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August 14, 2022
Reflections From the Heart of Allan Redenius Oh boy! What a day! Life surely would have changed—if only. If only, I had won the $1.3 billion lottery prize last week. But I did not---I guess you must buy a ticket to have a chance. 😊 At the dinner table, probably like most of America, my family discussed, “What would we do with that much money?” I pray we would spend and use it wisely. But, without a doubt, a windfall of that much money would change anyone’s life. Personally, the first thing I would do, after catching my breath, would be to sit down and have a time of prayer and talk with Jesus. With that much money, so much Kingdom work could be done. From feeding the hungry to caring for the orphans, God’s work is never done. I would want to be a good steward of the wealth entrusted to me. Of course, I have my own personal wish list, which, by the way, would be fairly modest. After giving away a healthy portion of that fortune, then one needs to think about investing what remains. The after-tax proceeds of this lottery winning was somewhere around $700,000,000. That’s a LOT of money! If you invested it at a one percent rate of return, you would earn more money that you could spend in one year, $7,000,000. Talk about a well that never runs dry—a money tree that never stops growing. So, besides buying a private jet and yacht (just kidding), how would you use that much money? Remember God told Solomon he could have anything he wanted, and Solomon chose wisdom. Because he chose wisely riches beyond measure were added unto Solomon. If you wished you had won the lottery, I say….be careful what you wish for. As for me, if a Genie pops up and gives me one wish---I’m asking for a thousand more wishes. 😊 Just dreaming…. Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved
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August 7, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius We all like sparkly things. In our world today, we call it bling. But there’s a difference between real and bling. People are like that, some are just bling and others are real. Over the years, I’ve learned the difference between high quality diamonds that sparkle and glitter, and diamonds of lower quality that have no luster about them at all. Maybe that’s why I so enjoy window shopping at a fine jewelry store. If there ever comes a time to buy a diamond, always take it away from the counter and look at it under normal lighting conditions. In the display case there are really bright lights which make even poor diamonds, sparkle. People are a lot like diamonds. Some sparkle and glimmer while others don’t. Those whom you think are of high quality, once outside the display case, lose their appeal. Then there are those who, no matter the light, never shine out. Sometimes though, it’s those who are the least among us, with a little polishing and love, that glow the brightest. On the other hand, all of us want to be around people who are natural shining stars, but often, when not in the limelight, they disappoint. Sometimes the friends we choose are like brilliant diamonds that last forever. At other times, there are friends that are there just for a season, and soon lose their shine. Proverbs 17:17 says this about friends. “A friend loves at all times….” Who is the one friend you can count on at all times? His name is JESUS! I know I need a lot of polishing, but thanks for being my friend!! 😊 Love, Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved July 24, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius I’ll admit it. I’m a dreamer. When I was younger, my dreams were imaginative and even sometimes beyond reach. Way back then, I was young and didn’t know some dreams just don’t come true. Though beyond my grasp, my quest for what I dreamed, was not diminished. Could it be my dream will come true, just over the next hilltop? I’ve climbed a lot of hilltops and, when there at the pinnacle, do you know what often comes into view? In the distance, on the horizon, are a thousand more hilltops. Every once in a while, at the top, I find a treasure. Those treasures motivate me to move ever forward, hoping the next impossible dream is realized. Here are some dreams of my youth:
There are dreams yet to be realized. Yes, there are dreams to be had, dreams to be fulfilled, even in old age. That’s God’s promise in Joel 2:28. “…your old men shall dream dreams…” Here are just a few of my dreams of today.
