Pastor Allan's Blog

Well, this past week we celebrated D-Day.  A whole lot of boys became men that day.  I salute them all!
 
Below are a couple of memorable “war stories” I’ve been told over the years.
 

• An army private engaged in fierce combat in France told me that a red hot 8 mm artillery shell skidded across the ground and stopped right beside him.  He said, “God was watching out for me that day.  The shell did not explode.”
• Serving under General Patton, another infantry man crawled out from under his tank after repair between battles and when he stood up, he was face to face with General Dwight D. Eisenhower.  He started to salute, but Eisenhower said, “Don’t salute me soldier.  If you do, the Germans will know I’m a high value target.”
• That same infantry man serving under General Patton helped liberate a Nazi concentration camp.  For those who want to rewrite history and say the holocaust never happened, he showed me black and white pictures of people stacked like a pile of wood.  He said the Germans had just dug a mass grave for all of them.  But when the Americans got there, they made the Nazis dig individual graves with shovels.
• A seaman aboard the USS Missouri witnessed the signing of Japan’s surrender to General MacArthur.  After the signing, they took the signing table back down to the mess hall.  A while later, someone said, “We need to save that table.  It has historical significance.”  My friend went down to retrieve it, but he wasn’t 100% sure they picked the right table.
• We’ve all seen pictures of General MacArthur walking in the water as the Americans stormed ashore at the Philippians.  Another seaman told me, “That was all staged.  The battle had already been won.”

If you have a short war story to share, I would love to hear from you!
 
Isaiah 2:4 tells us of a day yet to come.  “…..they shall beat their swords into plowshares, and their spears into pruning hooks:…neither shall they learn war anymore.”
 
May the Lord hasten that day of peace!
Blessings,
Pastor Allan
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So, last week our family took a few days and went to Florida for some fun in the sun.  However, once we got there, the sand was hot on your feet and we needed to rent an umbrella to keep the sun off our head. J (What a great way to take a nap….sitting in the shade and listening to the beautiful ocean waves!)  Needless to say----we all had a BLAST!!
 
In the heat of one afternoon, with the ocean waves well above my head, (I didn’t discover this until I waded out into the water), Micah and I decided to venture out and, as the waves rolled in, we were going to jump and let the waves carry us.  Do you know the power a six foot wall of water can deliver?  After the first wave hits you and about the time you’re almost upright in a vertical position, SMACK, another wave tumbles you along the sandy ocean floor.  O.K., this is getting serious, me against the ocean.  By this time, Micah has started to head to shore and he’s digging sand out of his swimming suit while I’m just trying to keep mine on!! J
 
Remember the “me versus the ocean?”  The ocean never relented and only roared as I exited back to my chair….thankfully with my swimming trunks securely fastened!
 
On the last day, little Noah, with a worried look on his face, recounted this story.  “You know, in Atlanta there is only forty minutes to switch airplanes.  That’s a really big airport and we’ll have to run from one airplane to the next.  What if Grandpa can’t keep up?”  Well, the end of the story is that God blessed us with landing at gate 18 and leaving at gate 16---Grandpa kept up!! J
 
So, here’s my advice to you.  Go out and create a few happy memories with your own family!  It’s a wonderful gift from God!!
 
Love to all,
Pastor Allan
 
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The end of the school year is fast approaching.  How I remember my grade school days as the traditional May 26 dismissal date haunted me so.
 
You ask, “Why did the end of the school year haunt you?”  Well, here’s the deal.  Every year I feared I would not pass to the next grade.  I feared flunking and wearing that brand.  Besides, if I was held back, I would have to make all new friends.
 
I started Kindergarten when I was four years old.  It took me until ninth grade to figure out that school was more about learning than having fun.  So what, if Mrs. Brown, my Kindergarten teacher, gave me all “frowny faces.”  I even got “frowny faces” for nap time. L  Funny, now I excel at that! J
 
Even in high school, though my parents would have been happier if I “got better grades,” grades weren’t that important to me.  It was more important to have fun with my friends.
 
Then at some point it hit me, 1st Corinthians 13:11, “When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.  When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.”
 
