A few of us would like to keep this thread ongoing, only for the pursuit of praise and glory to God. This thread would be for submitting posts of worship, testimony, inspiration, and a celebration of God's love for us. Please, no sermons. A separate place for us all to go and reflect and enjoy God's grace in eachothers lives as well as our own and abandon debate threads even if just for a little while. It is our hope that our host(s) for this forum will see our efforts and make efforts of their own to allow us a special section we can enjoy as our sancutary.If you think this would be something you would be interested in or would like to use or participate in, show your support by posting your support and/or by submitting your own post of miracles in the life of yours or someone you know, and keeping it on this thread. Please join us in our celebration and worship of God and all his greatness.
May God bless you and keep you strong in his service.
Rev. Campbell.

Many years ago I was engaged in helping a small Christian church start up an FM radio station in Ravenna City on the Adriatic coast of Italy. Whilst sitting in the garden of the premises I was engaged in talking over the project with the Almighty and checking with Him that I had completed all He wanted. All of a sudden a thought flashed through my mind, why not build a shortwave radio station broadcasting to Albania? Now at that time Albania was a closed country to the Gospel of Jesus Christ and indeed had a museum of Atheism in Shkoder one of its cities. It was also directly across the Adriatic sea from the garden where I was sitting praying. In Albania professing the Christian faith publicly was to court death and so there were only underground Christians and those were very few in number as all mail and broadcasts aimed at Albania were heavily censored, radio broadcasts being jammed with transmitters donated by China which had a vested interest in keeping the country Communist under its veteran leader Enver Hoxha.
I reflected on the situation, got out some pens, instruments and paper and was soon busy checking the calculations involved. It quickly became apparent that the existing location was ideal for transmitting to Albania, being near the sea it would ensure good launching of the radio signal from Italy. The signal would be very strong too, this making jamming a very difficult task.

I had previously been engaged in designing a new antenna for similar work on another job and was able to adapt the design and wonder of wonders it would all fit into the existing real estate available! The remaining problem to solve was that a radio transmitter was needed and we were talking of big bucks here! More prayer for guidance and on the very next day I received an international phone call from Switzerland from an old colleague, the conversation started, we are engaged in replacing an old transmitter and want to get rid of it to a good home. Don’t know why but I felt I should ring you! I then said what is the cost? He said, Oh nothing but you would have to transport it from here and sort out all the paperwork to your place in Italy.
Then began a time of feverish activity, forms were filled in and completed, stamped and fees paid. Finding someone to transport the equipment all the way to Italy ideally for the cost of truck fuel only, proved a problem until we contacted a Christian transport company owner who just happened to have a truck going to Switzerland fully laden but coming back empty. “It will be no problem, just make sure the paperwork is OK.” Eventually the great day arrived and the truck started its long haul to the Adriatic Coast of Italy. Everything went like clockwork and the equipment arrived safe and sound. There were no customs problems and all officials concerned bent over backwards to help. We unloaded it with the aid of a crane and maneuvered it into a garage which had been emptied on the site for the purpose. We retired to bed that night tired but happy that the first hurdle had been covered. Tomorrow would allow us to commence the installation and commissioning of the new radio station to spread the Word into Albania God willing.
To be continued.

Also a true story:
In my early twenties, I had an ongoing battle with asthma. In itself, it was quite manageable, however, being from Ontario Canada, and having the asthma triggered by cold temperatures, winter presented my most difficult struggles with this affliction.
Though aware of this I one day ventured out to visit friends and brave the cold. All was well until my return walk home. It was a good distance away, and as I continued on, I noticed that the cold temperatures I managed earlier had now significantly dropped to an unbearable low. Predictably, as I feared, the asthma began to assault my lungs and I was terribly fearful I would not make it back. Because of the cold, the streets were deserted of life at that time, and I had nowhere to turn. I managed to make it to the local hospital that was on my way and gasped for help. Both panic and terror acted as aggravators to an already frightening experience as the initial treatment was not working. I tried my best to inhale as deep as I could to hurry its effects, but little relief could be found. I sat still and very weak from a diminished breathing intake and watched as nurses and doctors walked casually past my exam room without even noticing that I was so scared and unable to tell them so. I felt so helpless, and abandoned, that all I could do was cry beneath my oxygen mask. I put my head down and sat thinking how no one cared. It was at that time when a woman walked in dressed in a nurse’s uniform. She as well appeared in her early twenties with long blonde hair wrapped neatly in a very well groomed bun, and was very graceful in appearance. I did not think of it at the time but later I thought how odd it was to see someone of this day and age to be dressed in such an old fashion nurse dress rather than scrubs. It was even complete with the white head cap with the black band in front. I raised my head to look at her as she raised her hand to my face and wiped away the stream of tears running down my cheek. She didn’t say a word to me and gave the slightest, sweetest smile to me before she walked back out the door. I was about to yell to her that the treatment wasn’t working when I noticed…it had. I took off the mask and went after her to the nurse’s station to thank her for being the only one who cared enough to check in on me, but I could not find her. I asked the other nurses at the station about the wonderful nurse who was just in to see me, but they all looked at me strangely and told me that no one worked there that fit that description. While I was not aware at the time, years later would prove not only did God send his comforter to me in my time of need; he had cured me as well, for I never had another attack since.
Thanks be to God to love even me.
Rev. Campbell.