Over the years, my dreams have changed. The dreams of my youth were, for the most part, self-centered. I climbed a thousand hilltops to find treasure here on earth. Now my dreams are centered on that mansion just over the hilltop. What are your dreams? Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved July 17, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius A long time ago, I belonged to an investment club. Once a month, twelve of us would gather, pay dues, have the club pay for our lunch, all the while thinking we were getting a free lunch on the club. Our adopted motto was simple. “Buy high, sell low.” At least, that’s the way it worked sometimes. In the end, I don’t know if I made any real money, what with the club buying my monthly meal, but I made friends and had a good time. Every month, someone was designated to research a stock of their choice and come with a recommendation to buy that particular stock. Here’s the funny thing about the stock we did sometimes sell. If the investment made a profit, the person who recommended that stock always reminded the others, “That was my recommendation.” On the other hand, if a stock incurred a loss, no one stepped up to say, “That one was mine.” Funny how that works. As of late, we’ve all watched our investments go down. It was fun riding the roller coaster up the hill. Not so much fun as we come back down. I am reminded of what Will Rogers from the 1920’s once said. “I am not so concerned about the return on my money, as I am the return of my money.” Wise words to live by. Jesus had a lot to say about money too. Here’s what I’ve learned from Him. You’ll never lose if you invest in Jesus! You can take that to the bank! Lay Up Your Treasures in Heaven, Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved July 10, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius Recently, I was reminded of Saturday nights as I grew up in the metro complex of Titonka, Iowa. 😊 All the community gathered around to visit and shop. Every Saturday night was like going to the county fair. One of the weekly events, was that the high school band would perform. The street was roped off, chairs were set up, people gathered around to hear music played into the open atmosphere. Now today, every Sunday evening in Fort Dodge, Iowa, the Karl King Municipal Band performs at the iconic Oleson Park Bandshell. No longer is the street roped off, but people do gather around the bandshell to hear the instrumentalists play. Last Sunday, and before each musical arrangement, the announcer introduces each composition by Karl King. Know that Karl King traveled with the circus and composed many scores related to the circus in the early 1900’s. Here was one introduction. “In the circus, the ring master asked Karl King to play whatever music fit the performance happening in the ring. One particular act involved three clowns. So, Karl King wrote a tune called Arabian Nights to fit their act.” I had never pictured that King’s music might fit and concurrently tell a story as an act was performed. Throughout the musical piece, I imagined three clowns doing what clowns do, juggling, spinning plates, making people laugh. When the number was over and the applause had faded away, I asked my friend if he had seen the clowns. Here was his reply. “You’re not quite right.” 😊 Sometimes, I like “not being quite right.” It keeps people laughing and guessing as to what I might say next. Besides, I saw the clowns and my friend did not. So, I ask, “Who got more out of that musical score production?” 😊 When you read the Bible, take time to imagine the sights, the smells, the people gathered around, feel the emotions in the words you read. You might even feel the brush of angel’s wings. Who knows, you might even hear a talking donkey. Check out Numbers 22! Imagine….. Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved June 26, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius Recently, while talking to one of my favorite friends, a woman of intelligence and grace, she told me that things weren’t going so well for her. I asked, “What’s wrong?” She replied, “The doctor has diagnosed me with…. oh, I can’t remember what it’s called. All I know is that the other day I picked up my clothes and I couldn’t find the washing machine.” She laughed and cried at the same time…. I did too. I was there for her the morning her first husband died. I was there for her the morning her second husband died. Both times, I did not know what to say. So, it was as she told me of her doctor’s diagnosis of dementia. I did not know what to say. What I’ve learned over the years is that when tragedy befalls upon another, sometimes it is better not to say anything. Just be there to provide a shoulder to cry on. Words of advice are often meaningless when someone is in the center of the storm. I