There are “turn arounds” in life and I’m happy to report that I never did fail a grade in school and while in college, I actually made the Dean’s List.  Wasn’t easy….but I did it!
 
But, you know what?  Mrs. Brown’s “frowny faces” still haunt me.  Maybe I should look at those “not such good report cards” at one point in my life, as the very thing that drove me forward.
 
Always trusting Jesus!
Pastor Allan
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Often it is good to dream about possibilities.  My friend, Dr. Clarence Tompkins, who founded Friendship Haven, always said, “Dream no small dreams….”  Well, I’m tellin’ you, I’m good at dreamin’!
 
People often talk about, dream about, their dream retirement place.  Often, it’s on the beach in warmer weather.  Let me paint a picture of what a dream retirement place for me might look like.  Now remember….it is a dream…not realistic.
 
Instead of looking out over an ocean or lake every sunset, I visualize watching God paint the sky every evening from the vantage point of sitting in a serene valley that is surrounded by low, rising mountains all around.  Through my valley, flows a stream of sparkling diamonds.  Along that stream come herds of elk and beautiful horses to drink from this river of life.  As I leisurely stroll along, the animals of the field greet me by name.  Peace and calm chase away the storms of life.
 
On the front porch of my log cabin sit two mountain lions, easy to pet.  There they guard against foe, but know a friend.  I hear the laughter of little bunnies in the yard as they chase and play.  An owl in the tree “hoots” with approval.
 
Not too far away, is a small lake of shiny, crystal; clear as clear can be, to the bottom I can see.  Just for playing, rocks for skipping lay all about.  Here, I stand still to hear the whispering pines.  I watch them sway to and fro as often I say, “Look, God is walking on the tree tops.”
 
A stroll to the barn that smells of fresh cut hay.  There my chariot awaits for a ride around my little Kingdom.  Pulled by horses of imaginary fire from Elijah’s descendent.
 
Then I’m awakened and my dream must end.  Oh wait, maybe one day in heaven…….
 
Love you all,
Pastor Allan
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A long time ago we were boating with some friends.  Driving along the lakeshore “oohing and awing” at the spectacular homes, here’s how part of our conversation went.
“I’ll take that one.”
“You can’t have it.”
“Why not?”
“You can’t afford it!”
With every beautiful home we boated by, that was the conversation.  I know, you’ve had the same conversation.
Up ahead, there was an old man sitting on a lawn chair in the middle of a lot.  In front of him was a sign, “Lot for sale.”
Maybe we can afford this one.  At least it would be fun to inquire.  Stopping the boat, here’s how this conversation went:
Me: “Good morning.  That’s a pretty nice lot you’re sitting on.”
Old Man: “Ya, it is a nice lot.”
Me: “How much are you asking for that lot?”
Old Man: “Not my lot.” (He then proceeded to tell me how much that lot was listed for.)
Me: “That’s a whole lot of money!”
Old Man: “It is a lot of money for a lot this size.”
Me: “Well, thanks a lot.”
 
As we boated away and after our exchange of “lots,” everyone in the boat doubled over with LOTS of laughter!
Love you all---a LOT!!
Pastor Allan

Animals (and others) that have chased after me:

• Mr. Tom Turkey was a fast runner and when he flapped his wings, he was bigger and scarier than he actually was.  But old Mr. Tom couldn’t outrun my Dad on that one cold Thanksgiving Day.
• There’s nothing as intimidating to a six year old than Goosey Gander strutin’ after you making that hissing sound.
• My friend had a horse.  I only had a bicycle.  One day, we were together and that big-o-horse charged right at me.  Now I can outrun a turkey or goose, but a horse, that’s of a different color! J  What was I to do?  I cowered under my bicycle and the horse jumped over me.  I wonder if the horse had been a bull if I might have grown up to be a rodeo clown…..Nah.
• One day, I opened the garage door and there stood Possy Possum, who immediately fell over feigning death.  “Hey, Possy, you gotta move.  Otherwise you’re no longer going to be rotund, but flat.”  No movement.  So I got the shovel to kind of just scoot her out of the way.  Suddenly, that little hair-ball stood up, snarled at me and at first ran toward me before realizing that I was bigger than she!
• Here’s the best, saved for last.  A long time ago, Armona and I were snorkeling in Hawaii.  The water was warm, pristine, and clear.  We spotted a big-ole-turtle, big as a bathtub.  After watching it for a while, it began to move….ever so slowly.  We turned around to swim back to our boat.  Suddenly, Armona hits me in the shoulder with a “look behind you.”  Sure enough that big-ole-turtle was right on our toes.  Just glad he wasn’t a big-ole-snapping turtle!

