Pastor Allan's Blog

Once upon a time, there lived a little boy who had visions of grandeur and dreams beyond imagination.  As he grew, he believed he could walk on sticks and not one would make a sound.  He could walk in the sand without leaving a footprint.
 
His friends did heroic things, so the boy thought, he could too.  When the trees swayed to and fro, he believed God was walking in the tree tops.  So why not he?  With his bare hands, Samson killed a lion.  So why, couldn’t the boy grab a lion by the beard and wrestle him to the ground?  The greatest earthly King of all, King David, ruled justly and serving his heavenly King.  From a lowly shepherd boy did David arise.  The imaginative boy thought, “Why not me?”  Solomon was the richest of all and the boy said, “I pray God favors me.”  Micah foretold the place of Jesus birth, Bethlehem.  The boy so wanted to see into the future.  Peter preached and one day baptized 3,000.  “If only I could do that!” thought the boy.  Jesus came to save them all, but those He came to save knew Him not, so they killed Him.  The boy thought and thought and then admitted, “I can’t do that.”
 
Visualizing Jesus on the cross, barely recognizable as a man, a sudden dose of growing up hit the boy.  In a moment, he knew he couldn’t be anything or anyone but himself.
 
After looking around at all his heroes, the boy, now a man, put away his visions of youth and now simply asks, “What can I do to bring about God’s Kingdom here on earth?”  Not wanting to leave his boyhood behind, the man says, “I can do all those things my heroes did.  They were mighty men of God and every one of them pointed to Jesus.”
 
So, here I am pointing you toward Jesus….can you see Him?
 
Trying not to grow up…..
Pastor Allan
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More and more, day by day I’ve been trying to live up to the standard to which Jesus calls each one of us.  From Matthew 25:40, we read the high calling to which Jesus expects.  “The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for Me.”
 
So a man calls for a little food.  So I give him some food.  Then again he calls.  Once again my heart says, “Yes.”  My head says, “No.”  My heart wins, but this time I carry the groceries into his rental house.  I’m appalled!  The landlord should be ashamed to ask for any money at all, let alone $750.00 per month from people that can’t afford to pay $7.50 per month.
 
No work, addicted to cigarettes, a disabled child, makes wrong decisions; truly one of the “least of these”---and I help him.   
 
I witness to his wife and him.  After all, I paid the grocery bill to get in front of them.  They politely listen and say, “We’ll come to church.”  They never come and I’m disappointed they aren’t hearing the word of God from me or from anyone.  A few weeks go by and it’s the same guy asking for more food.  This time my head wins and I say, “No, not today.” (I was actually out of town….but it hurt me to say, “No.”)
 
I wonder if this is how Jesus felt when he healed ten and only one came back to thank him.  In a very small way, I understand how hopeless Jesus must have felt as He ministered to His people.  He tried to save the world and yet the world killed Him.
 
So what am I to do?  What are you called to do?
 
Oh, before you answer, think on this.  “But by the grace of God, there go I.”
 
Between a rock and a hard place…..but continuing to try my best for the Master.

Pastor Allan

During the summer, we all see churches advertise Vacation Bible School.  Years ago, VBS was not a summertime option, it was a requirement; a rite of passage your parents took you to.  So it was with me as well.
 
Two miles away from our farm where we lived stood a little, quaint, old country church.  I remember Mom packing a lunch with some juice or water, and then she drove me to that piece of heaven in the country.
 
The first day, I went with trepidation and some fear.  As Mom drove up to the church yard, all my anxiety disappeared.  Coming into view was a baseball field—complete with a backstop.  As a boy, I knew in that moment that God is good!
 
I learned about Jesus, played ball, and at the end of the day it was time to walk home, the whole two miles.  The ditches were full of water and full of tadpoles.  With a little bowl from my lunch, I waded into the water to scoop up my catch to take home to put in the cow tank.  It’s a wonder I didn’t drown in those ditches.  If you’re from Iowa, you know that you don’t drive into the ditch, you fall into it.  In other words, they are steep and deep.
 
At the end of VBS, there was a program.  Some things never change.  I was assigned to be the preacher for the day and I had to memorize Psalm 23.  Ummmm….preacher for the day.  A foreshadow of things to come.
 