The next morning we rose early and after prayers and breakfast hastened to the new transmitter station (the garage). I seized the manual and started to read, they were all in German which was not a problem as I spoke the language fluently but some of the diagrams had been pen amended and not too well either. More prayer and all started to crystallise and become much clearer. What I found out later was that there were many praying that I be given wisdom which was sorely needed, to do the job. A young American boy happened to be there visiting and I roped him in to help with the e r e c t i o n and manufacture of the transmitting antenna. We scoured the local hardware shops, eventually found everything we needed and set to work cutting and connecting wires until at last the whole assembly was up in the air. A special transformer was then connected into circuit and a cable buried from the transformer to the garage. This occupied a couple of days. We then had to connect the electricity supply to the equipment and this was heavy duty as it was a powerful transmitter. Some repairs had to be done to the transmitter because it had suffered some damage during its journey from Switzerland to Italy.
After a week of hard work, re connecting cables etc we were ready to do a trial switch on. With the power reduced for safety the electricity was applied and all looked OK. I switched off and we then prayed for an hour that all be well and then switched on after doing preliminary checks. Within a few minutes the telephone rang and a voice asked us to switch the transmitter off and on at certain times. The voice at the other end said we hear you loud and clear and this was from Bulgaria on the other side of Albania. We closed down and gave thanks to God for the wonders which had taken place that day.
The very next day we broadcast our first Albanian radio programme for one hour as that was all the programming we had. We received good signal reports via the phone. However what we didn't know was whether this was actually OK in Albania itself. Logic said yes but we had to be sure, so someone had to go into Albania, the question was who?
Our contact in Bulgaria had relations in Albania and was therefore allowed into the country for 48 hours for a visit. At the border all newspapers, magazines and literature of any sort were confiscated and put into a holding area ready for his return. All he was allowed to keep were his clothes, toiletries and a small battery powered transistor radio which covered as you've guessed, the band used by the Italian transmitter. His excuse which the authorities believed was to listen to the news from home. However he had to sign an affidavit stating that if he was caught listening to foreign broadcasts in the hearing of an Albanian citizen he would be dealt with by the authorities..
In the hotel bathroom he plugged in an earphone to the radio and switched on and there was the station loud and clear! He hurriedly changed the dial setting but checked the reception throughout the 48 hours and when just over the border checked it again. The antenna was doing its job very well and a strong signal was put all around Albania.

This station, over the years until Albania became an open country was the strongest and most readable signal into the country and the number of converts which were made through the ministry of the station were many. The sequel to the story came years later when a foreign looking gentleman came up to me at a conference in Milano Italy, shook my hand and thanked me for my part in being a willing tool in the spread of the Gospel. He was one of those who had been converted through the aid of the radio station broadcasts during those days!

To God be the Glory Great Things He has Done!

It is good to desire a "meeting place" for those who would like to create their own "sanctuary." A place to get away to. Personally, I prefer the sanctuary God has provided and go there.

In regards to the forum and the "Spiritual corner" the administrators have said this.



I believe if you want to create an exclusive thread that prohibits "sermons" then the thread you have begun should serve this purpose. However, the forum is open to all the administrators have declared.

The thread I began "Mediatation" was created for those who wanted to know how to mediatate and what to meditate on. Although posts digress off subject, it is the right of any to post as they desire.

The greatest miracle of God is the creation of God. The creation of mankind in the image of God. As was and as is. Praise for God should always be according to the fulfilled promise of God; His works of promise for such is salvation by God, the most important matter mankind should be aware of and pursue.

These works I profess and speak of, encouraging others to also seek these from God. Such is the substance of the thread "meditation" to speak of these works of God, casting bread on the waters and letting Light shine. To feed the hungry and give drink to the thirsty. There is no other matter more important than to speak of and teach the way of salvation established by God. Such was the works of Jesus of Nazareth and the other Sons of God. Such are the works required by God of every person who has received the promise of God.