learned in the book of Job that after Job’s losses in chapter one, his friends came and sat with him for seven days. All was well during those days. Then the friends began giving advice to Job. That’s when the trouble started. But if you know someone with dementia, be patient, be understanding, know this too. I give this advice from close personal experience of a loved one who suffered from dementia. You, as you walk the walk beside your loved one, watching them grow more distant every day, you actually experience many deaths. First come the mental separations---each day noticing more and more the anxiety and confusion of your loved one. Then, ultimately, the last death---the physical death. If ever I suffer from memory loss, I know this from Isaiah 46:4. This is my confidence that Jesus will see me through. “Even to your old age and gray hairs I am He, I am He Who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and rescue you.” I might not remember God’s promises. But I know God will not forget His promise to me. Laughing with, but mostly crying, as I tell you of my friend….. Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved May 15, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius High rolling, green, picturesque hills look down upon me. Lush meadows lay ever before me. A soft gentle breeze rustles the prairie grass through which I walk ever waving, as if to greet me. Yellow flowers fill the valley that lies ahead of me. Soft, pink, wild roses sprinkle the valley floor with beauty and grace. A ribbon of water threads its path and gently beckons with its soothing ripple. As I pass, the rustling grass, the water’s flow, soothing my soul. I am going home. Birds overhead, the meadowlark sings its morning song. The deer that runs ahead, the fox who just blends in, the pheasant’s call, life in the valley lived to the full. Even the mighty lion, who follows so closely, causes me no fear. In fact, in his care, I am protected. I am going home. Oh, the joy of distant laughter just ahead. Out of sight, but yet I recognize familiar voices so dear, all from long ago. Over the next hilltop and then I will see. What then will my vision be? Loved ones through my life who once were so near? I am going home. My thoughts overwhelm, my heart beats at a faster pace. My palms sweat, anticipation peaks, my feet quicken, there is a new feeling that wells up within. I’m almost there. I am going home. Though I run faster, the grass upon which I tread is not trampled under. I sing a new song as glory begins to fill the atmosphere. The crest of the hill draws ever close to me. I am going home. A light begins to shine over the hilltop. The valley floor illumined brighter still. A few more steps and I’ll be there. Surely, the light before me will make me blind. Yet, I turn not around. I’m almost there. I’m going home. The crest of the hill is upon me, I look, and behold! The majesty before me exceeds the beauty behind. There to greet me, the sounds I heard, are loved ones to escort me. To the light they take me. There I fall on my knees in front of He Who made me. There to hear Him say, “You are home.” Fear not, friends. The best is yet to come….. Pastor Allan ©2022, All Rights Reserved, Allan Redenius April 17, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius Have you ever sat back and just wondered about an event in history? If you were there, would you laugh or cry, rejoice or be sad, jump up and down or fall to your knees? In your wonderment, (is that a word?) do you visualize what’s happening all around you? I invite you to wonder with me about the Easter morning Christ stepped out of the tomb. Take a deep breath, clear your mind, smell the air, hear the birds singing—maybe even a new song. Come with me. The morning is quiet and cool. The sun begins to pierce the sky. A low hanging fog rolls in over the dew covered grass. The leaves on the trees give a sound, a soft rustle. The sun, now a little higher, warms your back. Higher in the sky and now you see not through a glass darkly, but clearly you see. With unbelieving eyes, you see the large stone, unmovable by man, rolled aside. What you don’t expect to see comes into focus. The entrance to the tomb is clearly visible. The Roman guards stationed all about lay on the ground frozen with fear—or maybe wonder. Should you approach? The safe thing to do is to hang back. No! Events like this only happen once in a lifetime, once in history. Don’t miss it! Step forward, be bold, live life to the full. Take the first step, lean against the entrance to the tomb, only to see that Jesus’ body is not there. Suddenly, there is a feeling of the presence of someone behind you. Is it an awakened guard, a gardener? Cautiously, you turn around. There He is! Jesus has arisen from the dead. He is alive! Don’t miss out on all that life can be because you see only what is in front of you. The gospels tell the story of Jesus’ resurrection. Read between the lines. Feel the emotions of those who were there. But wait, even now, there is someone near—closer than a friend. Turn around, turn, see, feel the presence of Jesus on this day---every day! Christ is risen! He is risen indeed! Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved April 10, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius Aww…the circle of life, even the big dogs one day face their final day. I love Rocky Mountain National Park. I’ve been there enough that now I close my eyes and visually retrace all of my hikes through its’ beauty. The splendor, grandeur, the sheer majesty of what God created here on earth is breathtaking. Every step from Bear Lake to Nymph Lake to Dream Lake and then ultimately to Emerald Lake, I often retrace in my mind. The upward climb in the high elevation takes my breath away. But I don’t give up, even with my heart going BOOM-BOOM-BOOM, along the way. The few moments of discomfort soon pass away when I round the corner and Emerald Lake comes into view. Surely, this is where God camps out. But just as beautiful as the lakes, hidden deep within the mountain, is the valley, especially Moraine Park, a valley as big as the sky. The prairie grass is waist deep and, when the breeze blows, the grass moves like waves on the sea. Through the middle a ribbon of water flows through. It is to here that majestic elk descend from the high country for the fall rut. Over the years, one bull elk has reigned supreme, Kahuna. Big and strong, there was no doubt Kahuna was the king of the valley. Other bulls may have challenged him for the herd, but Kahuna always won. No doubt about it. He was the big dog, big elk of the valley! But this past fall, another rose up for the challenge. Gored and wounded, Kahuna retreated to the trees to recover from his wounds. He did not recover and now he returns to dust. If you are the big dog in life, the Kahuna of the valley, one day you too will be made low. Every king, dictator, leader, every Kahuna, eventually loses their battle to death. But if you know Jesus, that final battle gives way to victory. By the way, all little dogs, little Kahuna’s, end up the same way. Thinking of my final battle---the circle of life. Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved April 3, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius If my heart could tell a story. If my life was but a testimony. What would others hear? What would they see? Oh, but that my story and testimony would sing in harmony and tell of God’s glory. The sun shines upon my back. My shoulders are warmed by the glow of God’s love. That yellow, golden globe moves across the sky and runs its daily course. How I am like the sun. My prayer is that my life’s sunset is only half as beautiful as what God paints in the sky every evening. The wind blows and the trees sway back and forth. Most see only the wind. I see God walking in the treetops. The thunder rolls across the hills. Some crouch in fear and tremble at the sound. I hear the power of the Lord as He makes His presence known. The lightning flashes from horizon to horizon across the night sky. While others are blinded by its brilliance, I see only the sparks of God’s own chariot wheel. Clouds whisk by in a thousand formations, a turtle, a dove, an alligator. How marvelous as subtly they change in shape and size. With God’s gentle breath do the clouds move from here to there. The night looms dark. The stars shine out there twinkling presence. The heavens declare the majesty of Christ the King. Look, look at the light they shine forth. It is only then I can look back in time. A light made a thousand years ago finally comes into view—and then gone to soon. You just read my story, heard my testimony. May my life proclaim God’s glory…. I am His, Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved February 13, 2022
Reflections From the Heart of Allan Redenius As a kid, I heard this from my parents, “Clean up your plate. Kids in China are starving to death.” By the time I became a parent, the mantra was the same, but with a slight adjustment. “Clean up your plate. Kids in Ethiopia are starving to death.” All my life, I read in the newspaper, saw on the television, and heard on the radio about starving children. Each and every time, my heart hurt for them. But, realistically, what could I do? Cleaning up my plate certainly doesn’t help a hungry boy or girl across the street, let alone halfway around the world. Then one day, I heard this story. As was her custom, a woman in the Congo went to the hospital to minister to the sick. From a darkened room, she heard a baby boy cry. “What’s his story,” she asked? The nurses in charge relayed this account. His mother died giving birth to him. The