Those are just a few of the creatures who have chased after me.  But the most relentless person chasing me has been Jesus Christ.  He was so persistent, He even chased me to the cross……
 
He’s right behind you too!
 
Love you all,
 
Pastor Allan
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Out of the back seat of my car I hear this question from a seven year old with an inquisitive mind.
 
“Grandpa,” came the sound of his soft voice. “Yes, Noah,” I answered.  Now, the question comes forth.  “When you waste gas, where does it go?”
 
Needless to say, I had no answer.  I just can’t do any better than this! J
 
But I can tell you from experience, enjoy every day to the fullest with your children and grandchildren….they are very special blessings sent from our heavenly Father!  Who, by the way, loves our children and grandchildren even more than we do!  What a tremendous God we serve!!
 
Love you all,
Pastor Allan
 
PS….if you know the answer to Noah’s question….let me know! J J
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So about Easter time every year my Dad took me over to Welp’s Hatchery.  There in the hatchery was a brooder house.  For you city slickers, that is where baby chickens are raised.  Here’s another fact for you non-farmers.  Baby chickens are called pullets.  At any rate, within this brooder house was a sea of constant movement of yellow.  The sound of chirping filled the air….those were very special days!
 
Then, what do you know, lo and behold on Easter morning, there were always colored baby chicken pullets in my Easter basket, not yellow, but orange, blue, and an assortment of many colors.  I marveled how this could be.
 
After a while—a very short while—of playing with my gift, these pullets were unceremoniously ushered out to our brooder house on the farm.  Did you know you can’t train a chicken to do any tricks?
 
Soon, those brightly colored pullets lost their luster as the dye wore away and new feathers grew in.  Before long, there was no difference between the Easter chick and all the rest of the chickens.  Failing those identifying marks, there was no emotional attachment to any pet chickens.
 
Well, today is Easter and as I reminisce about days gone by, I think of Jesus’ resurrection from the grave.  Did He do that for you?  Yes, He did!
 
Though seemingly lost in a sea of humanity, God recognizes you and calls you by name.  Isaiah 43:1 says, “Don’t be afraid, for I have ransomed you; I have called you by name; you are Mine.”
 
God recognizes us even without any distinguishing markings.  The question is, will you recognize Him when He calls out your name?
 
Christ is risen!  He is risen indeed!
Love in Him,
Pastor Allan

God, I know what I am.  I lament what I am not.  So Lord, I’m relying on You alone to get me from where I am to where You want me to be.  When I am finally there, no longer will I lament what I am not.
 
Every person I know has something deep within that drives them ever forward, reaching out for something more.  That something always elusive, just beyond grasp.  Fame, fortune, are but two earthly treasures for which we search.  When we think we’re finally there, like catching a handful of smoke, there is nothing when we open our hand.
 
So, is it the quest, the adventure, or is it more exciting to gain the victory?  Sometimes the victory is bitter-sweet.  Fun to get there, but disappointing to know the journey is over, the prize disappointing.
 
Reflections from my heart sometimes are very personal.  Today, I want to be more than I am in the Kingdom of God.  Jesus died on the cross for me.  Though I make sacrifices for Him, when I look at what He did for me, what I do for Him pales in comparison. 
 
But I do take solace in this verse.  Here I find my rest.  From Ephesians 2:8-9, “For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is a gift of God—not by works, so that no one can boast.”
 
Maybe I’m right where God wants me to be……
 
During this Holy Week---and every week thereafter—remember what God did for you in sending His Son as a baby.  Then remember what Jesus did for you in giving His life for your salvation……
 
Love and blessings,
 
Pastor Allan
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From Matthew 7:1-3, 5-- “Do not judge, or you too will be judged.  For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.  Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? …..First take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.”
 