In the love of God,

DW Suiter

It must be understood that this story starts in Germany and ends in the Ukraine and is set during the time period when the USSR was heavily under Communist rule.

It was the business of a certain organization to smuggle Bibles into Russia printed in the R u s s i a n language. These were not available in Russia itself as they were banned with heavy penalties of imprisonment and forced labour camps (the Gulags as they were called) if caught in possession. As for the smugglers if caught they were usually eliminated swiftly by the secret police. The common way of smuggling into the country was to utilise a VW camper vehicle with a false compartment built underneath which was packed tight with Bibles to be distributed at some convenient spot usually out in the countryside away from prying eyes.
It can be imagined how skilfull the smugglers had to be in order to hide this contraband from the customs and police authorities en route. Stops were very common as was an inspection of the camper and its contents.
On one such journey the VW had been serviced, topped up with lubricants and fuel and set off on its way. A couple were in the vehicle to create the illusion of being tourists and often were actually man and wife. The camper made good progress and many miles were covered eventually crossing the border without incident and heading onward to their destination. At the last stop the guard had enquired where they were going to stop the night as it was approaching nightfall and was shown the beds already made up in the rear of the vehicle. He shook his head and said that the authorities preferred travelers to stay at an inn so their movements could be checked and suggested they stop in a nearby small town. They declined and said to re assure him that they would check in at a government run hotel and just let them know that they were there before proceeding. He seemed satisfied at this, assuming no doubt that excuses would be made for not having stopped the previous night.
They came upon a filling station a little further on and took the opportunity to fill up the tanks (an extra tank was fitted for the long journeys), at the same time checking the oil and water. The fresh water tank was filled and a water purifying tablet dropped in so that they would not be visited by the “runs.”whilst on their travels. About another fifty miles further on whilst traveling through a heavily forested area the engine started to fire intermittently finally coming to a full stop outside a small house built entirely of logs but with a small chink of light coming out of one of the windows. Repeated use of the ignition key was to no avail and the engine simply refused to run. At this point the front door of the house opened and a man looked out saw the German plates on the vehicle and promptly addressed them in German! He explained that he was a forester who worked for the government on a part time basis because of his age. He further said that he had been a vehicle mechanic in the R u s s i a n Army during the Second World War and at one point had been taken prisoner by the Germans only to be subsequently released when another offensive by the R u s s i a n army had started. He was of the opinion that there was sand in the engine got at the filling station and that it would have to be stripped down and cleaned before it would ever work again, also the fuel tank would need to be cleaned out and re filled with fresh fuel. He produced some tools and set to work draining the tank into a container and washing it out with more fuel from a tank located at the rear of the house. He explained he could filter the spoiled fuel at his leisure and so reclaim that he would be giving to them. By this time they were both exhausted having driven for many hours and he sent them off to bed with the assurance that he would wake them if needed.
All that night he labored whilst they slept and by about 10 am the next day the engine was running sweetly and the vehicle was ready to go when they wished. As they ate breakfast his wife suddenly said, “Are you Christian?” She then pulled out a R u s s i a n Bible from behind a brick in the fireplace wall and it was recognized as being one delivered by the organization several months back. After confirming her question there followed a wonderful time of prayer and worship before setting off again. She had seen a miniature Bible in the wife’s handbag and made the connection.

He would accept no payment for his labour, being content to have served the Lord with his hands.

Now think, how on earth did the vehicle break down right outside that house? The occupant spoke good German, he was a trained mechanic who had also worked on Germany Army vehicles from the same manufacturer and who also was a Christian. Co incidence? I think not, yet another example of how Our Lord looks after His own to the glory of God Our Father.

That's the secret, abandon self and throw yourself into the arms of God. Mind you it is all from Him don't get any ideas of a holy guy about me, I am what I am by the grace of God and that alone. He is faithful and just and will never let you down.

Rev Dr Bill

A quote for those who do not believe God can and does use us as tools for His work when we abandon self striving and hand over to Him. This is the experience of being tutored by God not some theoretical idea, this is the real Christian life!

Praise God in His Holiness
Praise Him in the firmament of His power
Praise Him upon the cymbals
Praise Him upon the loud and clashing cymbals
Let everything that has breath Praise the Lord!

Although this is not an actual event,( or one I'm not aware of), this is infact an actual dream I had years ago. It woke me from a sound sleep, and I could not rest again until I wrote it down.
I already had submitted this post on a seperate thread, but I think it should be repeated and added to this one.

