Tuesday, 29 January 2019

Our house sold in a phone booth in Yuma, Arizona!

In Deuteronomy 7:9 (New Living Translation) we read: Understand, therefore, that the Lord your God is indeed God. He is the faithful God who keeps his covenant for a thousand generations and lavishes His unfailing love on those who love Him and obey His commands.

The dictionary defines the word lavish as profuse, exuberant, lush and opulent.  So, when the Word of God says that the Lord lavishes his unfailing love on you, it’s not a little bit of love, it is not a second-hand kind of love, it is not a distant kind of love, no, it’s a first quality love, an exuberant and unconditional love.

As I share with you the awesome faithfulness of God, I want to give the Lord all glory for what He has done for Roger & I. In the last 10 years His faithfulness has continued to be awesome towards me.  Every day, even in the hardest and darkest hours of my life, I am always in awe of Him.  In awe on how He always takes care of me, my ministry, my situations, and my every need.

I also want to encourage you.  The Lord is no respecter of person, so if He does it for me, He will do it for you. In the same manner as He as He lavishes His love on us, daily, He also lavishes His faithfulness on our lives.

I’m sure if you all took a piece of paper and a pen it would not take very long for each of you to fill a page of times, situations and circumstances where His faithfulness brought you through some very difficult seasons, or in times of great need in each of your lives.

The following testimony is only one of the many times the Lord was faithful to us in the last 38 years.

In August 1990, when we left Ottawa for the mission field in Mexico, our beautiful country home in Carp was still on the market. It had been on the market for months. It was a beautiful home with all the bells and whistles, but in was far in the country side and expensive.  Therefore, prospective buyers were and far between. It was listed with a prominent Ottawa realtor.

Back in those days, there were no cell phones or wireless services. Nevertheless, before we left, we promised our kids that we would call them every day to make sure all was well back in Carp.  It was also a way to let them know we were doing well as were traveling to California.

Every evening I would make a collect call and ask to speak to Denise.  If everything was fine, the kids would just say that I was not there, and I would hang up.  If they needed to talk to us our daughter Chantal would get on the line and pretend to be me. This way we avoided long distance charges every evening.

One evening we had arrived in Yuma, Arizona which is about 4 hours away from San Diego.  We were hungry and tired.  It was 10:00 p.m. back in Ontario when we finally called the kids.

My daughter picked up the phone and answered pretending to be me.  She was in a mild panic. We had received an offer on our house and the offer was going to expire at midnight.

From the phone booth, we contacted our real estate agent who put us on hold, called the real estate agent for the prospective buyers who put her on hold while he contacted his clients.

We went through the offer with our realtor. She would then get on the other line with the other agent, who would then talk to his clients on another line. This went on for quite some time.

We had been in the phone booth for such a long time that the owner of the campsite brought us two chairs and said: If you are going to spend the night in this phone booth you might as well sit down.

Every once in a while, the telephone operator would make us put more quarters in the payphone.  Again, the campground manager bailed us out by supplying us with those much-needed quarters

We had to decide on a fair price, so we haggled over that for a while.  But after 1.5 hour into this phone call, we had a solid offer.  We had just sold our house in a phone booth in Yuma, Arizona. It was at 11:30 p.m. in Ottawa. Then, we called the kids to tell them the good news.

We had left home trusting the Lord would take care of the sale of our house, and He did.  He was faithful……….so very faithful.

The Lord had honored our faith by leaving after the business sold. Before we even got to San Diego, the house had sold, it sold, in a phone booth in Yuma, Arizona.

When we finally returned to our trailer, we realized that in this specific situation, the Lord had lavished His unfailing love on us, it was not a little bit of love, it was not a second-hand kind of love, it was not a distant kind of love, no, it was a first quality love, an exuberant and unconditional love.

To this day, almost 29 years later, He daily continues to lavish this kind of exuberant love on my life and ministry.

I pray this has encouraged you to believe that the Lord’s exuberant love is also available to you.

