

And make your name great;

And you shall be a blessing.

3 I will bless those who bless you,

And I will curse him who curses you;

And in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed.”

If you remember, Abram later was named “Abraham” by God. God calls Abram out of his homeland, Ur of the Chaldeans in southern Babylonia—he separates Abram from the world. He calls him to be the beginning of the next stage in His plan of redemption for mankind.

These three verses are known as the Abrahamic Covenant. God makes several promises to Abram and his offspring, which are “unconditional”, that is God makes all the promises and they are not hinged on the obedience of Abram or his future family—the Jewish people, the nation of Israel.
Let’s take a look at these promises.

A Land (v.1)—God tells Abram, in verse 1, to get out of his country and to go to a land that God will show him. In verse 5, we learn that this special land is the land of Canaan. God sets the boundaries from the river of Egypt (Wadi el-Arish) in the south to the Euphrates in the north (Genesis 15:18). In addition, God promises the Land to Abraham’s biological descendants forever (Genesis 13:14-17). And when the timeless God says “forever”, He means forever!

 When we hear people claiming that the land was taken from the Arab people, the Palestinians, we must remember what God has said. He did not give the land to the Arabs, or the Irish, or the Germans, or the Poles. He gave the land to the Jewish people to be their possession forever. We need to let the Word of God be our authority on all matters, especially how we view what is happening in the headlines.

A Great Nation (v.2)—Abram, at this time, has no children. In fact, he would not have children at all during the prime of his life. One of the most famous, astounding stories of the Old Testament is when God tells Abram and Sarah—he 100 years old, and she 90— that they are going to have a baby. Not long after, Sarah conceives and eventually gives birth to a son, Isaac. And so the Jewish nation begins. Every person who is born Jewish is a descendant of Abraham, and is a continuation of God’s promise to make Abraham a great nation.

A Blessing (v.2)—God promises to bless Abram and make his name great. He blesses him in a few ways. First, Abram was a very wealthy man. In Genesis 13:2, we read that “Abram was very rich in livestock, in silver, and in gold”. He also knew God personally. In Genesis 15:6, we read that Abraham “believed in the Lord, and He accounted it to him for righteousness”. In modern terms, we would say that Abraham was “saved” –he had a personal relationship with God. His name is revered by all three monotheistic religions—Judaism, Christianity, and Islam— to this day.

A Unique Promise (v.3) – God made a promise to Abraham and his descendants that He has never made to another people. He said, “I will bless those who bless you, and I will curse him who curses you…” Later on, God says to Abraham’s descendants, the nation of Israel, “…he who touches you touches the apple of His eye”. This promise, as all the others we’ve mentioned this morning, have not gone away. God has not backed out on his promises to Israel.

Think about those who have dared to curse Israel, who have dared to lift their hands against her. They are all either non-existent, or at least not nearly as powerful as they once were—Egypt, Babylon, Rome, Great Britain, the Soviet Union, Haman, Hitler, Hussein, bin Laden, etc.

Personally, I believe one of the greatest reasons the United States of America has been blessed all these years is that she has blessed Israel; she has been a friend to her. Now, we see an administration that has turned the relationship between us to a cool one, at best. God is faithful to His promises. He will bless those who bless Israel, and He will curse those who curse her.

A Blessing to the World (v.3)—The most important promise made in the Abrahamic Covenant is found in the second part of verse 3. God says, “And in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed”. This promise includes people like me—Gentiles.

How have we been blessed by Israel, the Jewish people?

The Jewish people have either created or discovered the following: the first polio vaccine, insulin, color photography, the Law of Thermodynamics, the sewing machine,  blue jeans, the song “God Bless America”, chemotherapy for childhood leukemia, the Barbie doll , the biological pacemaker, the Microsoft Windows operating system, and voice mail just to name a few.

Obviously, we have been very blessed materially by the Jewish people. But the real blessing this verse is referring to is a blessing that is available to everyone, but very few accept. It is a spiritual blessing—the blessing of the coming Messiah.

The fulfillment of this promise of blessing to the world is summed up in what is probably the most famous verse in the world—John 3:16. “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”

God sent His Son, Jesus Christ, to take the penalty of our sin upon Himself. Romans 3:23 tells us that “…all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”. That means not one of us in this room this morning can claim that they have not sinned against God, that they have not disobeyed God in their thoughts, words, or actions. God says we all have.

And there’s an even greater problem. God’s Word tells us that the penalty for sinning against God is death. Romans 6:23 says, “For the wages of sin is death”. This means, certainly, that we will all die physically. But it also means spiritual death—separation from God for eternity in a place called Hell.

The Bible tells us that none of our good works—helping the poor and sick, going to church, giving money, being baptized, taking communion—none of that will save us from our sin and Hell. God calls our good works “filthy rags” (Is. 64:6). They aren’t going to help us out of Hell.

This great blessing we are talking about came through the genealogical line of Abraham, when, over 2,000 years ago, a little Jewish baby came into this world. God told His mother to name Him “Jesus”, which means “Savior”.

Jesus Christ lived a sinless life and willingly went to the cross where He was crucified for us. As a sinless man, He was able to take the penalty for our sin upon Himself. And as God, He rose from the dead three days later, proving that He has victory over death—all of this is prophesied in the Old Testament. God tells us that those who “believe on the Lord Jesus Christ will be saved” (Acts 16:31).

The question is, “Have you taken part in that blessing”? Many people go to church, know about Jesus, and even believe that Jesus existed. But that’s not enough. Have you ever made a decision to trust Jesus Christ as your personal Savior? He is the only One who can forgive you of your sin and promise you eternal life in Heaven with Him.

