With the gift of our heart, we can give our service. When Christ calls us to follow Him, we actually have an example. After all, we are living on His breath from Creation and Redemption. The fact is that Jesus took my sins and guilt to the cross so I can live a full, free life in Him. He will make us fishers of men. There is an old saying, “It is not enough to be good; we must be good for something!”
What a Gift God gave to our fallen world: His own Son! Forever the human race has one of its own at the governing center of the universe. As we meditate on this Gift, we cannot doubt God’s love. As a matter of fact, we receive gifts from God daily. But too often they are taken for granted.
When the psalmist thought about the goodness, mercy, graciousness, and righteousness, he exclaimed, “What shall I render to the Lord for all His benefits toward me?” (Psalm116:12). Really, what can we give? First, our hearts; and we have to remember that it is a gift, not a loan. It is not controlled by you. When it is given, it becomes God’s to do with as He sees fit.
We buried my Mom today (Monday), and it wasn’t bad at all. We are confident in Christ’s promises. I do not recommend the 2-4 and 6-8 visitation at the funeral home. This is just too long, but it was good to see people who we don’t see too often. It seems that we see some of them just at funerals. I want to thank all of those who came out to give us their support, as well as all of your prayers. What a reunion it will be when Jesus returns!
Badona and I talked about listing all of our blessings. Well, it was too many to write down! With all these blessings, we can’t help but share all year long. Even as my mother is dying, we still experience God’s blessings. He has told us what the future holds, and we know which period of prophecy that we are living in. Even churches have become like the world, trying to attract people instead of presenting God’s Word that cuts like a two-edged sword. Just during my lifetime I have seen biblical standards and high standards falling in the United States. Jesus has to return pretty soon or else He will have to apologize to Sodom and Gomorrah.
Badona and I have been talking about getting cell phones next year and wondering if we really need them. Well, last weekend we took some time off for our 33rd wedding anniversary. We enjoyed each other’s company. Badona enjoys the fall foliage and visiting historical sites. It was cold out, but we had a nice, quiet time. On returning home on Monday afternoon, we discovered that our electricity was off. When it finally came back on, we found that there were fifteen messages on our answering machine—and most of these people knew that we were away! I don’t think I want a cell phone attached to me. I’d rather plan and be organized and not let the phone be in charge of my life. God is in charge of my life and we keep it simple.
I haven’t been fishing for a while. The cats recognize my 5-gallon bucket that I use to carry home catfish for them. When I carry it around the yard for other purposes, they follow me like I’m the Pied Piper. But I haven’t had fish for them, so I had to go to Southern States and buy a 40-pound bag of cat food. I store the cat food in a large, covered trash can in the storage shed. I have cut a small hole in the bottom of the door to my tool shed where the cats can get in out of the weather. Now the cats have dug a hole under the doors to the storage shed. In fact, they dug two holes, one in the center and one on the left side. They have also eaten through the lid to my storage can. There’s something to say for the old metal trash cans!
Last week I was very busy and tired. I usually top up the gas tank in my truck when it gets down to half. I get better gas mileage that way. But last week I was too busy to get to the gas station. I’ve never run out of gas, but I remember when my dad passed a gas station on our trip to Ohio. He was thinking that the next station would be cheaper. At home the gas was in the twenty-cent range, but on the highway, it was up to the forty-cent range. Well, he never made it to the next station. My dad walked back to the gas station we had passed. He didn’t get back to the car until dark. Then he had to return the gas can to get his deposit back and fill up the car.
So last week I put my gas can in the truck, just in case. It had some gas in it that I use for the lawn mower. I told Badona we were “living on the edge!” We went to the YMCA for our swim before running errands. It would be out of the way to get gas first; besides, we needed to get to the Shell station to take advantage of Five-cents Off Thursday plus our Kroger fuel points. Well, we made it! My truck drank $49 worth with the discounts!