Be blessed!


Tuesday, 22 January 2019

Count your blessings one by one!


Details about this song writer: This hymn was written by Johnson Oatman, Jr. in 1897. He was born in 1856 and died in1922. His father, Johnson Oatman, Sr., a prominent businessman in the small town of Lumbertown, New Jersey, was a well-known singer in Christian circles.

Johnson Jr. worked in his father’s business. In fact, it seemed he lived in his father’s shadow all his life… even carrying his father’s name. Young Johnson could not sing as well as his father.
He eventually became an ordained Methodist minister and often preached in the small churches in the area. He also sang in those small churches, but he never could never sing like his father sang. Yet he grew up wanting to make some musical contributions of his own. 
When Johnson Jr. was 36-years-old, he counted his blessings… and discovered a talent he never realized he had. He could write songs! For the next 3 decades he wrote 4 or 5 new gospel songs each week! So, every year some 200 songs flowed from his pen. He eventually had written 5,000 songs and was happy that in his musical compositions he had found a way to “preach the Gospel.” 

He didn’t want money for his hymns, but his publisher, Edwin Excell insisted… so Johnson Jr. agreed to accept $1 per song.

Johnson Oatman was a humble man but that never stopped him for knowing how many blessings the Lord sent his way. 

Read the words of this song and then take the time to count your blessings one by one.

Be grateful and always remember what the Lord has done for you.

All of you have talents and qualities, just let the Lord develop them. Let Him work in you and through you. Then, you will be surprised at what the Lord will do.

Count your blessings… name them one by one.
When upon life’s billows you are tempest-tossed,
when you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,
count your many blessings, name them one by one,
and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
count your blessings, see what God has done!
Count your blessings, name them one by one,
Count your many blessings, see what God has done.
And it will surprise you what the Lord has done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,
and you will keep singing as the days go by.  (Refrain)
When you look at others with their lands and gold,
think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;
count your many blessings—money cannot buy,
your reward in Heaven, nor your home on high.  (Refrain)

So, amid the conflict whether great or small,
do not be discouraged, God is over all;
count your many blessings, angels will attend,
help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.  (Refrain)
Count your blessings name them one by one
Count your blessings see what God has done
Count your blessings name them one by one
Count your many blessings see what God has done.

Count your blessings name them one by one
Count your blessings see what God has done
Count your blessings name them one by one
Count your many blessings see what God has done!

You can listen to this song on YouTube. It may not be the type of music
that we sing today, but if you read the words carefully, it is
really a beautiful worship song.

Take care everyone!


Sunday, 13 January 2019

Take a look at Grandpa's hands!

Take a look at grandpa’s hands

Grandpa, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. He didn't move, just sat with his head down staring at his hands. When I sat down beside him he didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat,

 I wondered if he was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb him but wanting to check on him

at the same time, I asked him if he was OK.

He raised his head and looked at me and smiled.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," he said in a clear strong voice.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandpa, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to him. 

"Have you ever looked at your hands," he asked. 
"I mean really looked at your hands?"


I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point he was making.

Grandpa smiled and related this story:

"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled, and weak have been the tools I have used all my life

to reach out and grab and embrace life.

They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. 

As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. 

They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. 

They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. 

They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. 

Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I 
was married and loved someone special. 

They trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse and walked my daughter down the aisle. 


They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed

and cleansed the rest of my body. 

They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. 

And to this day, when not much of anything else of me works 
real well, these hands hold me up, lay me down,

and again continue to fold in prayer. 

These hands are the mark of where I've been and the 
ruggedness of my life. 

But more importantly it will be these hands that God will 
reach out and take when he leads me home. 

And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there 
I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ." 

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God 
reached out and took my grandpa's hands and led him home.

When my hands are hurt or sore I think of Grandpa.


I know he has been 
stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.


And one day, with my hands, I, too, want to touch the face of God

 and feel His hands upon my face.

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