[u][b]The Key

There were millions of people who were lined up outside the gates of heaven, each waiting for their chance to enter. As they arrived at the entrance of the lovely iron gates, they could see that beyond the gates were a large platform where Jesus sat upon a wondrous throne. He waited there radiant in glory, his arms stretched out in welcome. Jesus called to them, " Come to me, come to me please!"
His smile was so beautiful, and he appeared as though he desperately wanted to embrace each person waiting at the gate.
As the first person arrived, he was greeted by a beautiful angel who told the man, " All are welcomed who have the key to enter these gates".
Well, the first person was a man of great wealth, and so he took from his pocket a hand full of solid gold keys. Each one a masterpiece of pure gold, encrusted with precious stones of diamonds,ruby, emerald, and sapphire. The man tried each of his fine keys, but none would fit. So the angel told the man of wealth that he would have to go back to the end of the line and try again when he had the key.
The next, was a man of great power and respect. The angel told him that the need only the right key to enter the gates.
So this man of power and respect took from his pocket, a card which testified to his importants. But of course this card did not fit and so he too was sent to the end of the line.
Next was a priest who held tight to his rosary and said to the angel, "Surely I may pass as I have devoted my entire life to God and his people?"
The angel replied, " You may most assuredly pass these gates, but only if you have the key."
So from within his robe the priest presented a little wooden cross. But as he tried the lock, the cross broke into splinters and fell to the ground, and he too was sent to wait at the end of the line.
After the priest came a ragged old beggar who humbly approached the gates. When the angel told him he needed the key to enter, he searched his torn and empty pocket to find he had none and was sent to wait in line again.
Soon a young man who was just full of life and ambition stood before the angel. He too was told about the key and so, from his pocket took out the keys to his jaguar car.
But upon finding that his keys did not fit, he flung the keys off in the distance and in a fit of rage, stomped off, refusing to wait at the end of the line. But in doing so, he had lost his way back and the young man was never heard from again.
Then a small child, who as well waited in line, approached the gates. Again the angel spoke and began to tell the child about the right key to get passed the gate. But the child, being a child, paid no attention to the angel or his words, for he had seen Jesus sitting with open arms and calling to him. His little heart lept with joy, and before the angel could finish speaking, the child pushed open the gates and ran to Jesus's embrace as fast as his little legs were able.

Praise be to God for all things. Who gives his light of love and understanding and saves me from darkness.

Honor to God for being God.

Glory to God for being God and still loving me, demonstrating all things are possible.
Amen.

Rev. Campbell

Thank you my Lord,
Thank you for the miracles you bless my life with, both great and small.
Thank you for the precious moments I feel your presence beside me and I am overwhelmed with your warmth and love. Overwhelmed because of the mingling of joy with shame, for I know I have done nothing to have earned it.
Thank you for the subtle direction you give me that leads my heart and mind to soulful appreciation and comfort. The music you send, the people who speak the answers I secretly wondered after, the literature I seemingly stumble upon when I need it, the correction you give that reminds me I have a long way to go, yet am never abandoned all the while.
Thank you for answering my prayers before I can even finish asking.
Thank you for making me feel like a child in your presence. Held up securely as I take my first steps. Catching me before my falls can cause me harm. Holding me close till my worries pass and my tears have stopped falling.
Thank you for allowing me to go without, so I know that I can.
Thank you for letting me know you, your love, and your forgiveness.
I love you my God, my Father, my Everything.
Amen.

Rev. Campbell
.

A couple of my favourite benedictions at the end of a service.

May the peace of God and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be upon you, upon those whom you love and upon those for whom you pray, this night and for evermore!

Unto God's gracious mercy I commit you, may the Lord make His face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you. May He lift up the light of His countenance upon you and give you His peace, now and for evermore.

Amen.

The Hour of Our Day


A child is born to the beginning of a beautiful morning just after the rain had finished and fell upon the land.
And the sun appeared from behind the veil of the clouds.
The child began to cry from need of nourishment, and warmth.
And the Father fed and clothed the child with all His love.

The child grew in the afternoon of another beautiful but blistering hot day. The sun scorched the grass and parched the earth.
But the clouds began to gather and give relief.
The adolescent was quiet to find comfort and was still for the remainder.
And the Father sat with the adolescent with all His patience and love.

The adolescent became the adult in the eeriness of a silent evening. But soon the winds began to gust and scream.
The moon disappeared behind a wall of brooding cloud.
And the adult feared and began to pray for his life and looked for shelter from the approaching storm.
And the Father calmed his fears with His company and love.