The Most Bloody Religion

“Christianity is the most… bloody religion that has ever infected the world.” 

When French atheist and philosopher Voltaire said this, he certainly meant it as an insult against Christianity. I happen to agree with him, though, in a way. Authentic Christianity stands out among all other religions and thought systems of the world.

Voltaire was partially right. Certainly, throughout history mankind has done murderous, vile things to other human beings in the name of the God of the Bible. The Crusades are a case-in-point. But simply because they claimed to be doing these things “for God” does not mean that God condoned it. On the contrary, His Word says that these acts are wrong.

There is, however, a sense in which Christianity is a religion of blood. In Hebrews 9:22 God says, “without shedding of blood there is no remission”--that is, no complete forgiveness of sin. This is an allusion to the days of the Old Testament when animals were sacrificed in the Temple, their blood temporarily covering the sin of the people.

Why is it that we don’t need to sacrifice animals any longer? Have people, through education and enlightenment, become less inclined to do evil? Unfortunately, the answer is no. In fact, God says “The heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked...” And in Romans 3:23, Paul writes, “…for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”.

No, the sacrifices have not stopped because man has improved himself. On the contrary, our world seems to be getting worse and worse by the day. The reason they’ve stopped is that there was a sacrifice that covered our sin permanently, “not with the blood of goats and calves, but with His own blood…”(Heb. 9:12), the blood of Jesus Christ.

Back in Genesis, after Adam and Eve had sinned, God promised that there would come a descendant of Eve’s, One who would crush Satan and his power over people. Centuries later, the Promised One was born—a tiny, Jewish baby, “wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger”.

He was God in human flesh—a sinless human being. The Bible refers to Him as the Lamb of God. Like a sacrificial lamb of the Old Testament times, Jesus Christ was unblemished (He had no sin). On the cross of Calvary, Christ was crucified.

God tells us that the reason He sent His Son was because He “so loved the world”. The blood He shed on the cross covered the sin of every human being who has ever lived or ever will live. He died, was buried, and rose three days later proving two things: 1.) that He was God, and 2.) He had victory over death.

There’s more to the reason God sent His son. In John 3:16 He says, “For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life”. What about you? Are you trusting Him alone, apart from any good things you may do, to save you from your sin, guaranteeing you eternal life in Heaven? Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing pow’r?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you fully trusting in His grace this hour?

Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?

~ Elisha A. Hoffman

A Life Well Lived

"God causes things to happen in our lives that are only known to Him. It is for us to acknowledge that it is His working and ours to follow it through. Our times are in His hands and we can thank God they are." --Frank Morris

Three weeks ago, I made a quick trip to London, Ontario to visit Frank Morris, a 95-year-old man who has been both a friend and mentor to me for the past decade. He had been moved from his home to an assisted living facility.

During the drive to Canada, I thought about this man who had been such an encouragement to me and to others, now suffering from dementia. "Will he know who I am?" I thought to myself. "Will we be able to have meaningful conversation, as we used to?"

These thoughts continued as a nurse led me down the hall to his room. I knocked lightly, as I entered the softly lit room. There on the bed was the frail form of my dear friend, a bit confused, but smiling nonetheless. "Hi, Frank," I said, doubting that he would recognize me. "Well, hello, Tyler," he said, as if he had been expecting me.

I was overjoyed.

Throughout our hour-long visit, very little was said. He told me, several times, that he was confused about where he was. Each time, his wife gently reminded him that he was in a good place where he was being taken care of very well.

As I sat there, thumbing through a book of old photographs--sepia tone glimpses into Frank's past--my mind traveled to the wise pieces of advice he had shared with me throughout the years. "Humility is one of the greatest character traits one can have..." "Never let intellectualism snuff out your love for the Lord..." "Throughout your life, you will have many successes and 'also-rans'. Take them all in stride and thank God for all of them..." The words echoed in my mind.

"Frank," I said to him, "do you ever think about Heaven?" His eyes were closed, but he gave a resolute nod. "Yes."
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yes."
"Is there anyone there you want to see?"
At this, he looked at me with a big smile. "Yes!" he said.

Before I left, we took a couple of pictures of the two of us, and one of he and his wife. I gave Frank a hug, knowing it would be the last I would give him this side of Heaven. "Frank," I said, "I'm not going to see you for a little while. But I will see you again later. Alright?" "Ok, Tyler. Ok," he said.

Six days later, I received a message from a mutual friend: "Frank passed away this morning."

Even though I have the promise of God's Word that those who have trusted in Christ as their Savior are with the Lord, I cried and cried, feeling a void--one less good man on the earth. No more phone calls. No more time-tested wisdom. No more letters encouraging me to stay close to Christ and His Word.

But I am thankful. I am thankful I had the opportunity to say "See you later". I am thankful that Frank's funeral service was exactly what he would have wanted---a time of worship to the Lord. I am thankful that I had the opportunity to meet the children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren he cared so much for. Most importantly, however, I am thankful for the example of a life well lived, because it was lived for Jesus Christ.

Faithful Men 

I am looking to Jesus, giving all in the race,

Pressing upward to gain the heavenly prize.

Faithful Men are my witness, who have struggled and died;

And they watch from the grandstand in the skies.

Jacob joined with the faithful; Joseph followed behind;

Moses ran with the mighty men of old.

There were David and Daniel; then came Peter and Paul.

Now they chant as they run on streets of gold.

Faithful men have gone before us,

Faithful men who fight and stand;

I want to follow in their footsteps,

Make me, Lord, a faithful man.

-- Ron Hamilton