So here’s what I learned in VBS:

1. How to play ball;
2. How to walk home;
3. How to catch tadpoles; and
4. How to be sprinkled with the love of Jesus!

Hope I can sprinkle a little Jesus into your life!
 
Blessed and highly favored---just as you are!
Pastor Allan
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Usually, I try to relate in these reflections a life story, some funny, some more serious, but always true and from my heart.  Maybe that’s why this paper is entitled, “…..from the heart…”
 
Tonight as I write this, my heart aches as Armona stands vigil at the bedside of her long-time friend, Martha Hoard.  Martha came into our family life with a simple phone call after her brother had died.  All that was said was, “We are here for you.”  Since then, Martha has been at family holidays, birthdays, and just about any day…Martha was part of our family.
 
Always an encourager, always a friend, never a cross word or even a raised eyebrow.  Then in one day, that all stopped with a stroke.  Bedridden, non-communicative and seemingly wasting away, often we’ve asked God, “You know the purpose for this suffering for You are Sovereign….help us to cope.”
 
But we are not in control, for God alone reigns over life and death.  So, we wait tonight for that last breath we’ve prayed for.  But even knowing the day would come, our hearts are not ready.  Maybe mine hurts so because I know that Armona’s heart is broken.
 
Ours is not to ask why, but to simply trust and obey.  In the end, we praise God for the eternal life waiting each of us who believe in His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ.  Martha will soon meet Him face to face.
 
With a heavy heart, I remain,
Martha’s Pastor and friend
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When I was a Boy Scout, our troop went camping one night.  I remember well that evening as we all sat around a pile of logs, wondering how we were going to start the fire.
 
There were sliced potatoes to fry and sweet corn to roast, but no fire.  While we boys obviously came unprepared, our trooper leader rose up to the rescue.  “Never fear, young men of Troop 63 for your leader” (in Mighty Mouse flashback said) “is here to save the day!”  With that, he produced a small bottle of “Boy Scout water” and a match.  In a moment there was fire as all of us youngsters thought, “That “Boy Scout water” sure smells like gasoline.” J
 
So as I reminisce about that event in my life, I can’t help but now think that a whole lot of people are sitting around a bunch of logs, living life and nothing is happening except living life.  With no fire in their life, they aren’t going to fry any potatoes or roast any corn.  If the logs aren’t burning at the end of life, the logs are still there unused…..for nothing has happened.
 
I’m glad to report that today my leader is Captain of the Lord’s Army and His name is Jesus.  He doesn’t carry any “Boy Scout water” with which to anoint me.  Instead, the fire that now burns within me is the Holy Spirit fire.  At the end of my life, though only dust and ashes might remain, I pray I’ve made a difference as a humble disciple of Jesus.
 
Praying that I’ve made a difference in your life.  As you journey with Jesus, I’m praying you will also make a difference in the life of another.  “It only takes a spark to get a fire going….”
 
Love you,
Pastor Allan
 
© 2019 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved

Things that cause me to wonder:

• In the winter, if the furnace temperature is 70 degrees, it’s too cold.  For some, that same 70 degrees in the summer is too hot;
• You can’t sell dollar bills for fifty cents;
• If the speed limit is 55 mph, everyone drives 60 mph.  If they raise the speed limit to 60 mph, everyone will drive 65 mph;
• Fishermen who stand on the shoreline, wish they had a boat.  Fishermen in a boat fish close to shore;
• A whole lot of people preach tolerance, but they sometimes are so intolerant;
• People extol the convenience of shopping online.  With the same breath, they lament the closing of local retail stores;

 
Here’s the real wonderment.  No maybe more like a real sadness. 

• People who reject Jesus and choose to live for the day.

 
In Joshua 15:24, Joshua said, “Choose this day whom you will serve.  But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”
 
So, let me ask, who do you and your family serve?
 