people in the village believed that because the mother died, the boy was cursed. They all bantered the father enough that he believed it to be true also. So, he took the baby boy to the village cemetery, laid him down, and walked away. A walking trail skirted the cemetery and, as children walked by, they heard the baby cry. Thinking it to be a ghost, they ran away. Then, later in the day, someone ventured into the cemetery to investigate. On the ground, there was the baby. He was taken to the hospital for care. But in the Congo, if the mother is not there to care for and nurse the child, it is left to die. (In the Congo, you can’t just run to the store and pick up some formula.) “What’s his name?” asked the inquiring woman. “Danu,” was the reply. She picked up the baby boy and said, “I’m taking him home to give him life. I’m changing his name from Danu, which means, abandoned, to Precious.” This story made me cry. I decided then and there that I could help through Covenant Kids Congo. Since that time, twelve years ago and with the help of others, we have been supporting forty-six of these starving kids in the Congo. How do I know the story to be true? Several years later, I met the son of the mother who adopted Precious. There are a few things in life I’ve done well…this is one of them. Praise God for allowing me to help, Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved February 6, 2022
Reflections From the Heart of Allan Redenius So, I have a theory. Everyone thinks time goes by one second at a time. Tick-tock, tick-tock…and it actually does go one second at a time. Most people see time as a horizontal measure. I see time as a marble spinning down a narrowing funnel, wide at the top, narrow at the bottom. In my illustration, if a marble begins to spin round and round at the top, it travels much faster as it descends toward the bottom. I remember, as a young boy, sitting at my Grandma’s pink with black poka-dots kitchen table. (No wonder, when I pick out my ties, they never match my shirt.) 😊 While eating a sugar cookie, sprinkled with love, I said to her. “I’m bored, time goes by so slow.” Her sage remark was simply, “Just you wait.” Now I do understand. As I grow older, time does fly by faster. As I approach the end of my time, time still goes by tick-tock, tick-tock but things seem to be happening faster and faster. So, it might be with the end of time. In Matthew 24, Jesus gave us the signs of the end of times, false teachers, wars and rumors of wars, famines, earthquakes, an increase of wickedness, and other signs and wonders. Some may say, “These things have not yet come. So, there is plenty of time before Jesus returns.” In my thinking, these things are upon us and they are happening at a seemingly much more rapid pace. We are just out of one war in Iraq, Afghanistan, and others, and suddenly stand at the verge of another war in the Ukraine. Since the day George Floyd was murdered, social unrest, violence in the street, and loss of love for one another has exponentially grown. Could the funnel be beginning to narrow? Something to think about, but not fear, the day the Lord returns. The question is this. Whether Jesus comes today, or you die tomorrow, are you saved? Keeping a watchful eye out for the return of Jesus….. Pastor Allan © 2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved January 30, 2022
Reflections From the Heart of Allan Redenius A few people have been encouraging me to write a book. You know, that sounds kind of fun. I’ve got the beginning “…. once upon a time,” and I’ve got the end, “….the end.” The problem with writing a book is the in-between pages. I could write a book entitled, How to Make a Million Dollars. That would be easy. The in-between pages would all be blank, except for one page. The line on that page would read, “Write a book entitled, How to Make a Million Dollars.” Oh, the title is catchy to be sure. But as people would thumb through the empty pages, but with one sentence in the entire book, they would quickly realize they had just been duped. On the other hand, P.T. Barnum once said, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” I could write a book about something I’m relatively good at and know. Over my lifetime, I’ve done a lot of things, from bagging groceries to closing multi-million dollars deals for clients, to preaching the Gospel. So, I know a little bit about a whole lot of things. If I wrote about all those experiences, indeed it would be a book of short stories. But people like short stories, don’t they? People like dog stories, so I could write a book entitled, Dogs in My Life. First there was Sport, who kept a stranger at bay, Tippy, who was somewhat useless, Poncho—the wonder dog who could do ALL things, Buster, the spaniel (never get a cocker spaniel--they pee when you pet them), and Kalo, who could smile, pray, and sing. Then finally, there was Doogan, a beautiful lab with a lot of promise, but he died at one year of age with cancer. I could write about Jesus. But all that needs to be said about Him has already been written in the Bible. Unless, of course, you don’t read the Bible. If I write a book and you don’t read it, you won’t be missing out on much. If, however, you are not reading the Bible, you are missing out on a talking donkey, a man who walked on the water, a dead man raised to life, and so much more---mostly your eternal life. Forget about me writing a book for you to read. The only book you need to read, is the Bible! Not bad for a kid who had to take phonetics class in order to learn to speak well. 