I came across this reading that a marriage counselor shared and it is so very appropriate for this Sunday as we come forward to receive communion.  Think on these words as we receive the gift Jesus gave us and ask Him to “forgive our sins as we forgive those who have sinned against us.”
 
“It is easy for us to identify the failures of our mates, but more difficult to admit our own.  When couples come to me for counseling, I often give each individual a sheet of paper and ask them to list their spouse’s faults.  They will write profusely for ten or fifteen minutes—some even ask for more paper. J
 
Then I ask them to make a list of their own faults.  Most people can think of one, but I have seen them sit there and sit there trying to think of a second.  We see twenty-seven things wrong with our spouse, but we may only have one to four on our own list.
 
We tend to see ourselves through rose-colored glasses.  Our faults do not look very big to us because we are used to them.  We have lived with them for years.  Naturally, then, we attribute the real problem to our mate’s behavior.  But Jesus warned us not to judge each other, because the level of criticism we use against others will be used against us.  He told us to first get the plank out of our own eye.  Once we’ve done that, we can see more clearly to help our mate deal with his or her faults.
 
When it comes to seeking genuine reconciliation with our mate, admitting our own failure is the first step.”
 
As we continue in this Lenten journey, think on the above message.  On the cross, we hear Jesus Himself say, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do…..”  Forgiveness is so very important for we all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.  Ask Jesus to forgive your sins, ask for forgiveness from those you have sinned against, and begin a new walk in your faith journey as you receive the blessed assurance of eternal life through Christ our Lord!
Love in Him…..Pastor Allan
 
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About this time of year, if you’re a parent you’re holding your breath, hoping your child doesn’t go out for track.  Hours and hours of sitting in the bleachers to watch your son or daughter for two minutes of glory---maybe. J
 
Well, when I was in high school, I went out for track.  I don’t remember if my parents made the obligatory sacrifice of time in the bleachers.  If they had, there were no moments of glory.
 
I ran the anchor in the two mile relay.  That means I ran one-half mile.  Yikes!  Now if the other team lapped you, your team lost points.  In most races, by the time I was handed the baton, the other team was almost ready to lap us.  Everyone cheered me on as I gave it my all to stay ahead of the fellow breathing down my neck.  I’m proud to report that no team ever lapped us….whew!!
 
I attribute my track success, or lack thereof, to superb training.  Charlie was the fastest guy on the team.  During practice, the coach made Charlie run behind me and try to kick me if I slowed down.  Not that I was faster than Charlie, I could just out zig-zag him all over the track.  That’s how I stayed ahead in all my races.  Erratic zig-zagging makes the guy behind you think more about his safety than passing you! J
 
You know, life is kind of like running a two mile relay.  It’s a long haul.  Following Jesus is more of an endurance run that a short sprint.  So, you need to train as Paul tells us in 1st Corinthians 9:24.  “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize?  Run in such a way to get the prize.”
 
If you feel the devil close behind you breathing down your neck, forget about the zig-zag maneuver.  Run straight toward the prize---JESUS!!  You’ll win every time!!
 
Out of breath but still loving each of you!
Pastor Allan
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The recent floods in Iowa and Nebraska tear at my heart strings as I see people trying to salvage whatever they can from the unforgiving rising water.  The water favors no one or anything, only high ground and low ground
 
As I watched the waters rise, I was reminded of the Great Flood Noah survived within the Ark.  What I notice as I read the Book of Genesis leading up to the flood is the long life of the people.  Here’s a short list of those long lived people with supporting Bible references.
                  Adam                         930 years                                       Genesis 5:4
                  Seth                           912 years                                        Genesis 5:7
                  Methuselah              969 years                                       Genesis 5:27
                  Noah                          950 years                                       Genesis 9:29
After the cataclysmic flood, the longevity of man shortened dramatically, or so it seems to me.  Look at the length of some of the people’s lives after the flood.
                  Arphaxad                 438 years                                          Genesis 11:13
                  Eber                          464 years                                          Genesis 11:17
                  Sarah                        127 years                                           Genesis 23:2
                  Abraham                  175 years                                           Genesis 25:7
Obviously, something changed after the flood.  As a fetus grows in the protection of amniotic fluid within its mother’s womb, so there must have been some kind of natural protection of man that God removed after the flood.
 