Somewhere, in the early hours, the adult grew old, and withered into the dust and became the spirit. The thunder growled and the lightening flashed with furry. The wind whipped every corner and the rain crashed like waves upon the ground. And the spirit was reclaimed by his Father.
The spirit smiled and needed nothing more and could not remain still for reason of its joy. It feared nothing and watched the storm in the shelter the Father provided with His love.

In the morning, the storm yielded to the approaching sunlight. The clouds lightened and began to break apart revealing another beautiful beginning. As the final drop of rain rolled from a single green leaf and fell upon the grass, the refreshed crisp air echoed the cry of another child who was born.

Praise and glory to our Father. No matter the hour of our day, He is with us.
Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

My Father,
I am a sinner who has been lost.
How may I serve you as you deserve when I feel so less than worthy?
It is a lonely world and my burdens are many and trying.

Praise be to you my God,
for you have dissolved my sin by your love and have found me.
You know my name and have given my existence worth and purpose.

My need is to serve you only. Engorge my soul with your Holy Spirit and allow me the blessing to walk in humility with your presence all of my days.
For you are God, and I, no other need but you.
Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

AMEN!!!

The Result of Prayer

The media has presented me with a spiritual challenge in that convictions of past was put to the test. The test was designed to either destroy or solidify previous perceived knowledge. This challenge was posed in the guise of a particular man who has been identified as the world’s first pregnant man.
This knowledge given, hoax or otherwise to the world had created a world of confusion and seemingly endless questions in me. All of which in trying to put them to rest, only resulted in even more questions. Was it a sin that a man was to give birth? If so, why would God enable this man to do so? If in fact God did give it to this man to do so, was this not a child of God like the rest of us? And if this child is a child that belongs to God, how can the man sin if he brings such a child into the world?
In trying to answer this puzzle, I relied on the scriptures and other examples of socially acceptable methods science has enabled childless couples to procreate with. The result of this method did nothing but further confuse the matter as it led to more questions.
Is artificial conception something that God has approved? How about chemical invoked procedures? If these are ok, then what of the Jehovah’s witnesses? Are they wrong in their beliefs or right, depending on your conclusions of the previous questions?
It was too difficult to separate that which is God’s will from that of the individual desire or acceptance and know which is which.
So, I prayed.
Within my prayer, the answers came so clear, fast and easily. They were calm and patient and felt much understood without indignation suggested in tone.
The answer was as follows:
A man of whom I pray for would have indeed sinned. But his sin can be forgiven him should he seek forgiveness. His sin is not of wishing to have a child to love, or to feel the miracle of creation within his body. His sin would be that he chose to ignore God's will. His child would belong to God as all children belong to God. On the child the world shall show mercy, for this child will bear the sin of the father and will require the faith of an avocado seed to carry such a heavy burden and overcome. The man is not to be condemned and must be guided with love and compassion to seek the forgiveness he would require.
The sciences I question had been given the knowledge by God to do good by His people. It is what they chose to do with this knowledge that is not what He had intended. For this, they will be accountable. It is given the knowledge to a physician by God to heal, but it is God who is the Creator and not man.

Man will only be condemned should he allow his own heart to blind him to God’s will for the sake of his own desires. Even in this, God will forgive should the soul cry out to him to do so.
Praise be to our merciful Father. Glory and honor to the Creator of love and all things pure. Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

Pathmender;
Science and God can peacefully coexist, It is the egotistical arrogance of mankind that corrupts the relationship between the two. Science can now take a dead skin cell from an adult human, ceate a stem cell that will divide and multiply. From this division they can divide the two cells, feed it certain chemicals and develop both an egg and a sperm, mix it in a tube and create an embryo. So now you have the offspring whose mother and father are the same creature. Now that is playing God! When I read this science, all I could wonder is "Why?" unless they(the tyrants of the world) plan to decimate the earth. The reasoning they gave is that now they could give a child to childless couples. Hmmmm...what about the 1/2 billion children around the globe who are dying of starvation, disease, and who are orphans of wars? Who will care for them?

In the story you related, this man's wife had a hysterectomy and could bear no child. He was, in fact, a transgendered person born female and chose to keep the female organs he was born with. It was because of that choice they were able to conceive a child using donor sperm. While it is an unusual event, I don't consider it a sin. Who am I to make that determination, or to know the hearts and minds of these two people who love one another? This is how each of us walks through our life. We make choices dependent upon our understanding in the moment, our emotions, our faiths, our principles as we were taught by peers, and our love of any given person. God must decide what is sin and what is not. Otherwise we become bigots in our own self-righteousness and perpetuate stereotypes, stigmas, ignorance, and prejudice against one another which, in turn, promotes hatred. And that is not loving one another as Jesus taught us.