😊 Pastor Allan © 2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reservedπ January 23, 2022
Reflections From the Heart of Allan Redenius If you follow me at all, you know that in one way or another, my sermons are all about Jesus. You probably know too that Armona picks out the hymns and praise music for most of the worship services. (I know nothing about music, other than what Psalm 100 says, “Make a joyful noise unto the Lord.”) Sometimes she is ahead of me and will ask of me, when I don’t know it yet, “What’s your sermon about this week?” I look at her and she answers her own question, “I know….Jesus!” So, when the children of the church come on Sunday, they sing of Jesus, learn of Jesus, pray to Jesus, and worship Jesus. Then I stand up front and preach about Jesus. Recently, one of the little boys of the church was chasing after me as I was walking ahead of him down the aisle. I wasn’t trying to ignore him, I just didn’t see him. But suddenly, I heard him calling behind me, “Jesus…Jesus…Jesus…” He thought my name was, Jesus. 😊 Soooo cute! I turned around, knelt down on one knee and he came running into my arms to give me a huge hug! What a feeling of love! At the same time, I was so humbled. No one has ever mistaken me for Jesus before. 😊 A few weeks later, this little guy’s mother was helping him get dressed. She told me he was so excited as he put on his shirt, tie and a vest. Then he looked at his Mommy and said, “Wow, Mommy, I look just like Jesus!” My heart sings as I retell this encounter with one of God’s precious little angels! Thanks for the memories—indeed, this was a God moment! Jesus said, in Matthew 19:14, “Let the little children come unto me…” May these little ones always be a part of our worship services! Praying for the children…. just like Jesus! Pastor Allan © 2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved January 16, 2022
Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius If you haven’t figured it out, I love to tell stories. A storyteller can capture the attention and imagination of the listener. Over my lifetime, I’ve met only two or three imaginative storytellers. My stories, when my brain is wired, can be whimsical or serious. Sometimes they bear a hint of truth and at other times, are obviously so far fetched that one of my friends says of me, “He’s just not quite right.” I’m O.K. with being a little eccentric once in a while. 😊 It keeps everyone engaged. Here’s one short story for you…. There was a quasi-famous lady who lived in Fort Dodge, Ann Smeltzer. The only child of an only child of an only child, she possessed heirlooms that that live on and benefit Fort Dodge today. In her possession, and now probably locked up for safe keeping, was a gold button off George Washington’s coat. She also owned the sword of General Lafayette, who fought along side and, in fact, led American troops in the Revolutionary War. Did you know that under her rugs in her house were stashed thousands of dollars of uncashed checks? A multi-millionaire to be sure. But here’s the really eccentric part of her life. Her family made their fortune in gypsum. Her wealth came from strip-mining the ground. In her later years, she didn’t want her tenant farmers to pollute the ground she owned with chemicals to control weeds. From her family forever scarring the ground to acquire wealth, to Ann Smeltzer protecting the ground later in life, I say, good for her! I met her only one time. She came into my office to ask if we would make a copy for her. For some reason, the secretary did not close the lid on the copier. A bright light shown forth and Ann Smeltzer instantly covered her eyes and exclaimed, “I’ve been blinded! Oh my!” Still believing she had been blinded by a great light, with hands over her eyes, she left. I praise God a lawsuit didn’t follow. 😊 But speaking of a great light---Jesus says in John 8:12, “I am the light of the world.” Have you seen the light or are you blinded by the darkness? Walk in the LIGHT! Pastor Allan © 2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved January 9, 2022