If you’re looking for the Fountain of Youth, maybe the secret lies in the time before the flood.  Let me know if you stumble across it.  Pretty soon, I’m going to need to look for it myself!
 
Blessings this day,
Pastor Allan

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Lately I’ve been thinking about stuff.  You know, that old gadget or gizmo that you think is so cool, so valuable, and one day it will be sold on auction for pennies on the dollar.  Even if you’re into collectibles, coins, antiques, and other stuff, most of the time, you buy it at retail and sell it wholesale.  So what’s your stuff worth?  I don’t want to disappoint you, but other than sentimental value, your stuff isn’t probably worth too much.
 
There was a day when I accumulated stuff.  For example, when Armona’s parents were preparing to move to a smaller home and had an auction, I bought several fishing poles—complete with hook, line, and sinker.  I took them home, hung them up in the attic and promptly forgot about them—until we moved.  After moving all my other stuff out of the attic, I decided to sweep the floor.  As I swept, something kept rolling ahead of the broom.  It sounded like marbles.  Not knowing what I was sweeping up, I took a closer look….fishing sinkers.  The line on the fishing poles had rotted and the sinkers fell off onto the floor.  So much for collecting fishing poles.  That day was an epiphany and a total revelation about my stuff.  I threw those fishing poles and a lot of other stuff away.
 
So whatever stuff you’re accumulating, here’s my advice….have an exit plan.
 
Now there’s something else in which you need to put an exit plan into place---your life.  I really don’t care how much stuff you have because, to quote an old saying, “Ya can’t take it with ya.”
 
Jesus says in Matthew 6:21, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”  So, don’t polish up your silver or gold….spend your time polishing up your love for Jesus!
 
Love in Him,
Pastor Allan
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Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be the last knight standing?  Brave and bold, he stands at the end of the battle reciting Psalm 91:5-6 to himself.  “You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the plagues that destroy at midday.  A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.”
Seemingly with no fear, my brave knight overcomes that terror of night, swats away the arrow that flies by day.  The battle rages and ten thousand fall at his right hand.
The enemy redoubles his effort, outflanks him, surrounds him, and then runs at his side, even as the bulls of Bashan.  Yet my knight does not cower from the onslaught.  My knight makes his gallant stand.
In their hands, they demand to know his name.  Yes, I am He Whom you seek after.  With just His spoken word, they all fall down, slain in the Spirit.
They lead Him away to judgment.  Not guilty, not guilty, yet in spite of the verdict, the enemy whips the crowd into a blood thirsty frenzy, like a pack of wolves on the scent.  A coward steps forward, hands Him over, and washes his hands of the lynching about to take place.
Yet, what does my knight do?  He stands silent, brave, and silent.
The enemy seemingly has overcome, conquered my knight, my hero.  I turn, I cannot watch.
The darkness overcomes the light.  The brave has lost to the coward.  All seems to be lost.
Then, at the burst of sunrise, my knight rises up out of the grave.  Victory over death is won by my knight’s resurrection!  He is my hero!
My knight said He would rise from the dead…and He has!
 
If you don’t know Him….His name is Jesus!
 
All Glory to Him,
Pastor Allan
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Well, the final curtain has fallen.  The lights have been turned off.  Sonshine Singers fades into the sunset to proclaim God’s glory another day!
 
As a Pastor, I talk to you about Jesus.  I write to you about Jesus.  But, there is one thing that the Sonshine Singers did in the lives of those who heard their inspiring music.  They helped people experience Jesus!
 
During their ministries, it’s as if the Schekinah cloud, the glory of the Lord descended upon the crowds.  A new and more brilliant face was upon the crowd as they left.  They indeed had been touched by the hand of God.
 
As for me, I watched the director from the first down beat to the last.  Vocalists and musicians, all 140 of them, literally in the palm of her hand.  All not to her glory, but to God’s glory.
 