Your statement was beautiful and compassionate and articulate! Thank you, dear friend.....To`na Wanagi

Lord, you are my salvation, my purpose, my all.

Open my mind to your word so my soul will be given the life of your Holy Spirit.

Voraciously I seek your forgiveness and the blessings of your kingdom.

Establish your will in my heart and my spirit will find its joy.

Amen.

Rev.Campbell.

Lord, please everyday!
RevTye

Dumb as a Stump


Whether it was a freak of nature or man’s intervention, or even possibly the unintended adherence to the direction of God’s will, the truth remains the truth.
Today, like everyday, I waited at my bus stop to go to work. While I was waiting, as usual, I found my mind wondering as I looked around my surroundings to observe the normal sites and sounds of the city moving about. I then looked at the tree behind me where I stood so many days before. I had noticed this tree several times but never really took a good look at it. The tree itself was not so unusual but I love the blossoms of spring and this particular tree was heavily laden with big beautiful white blooms. Every branch was so thick with flowers; the tips of the branches were arched by the weight of them. As I looked over the tree, I noticed something odd. Sprouting from the center of the tree, a single strong branch stood out and grabbed my attention. This one branch of the entire tree was finely arrayed in little pink blossoms of another variety all together. The majority of the tree was of an apple species but I could not identify the nature of the pink-blossomed branch.
I noticed that though the pink branch stood out as an oddity, it worked in harmony and balance with the white and gave a certain unique grace to the entire tree. It mattered not at all which branches were meant to belong or which were in the greatest number, as the union of such a creation not only adorned this tree with beauty, it also appeared stronger and healthier than it’s neighbors.
Now as I first acknowledged, this tree may have come from the intended design of man. However, that does not change the material of the tree’s make-up which can only be supplied through God in the first place.
Then another thought was given to me. What a wonder this tree is as it will remain unaware that it is wiser than the one’s who planted it. Though it was given no choice to it’s design, the united obedience and beauty of this tree served as a great tribute to God.
Praise be to God who creates such beauty and performs all miracles. Only God could be as loving and forgiving as to give anyone, even this His unworthy servant, so many blessings.
Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

Mercy of the Light

Look at a tree from a distance in where the entirety can be viewed. As you look at it in the sunlight at the peak of noon, you will notice that even though the sun is high and the entire tree is standing in the light of the sun, there is still some shadow within the bunches of leaves on that tree.
Now those leaves that are presently hidden in the shadows still live, and because they do, if given season to remain, can grow in that season and come to know the sunlight some day too.
Notice though, that on all the leaves, the sun is only upon some, but in the times of rain, all will be washed. The winds may gust and remove a number of leaves from their stems. Storms may do the same, both to those that stood in the sunlight as well as those in the shadow. But if the tree is uprooted and given to pestilence, then is the time all seasons have realized their completion and all that is left to be done is the life fleeing from what remains.
See then how the numbers have changed. Then those leaves which found the sunlight so easily may be left in the darkness, and those leaves which struggled and lived in the shadows may violently be brought to the light. Each remaining so till there is no life to be found in them.

Praise be to God for the blessing of our seasons; that we are given the chance to know your glory through our trials and tribulations by your unfailing love and infinite mercy.
Father, all knowing and all powerful, creator of all that is pure and good, in whom everything is possible, thank you for keeping from us the knowledge of who will be standing in your light when our seasons are done. So no man may rightly judge another, and all may show mercy and seek unity in love and faith in our devotion and obedience to you. Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

Update on the dumb as a stump post.


I noticed today, that the tree I spoke of now has changed. All the big beautiful white blossoms have now withered and died away. Strange enough, only the fresh new leaves and the single branch of pink blossoms remain. It reminded me, that though there are numbers who are of one mind, it may not be the mind that guides you to eternal life. The pink blossoms did not yield to the majority of the white and remained pink. And because they remained true to themselves, did not perish with the rest.