Love,
Pastor Allan
© 2019 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved

Once upon a time, I followed New Hampshire Bob up into the mountains.  You guessed it, it was in New Hampshire!
I put my trust in the fact that New Hampshire Bob knew his way up this mountain we were hiking, surely he would know the way back down the mountain.  If ever you’ve watched Gilligan’s Island (that dates me) the theme song says in part, “….a three hour tour…”  Well that three hour tour turned into years on what is referred to as “Gilligan’s Island.”  So it seemed with our adventure with New Hampshire Bob.
My family of four, New Hampshire Bob, his daughter, and their poodle, embarked for a day of adventure.  We reached the turn-around point and New Hampshire Bob suddenly pulls out an old wrinkled map and says, “I think if we go this way, we’ll get back from our hike in the same amount of time.”  Then he added, “And we’ll see new scenery.”  What I’ve learned in my mountain excursions is that if you hike up, the scenery is one way and when you turn around and hike down, the scenery changes.
So, off on a new course down the mountain we went.  After a while, New Hampshire Bob is turning his map as if to decide which way is the top.  This is a bad sign.  My confidence is wavering with New Hampshire Bob.  But when he poured out the last of our water for the poodle, what confidence I did have vanished as fast as the dog lapped up the water.  Did I say it was the LAST of our water?
Night is beginning to creep through the forest.  Mosquitoes as big as birds are sitting on the tree branches.  The temperature is beginning to cool.  My mind is racing on how to protect my family for the night.  My parched tongue reminded me that the poodle drank the last of our water.  If a bear comes along, all I’ve got to do is out run the poodle.  Wait!  The bear will still be hungry.  Keep running!
“Quiet everyone!  Listen.”  I hear cars on the hi-way over there.  Forget the map, follow me!”  Off the trail we go and up onto the hi-way, fifty feet from out car!  Praise God!
What’s the lesson here?  It’s not about trusting New Hampshire Bob.  It’s about standing still when you’re in a panic and letting the Lord show you the way!
 
Peace,
Pastor Allan
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June 23, 2019
 
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
 
The other morning, I looked out the window and into my back yard.  There were four little fawns running, jumping, and seemingly playing tag with each other.  It’s one of those events I call a “snow globe moment.”  You know, inside a snow globe, life is so seemingly perfect and frozen in time.
 
Here are a few of my “snow globe moments:”
 

• Thinking back on those Christmases from long ago when Santa Claus and Rudolph were so very real;
• Watching my bride walk down the aisle on our wedding day;
• Hearing the borning cry of my son and first grandson;
• Trying to decide if I should be in the delivery room when Armona was in labor with Lisa.  The doctor threw a pair of green operating pants/shirt at me and said, “Follow me.”  I’ve never regretted taking that advice;
• Baptizing my grandson Noah;
• Being with my disabled friend in Branson and asking him if he wanted popcorn or ice cream.  Popcorn was the vote.  Then I realized I needed to put each kernel on his tongue.  

 
I have so many more “snow globe moments.”  But the only moments that will live on forever are those times I have been able to witness for Jesus.
 
One life will soon be past.  Only what’s been done for Christ will last.  Now, there’s advice to live by…..
 
Have a great day!
 
Love,
Pastor Allan
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Last week was Pentecost.  So, quite naturally I have been having this overpowering feeling of the Holy Spirit presence.  This strange sense of inward peace and yet at the same time, the energy to do my part as a soldier in the army of God.
 
First of all, the presence and peace we all yearn after, search for.  In John 14:27, Jesus said, “Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you.”  As I reflect on what the Master said, I am kind of thinking most of us think of peace as, “Not being at war with someone or something.”  I am finding peace in just accepting things as they are (as long as they are in alignment with God’s Holy Word).  My Dad always said, “It is what it is.”  So to expand on that, my motto is, “if it doesn’t matter a hundred years from now, it doesn’t matter.”
 
Then there are moments of high intensity, times when the status quo is not acceptable.  For instance, knowing the unsaved is not acceptable.  Why?  Because a hundred years from now, for that person, it does matter!
 
Why don’t you take time to watch the Lord walk in the tree tops as they bend and sway to and fro?  Watch a cloud move overhead and just wonder.  Sit and be amazed as God paints a new picture every evening at sunset.  Watch as the night stars twinkle and seemingly, even blink at you as if to say, “Hello.”  Wade into the Word of God and just sit in the warmth of what you read.  Let the Holy Spirit enfold you, fill you!
 
Can’t seem to get it?  Read Luke 11:13.  There you will learn, it’s as simple as asking Jesus to send the Holy Spirit to you.
 
 
 
In the presence of Jesus,
Pastor Allan
 
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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
© 2019 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved

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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