Armona, for some of us, you—and Jesus Whom you serve--have brought us, while we yet live on earth, to within the breath of God.  The Spirit of God that dwells in you and the Sonshine Family, radiates to all those around you.  You are all gifts from God!
 
I can’t wait to see how God will use you next!
 
In the meantime, I’ll always love you all!!
 
Pastor Allan 
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Well, I never thought about the emotions that might accompany the last of a heroic, meaningful, Holy Spirit filled ministry.  For twenty years, Sonshine Singers has, for Armona, been a driving force in her life.  I cannot count the ways her ministry has affected my walk with Jesus.
 
People ask, “How does she do it?”  Year after year, she listened to countless hours of Christian music.  All those hours previewing and selecting just the right song that will touch the hearts of people.
 
If you’re a musician and are one of the several hundred people who have sung for her over the years, you know the meticulous, detail manner in which she directs.  You know the joy it has been to sing under her direction.
 
There was a time when I said, “Armona has the magic.”  Over the years I’ve matured.  I now say, “Armona has the blessing.”
 
As the twentieth year of music ministry culminates on Thursday, Friday and Saturday this week, won’t you come and hear the Word of the Lord?
 
Each year, Sonshine Singers have ministered to 2,000 people more or less.  What this group of singers have done is the closest thing to a “revival meeting” that Fort Dodge has ever experienced.
 
I was there to hear the borning song of Sonshine Singers.  I’ll be there at the end to hear their never ending hymns of glory.  I’ll be there with a tear in my eye…..
 
I’m so proud of you, Armona…..what I say about her is not brag, just fact.
 
Love to all,
Pastor Allan
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As the wind blew and the temperature plunged, the snow hit my face as if like tiny little ice pellets.  My fingers in gloves, my face wrapped in a shawl, yet there was no keeping out the cold.  Snow so deep that with every step, I lifted my knee to my chin in order to move forward.  Why do my toes feel like frozen stumps?
 
That was my journey one wintry night as I walked from my vehicle stuck in a snowbank to the house, one quarter mile.  An ordinary man would never have survived this adventurous journey.  J
 
But I’m no ordinary man I told myself as the lights in the house dimly pierced the snow and darkness.  I am indestructible, invincible, courageous, and all those other adjectives that describe me as a man.  Maybe dumb would be one of those descriptive adjectives.
 
So, there I am about to overcome all that nature could hurl against me.  I’m almost to the door.  I look like the abominable snowman.  Coat, hat, shawl, boots, all the things that make me look bigger and puffier than I already am in real life.  Out of nowhere my own dog is suddenly coming at me as if I was an avenging intruder.  I trained him to “guard,” but not me!!  “Poncho! Poncho! It’s me.”  I pulled the shawl off my face and in an instant he went from guard dog to my dog.
 
Sometimes in life, we hide who we really are.  For some reason if we let our guard down, expose who we really might be, we feel vulnerable, exposed.  Too many of us want to stay wrapped up within ourselves.  No one recognizes us, not even our own dog.
 
Take a risk sometime and feel the rush of God’s love as you proclaim to someone who you really are.  “I am the son of the Most High God!”  “I am the daughter of the Most High God!”
 
That devil dog that’s been barking at your heels, will cower and run away.  Can’t get any better than that!
 
Love to all,
Pastor Allan
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Keith Jackson long ago was a television football announcer.  With all his quips and bits of wisdom, he was simply the best.
One of his favorite sayings was, “Whoa, Nellie!”  Now apparently he grew up on a farm.  So, quite naturally people would ask if “Nellie” was a donkey.  He replied, “Yes, I had a donkey, but its name was Pearl.” 
“He’s rumblin’, stumblin’ and now he breaks out into the open.  The end zone is in his sight; Whoa Nellie!”
My Dad was the football announcer at Titonka High.  Only my Dad had his own style of announcing the plays.  He actually called the play from the booth.  If the other team had the ball, he’d say, “The quarterback drops back to pass to the tight end on the right, number 38…..”  I was his spotter.  We were a team!
Now the difference between Keith Jackson’s announcing and my Dad’s announcing was that Jackson’s words could not be heard by the players.  When my Dad announced the play in progress, it’s as if our team had the proverbial twelfth man on the field. J
Now to get up into the elevated announcer’s booth at Titonka, you had to climb a ladder.  With that in mind, picture this…..
Dad calls the play in progress, the referee blows the whistle, and runs off the field.  “Looks like he’s coming our way, Dad.”  The referee climbs the ladder and says, “Alfred, you gotta stop telling those Titonka football players where the football is.” J
Keith Jackson had his style of announcing.  My Dad had his style of announcing.
I will say, my Dad must have helped our team.  We had one loss that year….it was an away game. J
I have my style of announcing too.  “Keep your eye on the quarterback.  His name is JESUS!”