Thank you Father for all the subtle nudges you give me to strengthen my resolve to do your Will. Even in the face of adversity and persecution of the numbers. Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

Hau' Mitakola Pathmender!
I am happy to hear that you too, like your tree, are going through your own seasons of growth, beauty and prosperity of spirit. Surely your ministry will be fruitful and many will come to know the love of our Creator through your words.....Wakan Tanka nici un yawaste' he Tokahe' Wakan Isnal'a mani wakan inip'ila....To`na Wanagi

Thank you Father for the blessing you have given me.
You have allowed me to witness your love and mercy in the life of one who I feared would never be found.
I have tried to plant the seeds of truth within her and felt so incompetent because I did not see any root. Forgive me Father for not realizing that I would not be the only one sent to rescue her. For the seeds you had given me to plant were good seeds and had taken root far deep where I could not see, but they required the nurturing work of hand and heart of another for this woman to recognize your love and mercy that surrounded her long before she was even aware of your existence.
She was overcome with tears, and overwhelmed with the magnitude of your glory. She was consumed by your Holy Spirit before my eyes and was humbled beyond her diminished ability to express her thankfulness.
Thank you dear God for giving me hope for all of mankind. Praise be your name that even this, your undeserving servant could be given your understanding and patience that renews my spirit over without end. Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

Sanctuary to me is the place where I can go to find peace and tranquility to get away from it all, that
place is the woods where I feel a connection to nature and God to hear the birds sing to hear the wind
rustle the leaves on the trees. God can be found all around us we just have to look and see all the wonderful things that happen in our daily life, we usually miss them because we focus on what is to be done and lose sight of the wonder around us sometimes. The simple beauties of the day are the great
wonder of life. rev. Robert Good

The Wise Child:


There one evening, was a group of adults who sat around a dinning table discussing current events. All were very passionate about the subjects presented for the debate. Within the next hour, the polite but rapid conversation turned to a heated argument between two of the adults present. Immediately, the remaining adults rallied to the side of he who best represented their view. Before long, all the adults were bitterly fighting till they were reduced to name calling and finger pointing. Hateful accusations flew from their mouths till none could recognize the other.
Beside this table of brawling individuals, there was a small table. This was the designated “kiddy’s” table were four young children sat quietly as witness. Three of these children began to cry, while the fourth sat unmoved and continued to color.
The crying of the children finally reached the ears of one of the battling adults, and immediately silenced the others by drawing their attention away from their hate and onto the children. Some of the adults rushed to comfort the upset, while others stood dumbfounded by their shame, knowing full well they were the cause of the children’s trauma. Once these young ones were soothed, they all noticed the child who continued with his coloring book.
One of the adults crouched beside him and gently inquired as to his pain. Without distraction from his work or even hesitation, he replied, “ I’m fine, but if I were to act like that, you would have given me a good lecture and sent me to my room.”
Most of the adults felt ashamed, while others felt sad. But there was only one who felt indignant, and began to scold the child’s parents. “What kind of parents are you who would allow your child to speak to an adult that way. You should be ashamed.”
And the father replied calmly and with humility, “The kind that can admit when I’m wrong, and who teaches my child to speak the truth with love and kindness, no matter how much that truth may injure pride.”

Praise be to you good and merciful Father. Who with a loving and gentle hand, enables us to confront our faults and tenderly guide us back to your path. Who reveals His word and purpose to our mind and spirit. Who allows us to know, we are unable to do any good unless it is given us to do so by His will of it. Amen.


May God bless you and keep you strong in His service,

Rev. Campbell.

Pathmender;
Beautiful!!! I'm listening ....God's Love...To`na Wanagi

My Lord

You have sacrificed for the life of the world; that I may be included leaves me without words. My heart swims with an indescribable gratitude and love, though my mind drowns in humility for I know not what worth you could have found in me.

You have made right the wrong of humanity. You have set me free from the death of law and deemed me justified by my faith to have gift a life eternal. You have delivered the Holy Spirit unto me, that I am not without intercessor for need and guidance, and given me grace unto the eyes of our Father.

I have no words, nor offerings that could attempt my debt. I will serve, as God’s will be done. I will boldly testify in your name the word of God and I will not fear my mortal life. For you are the way, the son, and the light. Through you, I am saved. Amen.


Rev. Campbell.

Spirit

What gift is this that words may fail my heart to express, but may find your ear to hear it?
How does this gift interpret of my lips, the words that do not exist to be spoken, and yet, translate your word to me without any sound?
This gift continues to guide so unworthy your servant, and allow the grace of your enlightenment to fill every recess of my being, and yet, hurts me when I have strayed from the protection of your loving light.
My blessings are many, and I am grateful of them all, but none more than this your gift.
For without it, I am a stranger to you, I am alone, and I am lost.
Thank you Father for the blessing of your son Jesus Christ. For my Savior has delivered unto me, the gift of your Holy Spirit, and has counted me as yours.
Amen.

Rev. Campbell

Amen! Hallelu Yahowah!!!...Amen.

