A Good Quality of Life

Unshakable Hope

I’ve been thinking a lot about quality of life issues lately. More specifically, I’ve been trying to figure out why some people that (in the natural) possess virtually everything we think would make for a good quality of life, yet they’re miserable. Conversely, many others have almost none of the ingredients that we think must be in the mix for a good quality of life, but they seem perfectly content.

I think about this issue more and more as life with ALS becomes an even greater challenge. If ALS takes its natural course, the victim will die of respiratory failure. The muscles needed to breathe become weaker and weaker to the point where you just can’t breathe anymore. Oftentimes the flu or pneumonia are just too much for those with advanced ALS and can speed up this respiratory failure.

I had a severe case of the flu in February, and…

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Moses never lived, so what

The Lions Den

Now the man Moses was very meek, above all the men which were upon the face of the earth. It is no surprise at the attacks on this man of God as if he was irrelevant or non- existent.

This is the sum of the tabernacle, even of the tabernacle of testimony, as it was counted, according to the commandment of Moses, for the service of the Levites, by the hand of Ithamar, son to Aaron the priest. And Bezaleel the son of Uri, the son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah, made all that the LORD commanded Moses. And with him was Aholiab, son of Ahisamach, of the tribe of Dan, an engraver, and a cunning workman, and an embroiderer in blue, and in purple, and in scarlet, and fine linen.

When the arch-enemy of God came along with a whisper in the garden of delight, the existence…

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How to Witness to a Jewish Person (and other things Christians screw up royally)

A very funny and touching post from my Jewish sister in Christ, Melissa Presser.

I wanted to share tips on Gentiles witnessing to Jewish people as this seems to be a neglected outreach in many churches today.

God bless you for reading, enjoy. 🙂

Jesus comes to you in your storm

This article was taken from National Prayer Bank (http://nationalprayerbank.com/), where a man called Thomas provided comfort to a lady suffering severe work stress, the dementia of her mother and a possible nervous breakdown by her sister. Her life was imploding so she reached out to caring believers for help and prayers. Below is what Thomas wrote to her:

In Mark 6, Jesus went off by himself to pray and sent the disciples ahead of him to Bethsaida. It wasn’t a long trip by boat, but they were blown off course by a storm, and when Jesus saw them struggling against the wind in the middle of the lake, he came to their aid.

Have you ever had a storm blow you off course? You had no intention of being where you are today in your job, your marriage, your finances. You’ve been blown off course by situations you couldn’t control. You feel like you should be there by now, but at this point, you’ve given up hope of getting to your original destination. You just want to get back to safety.

Maybe you had big dreams for your life that you gave up on a long time ago. You’re not even worried about progress anymore. You’re just wondering, “Can I survive?”

What does Jesus do when you’re at your moment of desperation? Mark 6:48 says, “About three o’clock in the morning Jesus came toward them, walking on the water” (NLT). Notice he didn’t tell the disciples to come to him. He knew they couldn’t get to him. He went to them. When you’re at that point of desperation, Jesus comes to you!

I love the fact that Jesus did not stand on the shore and shout instructions. When you’re in a storm, you don’t need advice. You need a miracle! You need somebody to show up, and this is what Jesus did. He intervened in the disciples’ storm.

This is the Gospel — that God doesn’t stand on the shoreline telling us what to do. He comes out and meets us in our pain, our fear, our depression, our storm, and our discouragement. He comes to us. What a God!

You may feel abandoned right now, but you’re not. The Bible says in John 14:18, “I will not abandon you or leave you as orphans in the storm — I will come to you” (LB). You can count on it!

Islam or Christianity?

The Anglican Dean of Sydney, Phillip Jensen, has written a provocative blog post titled ‘The truth behind ISIL‘.

He says it is “time to face the truth that Islam itself is in part to blame, and to help our fellow Australians, especially those from Islamic background, to understand that Islam is false”.

“We must not try to conform Islam to Christian ideals of religion. Jesus and Mohammed were very different in their life as well as in their teaching. Jesus arrived in Jerusalem on a donkey to be executed, a week later, for our sins.”

“Mohammed arrived at Mecca in front of an army of 10,000 soldiers to take the city by force. In countries where Christianity has dominated, mosques can be built, the Qur’an can be read and studied and preached in the streets, and citizens can change religion without fear of persecution, let alone execution.”

“None of these corresponding freedoms are available for Christians in countries where Islam holds sway.”

Read more: http://www.smh.com.au/national/live-antiterrorism-raids-across-sydney-and-brisbane-20140918-3fzkq.html#ixzz3DfDVaqgL

For a further eye-opening exploration of the Islamic faith compared to Christianity, kindly see:

http://www.gospelway.com/religiousgroups/islam.php

The Lord brought a special scripture to my mind tonight while I was pondering the vast difference between what the Koran teaches compared to the Bible. The God of the Bible is kind and merciful to His enemies, as evidenced by Him waiting for at least 80 years for people to repent while Noah built the ark. While Islam preaches force and submission, especially to apostates, the Bible teaches us that we should:

“…Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you; that ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”
(Matthew 5:44-45)

So we should pray for those who are caught up in Islam’s false religion: people’s lives, happiness, and their very souls are at stake.

Amen.

For the fallen

When I woke up this morning I saw a beautiful and moving service in Westminster Abbey on television, commemorating the centenary of Britain’s entry into World War on August 4, 1914.

My husband, who is not a Christian, commented that he thought the service should have been “non denominational.” Instead, it was beautifully poignant and Christ-honouring, with readings from the Bible giving dignity and hope to the occasion. As the service progressed, candles in the congregation were extinguished, reminding people of the great spiritual darkness that spread across the globe as war began.

My great uncle Charles MacKinnon (Charlie) died in the Battle of the Somme in France in 1918. His portrait hung in the hallway of my childhood home for years as a sad memorial. Curious, I did a search for his name on Google and was surprised to come across a site mentioning him (http://assevillers.80.free.fr/index_en.php?menu=centenaire&p=cemetery/mooney). Charlie was a Lance-Corporal in the 19th Battalion who was close friends with a man killed by German artillery, Corporal John Mooney. The 19th Battalion, as part of 5th Brigade and 2nd Division, was involved in all the major campaigns and battles fought by the Australian Imperial Forces (AIF) in France and Flanders throughout 1916, 1917 and 1918. In general terms, combat conditions were appalling – far more appalling than those encountered on the Gallipoli Peninsula. The AIF suffered severe casualties because of the superiority of the German army artillery and machine-gun sections in their front line units. John Mooney was killed during the night of 29-30 August, 1918. With several other soldiers, Charlie volunteered to retrieve his body. As the small group carrying the body approached the battalion’s outpost line, the Germans shelled them again. Charlie was killed in the shelling and later buried with his friends in a cemetery west of Peronne in France.

He was in his late twenties.

Today’s London service brought to mind a beautiful poem that I wanted to share with readers. It’s always resonated with me, maybe it will with you too:

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam

The “Ode of Remembrance”, given above, is an ode taken from Laurence Binyon’s poem, “For the Fallen”, which was first published in The Times in September 1914.

Lest we forget.