Love in Him,
Pastor Allan
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One of the joys of life is to walk in the woods.  Birds are singing, squirrels are playing, deer run on ahead of you, and the sky is so blue.  God’s creation indeed proclaims His handiwork!
 
Here’s another joy I’ve experienced in the woods---pushing over trees.  Now before you begin to compare me to Paul Bunyon, let me tell you that the trees I push over are only three or four inches in diameter and are dead and rotten.
 
With a crash, they go over.  In their fall, I sense this feeling of dominance over the world, or at least that one tree. J
 
Lately though, I’ve not had that feeling of exuberance.  Some days, I feel more like the tree that I just pushed over.  Once tall and straight reaching for the sky.  Now lying flat on the forest floor.  Once the view was expansive and broad.  Now….not so much.
 
O.K.—one paragraph of my own pity party is enough.  Unlike that tree lying flat on the ground, I can pick myself up and walk out of the woods to face a new day.  Oh no, there’s stickery thingys on my pants.  It’s going to take forever to pull them out.  Oh wait, my shoes are all muddy, at least I hope it’s mud. J
 
Yes, one day up and one day down.  We all have them.  It’s called life.  So I guess I’ll just get over it. 
 
Life is too short to get pushed over and stay there.  Life is too short not to walk into the woods and risk getting stickery thingys on my pants or mud—or something—on my shoes.  I need to enjoy each and every day God blesses me with---after all, it’s one more day to witness and worship my Lord and Savior!
 
Here’s something Solomon might have said….no matter the years, life is too short.  Make it count, my friends!
 
Love in Christ,
Pastor Allan
© 2019 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved

Mama, I’m hungry and thirsty.  Mama, I’m cold.  Mama, where are you?  I need you…..
This may well be the heart-wrenching cry of a little baby boy named Danu in the Congo in Africa.  In this desolate place, where malnutrition, oh let’s call it like it is, starvation stunts the growth of 66% of the children, there is hope.  Here where nine out of ten women have lived through the death of a child younger than age six, there is hope.  Here where only 24% of the girls are privileged to go to school, there is hope.
Psalm 121:1-2 says, “I lift my eyes to the hills—where does my help come from?  My help comes from the Maker of heaven and earth.”
Yes, Danu is a real little boy.  Only for him, his mother could not answer.  She had died in childbirth.  Living in a pagan village the people thought he was cursed.  So his father laid Danu on the ground in the cemetery, there to die.
By the grace of God, a Covenant missionary woman came along and rescued him from certain death.  As she carried this dying little baby boy away, she changed his name from Danu, which in Congolese means “abandoned,” to his new name, Precious.
I share this abbreviated story because I know first-hand that it is true.  Danu’s story and so many like him have opened my eyes and heart to the plight of so many children in this area of the Congo.
“I lift my eyes to the hills from which my help comes….”   Sometimes, no most of the time, I feel like God has placed me in those hills to deliver help---and I do, as much as I can.
You may think I’m forward, but what do I have to lose?  For $1.32 a day, less than a cup of coffee, you too can help.
Please call me for details (515-570-4846) or send a check, for as much as you can, made payable to First Covenant Church.  (The address is 201 Avenue H, Fort Dodge, Iowa. 50501)  Every penny of this donation will be sent directly to the Congo and then you too will make a huge difference in the life of a child.  
 
Won’t you stand in the hills with me to bring hope to the poorest place in the world?
 
Love my Covenant Kids-Congo,
Pastor Allan
© 2019 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved