Friday, December 17, 2010
Serving Stinks.....
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tough evening....
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Chris is in GREAT PAIN....
One more.....
EXTREME PAIN.....
First rehab session completed...YEAH!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Surgery is finished and successful.....
Monday, December 13, 2010
Time to SERVE.....
Joshua goes HOME!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Jesus loves the little children of the world.....
"He will wipe away all tears from their eyes, and there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying, nor pain. All that has gone forever."
Stats from ISC on children:
2 billion of the world's population is under 15 years of age. That means about 30% of the world is children
In many parts of the world, especially Africa, the percentage of children is closer to 50% of the population.
In 2002 about 20% of people had a mobile phone.
In 2010 about 60% of people have a mobile phone.
About 70% of the worlds population is illiterate.
About 70% of children in the world live in risky situations. They suffer poverty, slavery, violence, abuse, abandonment.
About 80% of people who follow Christ, decide to become a Christian before the age of 15.
Jesus loves and cares for 100% of children!
The lost girls of Thailand....
Sports Friends has an Asian base which is located in northern Thailand. Please pray for our staff there as they seek to train and work alongside Thai believers who desire to share the love of Christ through the platform of sports, a terrific relational ministry strategy, during this CHRISTmas season.
Today as I read my advent devotion for the day I was moved by the story of Issan and the Night ministries that takes place in Thailand. Would you consider reading this devotional and having a time of focused prayer for these girls and this cutting edge ministry?
Taken from An SIM advent devotional for Monday, Dec. 6th.
Reading: Isaiah 8:23-9:6
The People have Seen a Great Light
In the past he humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the future he will honor Galilee of the Gentiles, by the way of the sea, along the Jordan. The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.
Isaiah 9:1-2
The first weekend in October I traveled with our production crew to Isaan along with colleagues from Step Ahead Micro Enterprise Development and Night Light Ministries. As among the people of Israel in Isaiah’s time, there are many people in Isaan today who walk in deep darkness: the darkness of poverty, the darkness of spirit worship, the darkness of prostitution (with all its heartbreaking ramifications for the family). Isaan is the main provider of prostitutes to the bars of Bangkok. More than 80% of the girls travel from the northeastern provinces looking for work to help them support their families back home.
Two of the young women on our team had themselves formerly been prostitutes. They know well the darkness and abuse of that lifestyle and the hopelessness of being trapped with no way out. Thanks to the caring and courageous work of Night Light, these two women (and many others) havefound a way out. They have truly seen a great light: the Light of Jesus Christ, who has come into our world, as prophesied by Isaiah in today’s reading. Watching these women give honor to the Lord through a worship dance was nothing less than watching a true miracle of God’s grace. These former prostitutes, both of whom were also “pole dancers” in Bangkok bars, now radiate the Great Light that has changed their lives. On that October weekend, they were going home to tell families, friends and a large group of church leaders about how God has set them free into His Light and Life and Love.
It’s difficult, isn’t it, to imagine what these young women have experienced. We don’t like to think about it. But we all have our own darkness and we are all equally in need of the Light. Whatever hurts have darkened our past, whatever struggles and tears we may face today, whatever fears we may have about the future – God is always near, waiting to shine His Light into our pain, waiting to restore us and to heal our brokenness.
As we look forward during this Advent season to celebrating Christ’s birth once again, let’s grab hold of the joy and peace that God offers each of us. And let’s walk in the light of His love.
Karen Thomson came to Thailand in 1999 and serves as Regional Director for the Christian Broadcasting Network office, CBN Siam. Karen is an American from Pennsylvania.
The Light
The ancients gazed on the light, from afar
Shielding their eyes from the rising dawn, on a future horizon
Looking towards the mounting brightness
That would dispel the great darkness.
With great celebration, the angels heralded the entrance of the Light
Into this earthly arena,
As the Author of light himself, became the tiny fragile vessel,
Bearing the light that could illuminate the deepest recesses of a man’s soul,
Dispelling the darkest shadows.
The light was multiplied and entrusted to those who would pass it on.
Our ancestors took up the torch,
Carrying it high across the globe, down through the centuries.
Sometimes the flame sputtered as the darkness threatened to snuff it out,
But the light could not be extinguished because it springs from the source of all light.
The Light who is Immanuel,
The Light who came so that we who walk in darkness, could experience a glorious new dawn.
The Light who will one day return in triumph, conquering the darkness for ever.
He has come.
He is with us.
He is coming again.
Hallelujah!
Melanie Carey
Friday, December 3, 2010
Take my Son....
Take my Son.....
A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art. They had everything in their
collection, fromPicasso to Raphael. They would often sit together and admire the great works of
art..
When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war. He was very courageous and died in
battle while rescuing another soldier. The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only
son.
About a month later, just before Christmas,There was a knock at the door. A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands..He said, 'Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life. He saved
many lives that day, and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he
died instantly... He often talked about you, and your love for art.' The young man held out this
package. 'I know this isn't much. I'm not really a great artist, but I think your son would have
wanted you to have this.'
The father
Opened the package. It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man. He stared in awe at
the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so
drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears. He thanked the young man and offered to
pay him for the picture.. 'Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me. It's a gift.'
The father hung the portrait over his mantle. Every time visitors came to his home he took them to
see the portrait of his son before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.
The man died a few months later. There was to be a great auction of his paintings. Many
influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings and having an opportunity to
purchase one for their collection.On the platform sat the painting of the son. The auctioneer pounded his gavel. 'We will start the
bidding with this picture of the son. Who will bid for this picture?'
There was silence...
Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, 'We want to see the famous paintings. Skip this
one.' But the auctioneer persisted. 'Will somebody bid for this painting? Who will start the bidding?
$100, $200?' Another voice angrily. 'We didn't come to see this painting. We came to see the Van Gogh's, the Rembrandts. Get on with the Real bids!'
But still the auctioneer continued. 'The son! The son! Who'll take the son?'
Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room. It was the longtime gardener of the man and
his son. 'I'll give $10 for the painting...' Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.
'We have $10, who will bid $20? 'Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters.'
The crowd was becoming angry. They didn't want the picture of the son.
They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.
The auctioneer pounded the gavel.. 'Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!'
A man sitting on the second row shouted, 'Now let's get on with the collection!'
The auctioneer laid down his gavel. 'I'm sorry, the auction is over.'
'What about the paintings?'
I am sorry. When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the
will... I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time. Only the painting of the son
would be auctioned. Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the
paintings.The man who took the son gets everything!'
God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross. Much like the auctioneer, His message today
is: 'The son, the son, who'll take the son?'
Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.
FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE GAVE HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON, WHO SO EVER BELIEVETH, SHALL HAVE
ETERNAL LIFE...THAT'S LOVE