Reflections From the Heart of Allan Redenius When I was about twelve, I decided to mow lawns to make some spending money. At fifty cents a lawn, did you know you need to mow a LOT of lawns to make any serious money? By the time I began to work full time at the grocery store, I was mowing thirty-two lawns every week. Mind you, there were no riding lawn mowers back then. About half the lawns in Titonka were under my care! 😊 Before I was fourteen, I began working at the local grocery store. One day, my boss, the store owner, asked of me, “How old are you?” I said, “Thirteen.” With surprise in his voice, he said, “Don’t tell anyone you’re only thirteen. You need to be at least fourteen to work in a store.” Sorry boss, I just spilled the beans. Every morning before school, I was there at 6:30 AM until 8:15 AM and then I ran three blocks to school. After school, I ran back to work at the store until closing time at 6:30 PM. In the summer, it was a twelve-hour, everyday job, except for Sunday. Stores were not open on Sundays. That’s the way it should be today! I enjoyed my job at the grocery store. I did everything but mind the cash register. The only time I cared about it was Saturday night when we lined up at the cash drawer to be paid. I learned about stocking shelves, being a butcher, and interacting with people. God gives us all kinds of opportunities in which to learn. I’m still using my ability to interact with people. I have it down to three first time questions:
Doing all I can to bring about God’s Kingdom here on earth. How about you? (That’s a sneaky way to interact with you.) 😊 Give God the Glory, Pastor Allan ©2022 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved January 2, 2022
Reflections From the Heart of Allan Redenius And another year begins…Happy New Year everyone! This first day of the year, for some reason, has me thinking and contemplating what heaven may be like. So. I closed my eyes and the light dimmed and faded away. Darkness was ushered in. The noise around me began to be muted. The memories of my life flashed before me. It was surreal. A mixture of unbelievable and believable, happening all at the same time. My surroundings began to sink away as I seemingly ascended upward. Suddenly, in an instant, brightness engulfed me. As I focused, the brightness took a form, a shape. It was then I asked, “Who are you?” “I’m your carrier angel, here to carry you to heaven’s door,” came the reply. Peace and tranquility, as if walking weightlessly in a field of beautiful flowers, enfolded all around me. True to his calling, this carrier angel flew me to heaven’s door. Just the outside was marvelous beyond description. I stood on diamonds, rubies, silver, and gold….all littered the ground. Never had my mind ever envisioned, or even conceived of, the glories that surrounded me. My eyes could scarcely take it all in, so grandiose was what I saw. The door opened. I was almost blinded by such a great light. I heard worship music like I have never heard before. It was glorious with a choir of what looked like thousands upon thousands. All singing to the One from Whom the light radiated. The words, I did recognize. “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord!” I found myself in a long line. In fact, there were two lines. My line seemed to move quicky. There was happiness, euphoria, all the words you would use to describe great anticipation. The other line was more sober, in fact, fearful. As I drew closer to the front and then suddenly, at the very front of the line, I stood before a man with pierced hands, scars on His brow, and love in His eyes. I knew in an instant it was Jesus. He greeted me by name. My heart leaped with joy as I heard Him say to me, “Welcome home my loved one. Come and see the wonderful place I have prepared for you.” Praying heaven will be your home too, Pastor Allan Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Growing up on the farm, the house we lived in was really, really old. It wasn’t a log cabin, but it was the kind of house that Dad would stack straw bales outside around the foundation to help keep it warm in the winter. There were plenty of wintry mornings when I could write my name on the frosty wall of my bedroom. Now on occasion, as I came down from my upstairs bedroom, Mr. Mouse would greet me on the steps. Not being very friendly, he would always scamper away to his house…. someplace in my house. One day, when I was ten or twelve, I was standing at the kitchen counter. Now I had heard of a mouse running up your pant leg, but I had never experienced it. Never experienced it, until that day. Zoom, up he went with me jumping and screaming, “A mouse ran up my pants!” I had grabbed it through my trousers, just past my knee and though I was squeezing, I knew he would be a survivor. Dad was there to the rescue. He took over the squeezing part. I knew the mouse was now a goner. “Take off your pants,” came the order. Gladly, I stepped out of them. Dad let go of the mouse in my pants and instead of a dead mouse rolling out, a marble rolled out. You see, I carried a few marbles in my pocket for recess at school. What I didn’t know is that my pocket had a hole in it. 