Transformation



I had a conversation with a troubled gentleman the other day. He had suffered many years of self- abuse through alcohol, and as a result, ended up homeless and jobless. Even his family had turned their backs on him. In this conversation, we spoke of his years before addiction and the kind of person he was. In his shame, he admitted that he was one of “those” people who would ridicule and mock others who did not look like or act like him. He would laugh and point with his friends, and make loud, purposeful comments to the dirty and ragged homeless people who would pass his way. He would verbally despise the drunken man who stumbled upon his street. He even berated the beggar who dared to seek spare change from him. In his reflections, and without excuse, he noted how terrible he was, and how ironic and just that he should be transformed into each of the people he persecuted relentlessly for so long. As his eyes welled from his shame and repentance, we spoke of God, and suddenly, an unmistakable presence was noticed by both of us. I told him how blessed he was, and he looked very puzzled. It occurred to me that there are few of us who ever get the opportunity to know or appreciate our blessings. Nor are there many who ever truly understand the pain and suffering in strangers eyes. Yet this man was so loved by our Father that he was not only given these blessings, but as well, in all probability, only chance for salvation for the man he was. How much more could our Father have shown His love for this man? The words given me for him, transformed him yet again, only this time before my eyes. Instantly, his head rose and a euphoric glow rejuvenated his aging face. He cried aloud, and thanked God. He told me that this is exactly what he needed to hear. He said he could feel his fear and anxiety leave him and that he knew he would be able to become the man he thought he didn’t even feel worthy to become. He grabbed my hand and said, “I thank God for people like you. I know He is with us now. I can see Him in you”. Truth be told, I could only smile reassuringly at his response, as I too was trying to maintain my composer. For I had not planned anything I had said to him, nor could I control all I had said. It came upon me like a giant wave of strength and love.
Indeed, there is a divine purpose and a plan for all of us. Even if it takes years for us to see it. Even if we can’t, we can trust God’s love to send a gentle nudge, even if it is through an unwitting servant.

Praise be to God!!!! Amen.

Rev. Campbell.

And Amen!!!![font="Garamond"][/font][color="#FF0000"][/color][size="4"][/size]

Easily one of my favorite forms of both worshiping with and ministering to my church is through song…this is one of my favorites. The song is powerful when sung, but the words can be equally powerful simply being read. Enjoy, sing along if you know the tune.

Oh Lord, my God. When I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hand has made. I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder. Thy power throughout the universe displayed…

The sings my soul, my savior God to thee, How great thou art, how great thou art…The sings my soul, my savior God to thee…how great thou art, how great thou art

And when I think, that God His Son not sparing, sent Him to die…I scarce can take it in. That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin…

The sings my soul, my savior God to thee, How great thou art, how great thou art…The sings my soul, my savior God to thee…how great thou art, how great thou art

When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation, and lead me home. What joy shall fill my heart. Then I shall bow, in humble adoration, and there proclaim…MY GOD, HOW GREAT THOU ART.

The sings my soul, my savior God to thee, How great thou art, how great thou art…The sings my soul, my savior God to thee…how great thou art, how great thou art!!!

(how great indeed).

Thank you William, it is also one of my favorites. Here is another version in my Native American language;

verse 1. Wa kan tan ka, itan can wa ni ki ya, Ni na pe on, ma ko ce kin du hu. Wi can hpi kin, han ye tu wi koya, ni to wa sa ke kin, o ya ka pi.

chorus; Mi na gi he, ni ca ze kin ya tan. Wa kan tan ka, wa ni ki ya. Mi na gi he, ni ca ze kin ya tan, wa kan tan ka, wa ni ki ya.

verse 2. Christ u kin han, wo wi tan tan ka yu ha, wi yu kin yan, ki ci un kon pi kta, wo o woman da wa ste, kin he na ta wa, ta wo wa sa ke kin, he tan ka hca.

chorus; Mi na gi he, ni ca ze kin ya tan. Wa kan tan ka, wa ni ki ya. Mi na gi he, ni ca ze kin ya tan, wa kan tan ka, wa ni ki ya.

And thank you for the gentle spirit you share with us on this forum....God's Peace and Love....To`na Wanagi

I wonder, To`na, is this sung as a chant, or sung in the way I know the hymn? I've been reading it trying both, and I think once I'm comfortable with the flow of the words, it will be beautiful either way. Thank you for sharing.

It is sung to the traditional hymn and will flow very easily. I will post Amazing Grace in my language another time. I'm glad you enjoyed it!...God's Peace and Harmony ....To`na Wanagi