😊 It wasn’t a mouse running up my pant leg, it was a marble rolling down. Go figure! Here’s my advice. Beware of things that are not as they seem to be. Here’s a helpful hint if you’re around mice. Tie your pant legs tight around your ankles. Oh, how I thank God for the memories! Love, Pastor Allan © 2021 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved Reflection from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Once upon a time, Armona and I were traveling with another couple. We were in two cars so it was “follow the leader” from origin to destination. We were in uncharted terrain. That means we haven’t been there before. You know the place, “50 miles to the next gas station” kind of place. Now seeing that sign should be your first clue to look at your gas gauge. At least that kind of thinking makes sense to me. I look at the gas gauge and see that we have plenty of gas. At this point, the leader zooms on by the last gas station for the next fifty miles. At about forty miles to go, the leader brakes hard and makes a sudden right, down this curvy road, overgrown with trees and brush scraping the side of the car. (This is Armona---Pastor is REALLY exaggerating but it does give the story flare 😊) After a few miles, a town comes into view. Picture this. A century old town with falling down buildings, gravel streets, yep…a place that makes you feel like you are definitely not in the right spot. The leader stops in the middle of the street. We pull up beside the leader and ask, somewhat with a tone of bewilderment, “What are we doing here?” “Looking for gas,” came the sheepish reply. “Well, for sure there won’t be any here—nobody lives here,” we answered. Back to the main highway with forty miles to go. “Oh look, there’s a Phillips 66 station!” We pull in and guess what. It’s closed. The journey continues as I thought to myself, “I can’t wait until tomorrow.” By then I will know if the leader had enough gas. By God’s grace and with a fume or two to spare—we made it. (Actually, he had 71 miles of gasoline left in his tank---but all of this really does add suspense to my story!) 😊 However, speaking of “leader and follower”---if you are a follower of Jesus Christ, you will always be “filled” with His everlasting love and peace! He will bring you safely home! Blessings and love, Pastor Allan © 2021 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved Reflections from the Heart of Allan Redenius
Everybody loves a good dog story. Here is my story. Growing up on the farm, with particularly cows, Dad needed a way to bring the cows in for milking every night. Those cows always seemed to like the grass the best that grew the farthest away from the barn. Back then, there was no such thing as an ATV. So, Dad got a Border Collie. His name was Sport. With the simple command, “go get em,” Sport would run out into the pasture and herd the cows home in nothing flat. Of course, Sport and I became best friends. He guarded me with his life. Then, one fateful day, Dad announced we were moving to town. Since Sport was a farm dog, city life would be hard for him. So, Dad had a friend who agreed to take Sport. My heart was broken. Over the next two years, I visited with Sport as often as I could. When together, it was as if we had never been apart. Every time our visit was over, and as we drove off the farm, Sport would chase after the car. I think he may have had a tear in his eye. I know I did. Then one day we moved back to a farm, only one-half mile from where Sport lived. Before long, Sport was living with his real family again. I was so happy. That dog and I went on adventure after adventure. I was so happy to have Sport back. This went on for another three years. Then Dad’s health precluded him from farming. Once again, Sport and I parted. Only this time, when Sport was driven off the yard, it was the last I would see him. Again, my heart was broken. All these years later, I still think of that dog named Sport. If you’ve ever lost a pet, you probably wonder, like I do, if you’ll see it in heaven. I know there are definitely horses in heaven. In 2 Kings 2:11, we read, “…. suddenly a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared….and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind.” Introduced, two times separated, one time reunited, Sport still lives on as an important memory in my life. If you’ve lost a pet—I know how you feel. Just reminiscing, Pastor Allan © 2021 Allan Redenius, All Rights Reserved |
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