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We live in a day, and at at time, when far too many people think they have something important to say, and they think they are the ones to be listened to! Just keep in mind that is rarely true!

 

Pastor Bill

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It’s can be harder to live a Christian life within the church, than outside it. Why? Because people are not following the three standards of rejoicing always, praying continually, and giving thanks in all circumstances!

 

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Anything robbing you of joy is not from God.

 

Pastor Bill

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EVEN THERE, HE IS WITH ME

“Hold it, a second,” my partner exclaimed as he came to a stop. He turned towards me as he raised a hand, signaling me to be quiet. “Listen! Do you hear what I hear?”

I attempted to slow my heavy breathing so that I might be able to hear better. Suddenly, as I listened, I heard the noise that had stopped him. Cars and trucks! “Hey, alright!” We grinned at each other. I turned my head to hear the sound a little better.

Sure enough, there it was! The sound was still faint but as we listened we heard the unmistakable sound of vehicle traffic. It was coming from the direction in which we were headed. That was the beautiful sound of civilization! At last! With a feeling of renewed energy we began walking again. Our pace was a bit more rapid and we did not seem to feel quite as tired as we had only a few minutes earlier.

The trail we were following was providing an easier path to follow the further along it we traveled. It was after the hunting camp we had come upon that we noticed major improvements in its overall condition. Fallen trees had been cut out of the way and brush had been cut back so that the walking was much easier. It was obvious that this portion of the trail had been used at least somewhat frequently.

As the minutes rolled by and the sun continued to climb higher into the sky, we found the temperature climbing with it. There was no breeze to cool us and we occasionally had to wipe the perspiration from our eyes. We would stop frequently and listen for the sound of the traffic ahead of us. At times the noise of the creek next to us, tumbling over and around the rocks as it flowed down through the narrow canyon, blotted out all other sounds. It was only when the trail moved away from the swift flowing water some distance or when the water slowed and became quieter, that we were able to hear the noise from the cars and trucks somewhere out there ahead of us.

Soon we began to notice that the steep, rocky walls of the canyon surrounding us were beginning to move away from each other. The land was opening up in front of us. It was still difficult to see what might lay ahead of us because of the thick covering of tree branches over us. Yet, even they were beginning to thin out.

As we rounded a bend the trail came out of the trees and there, crossing in front of us, were huge electric power lines. All right! Now we knew we had to be near a road! We followed the trail only a short distance, through a small patch of low brush, and there it was—a road! Finally! We had made it. We were not sure where we had made it to, but wherever it was, we felt we had arrived!

We struggled from beneath the straps of the heavy packs and allowed them to drop to the ground. The sound of the traffic was much louder now. We stood catching our breath, looking downhill to where the little-traveled road we had come upon appeared to join one following the path of the power lines. Then, to our amazement, we saw the familiar green color of a Forest Service pickup drive slowly by along the road beneath the power lines, a small cloud of dust following it.

Our loud whistles, shouts and waves did not catch the attention of the driver as the pickup passed out of sight to the west. We left our packs where they were and began walking rapidly down the road which had connected with our trail to the one following the power lines. We turned west and began walking along the road in the direction the pickup had been traveling.

Wow! Even though this road was rocky and deeply rutted it was like walking along a “super highway” to us! Our heavy boots did not seem to be the burden they had at times during the past hours as we moved rapidly along beneath the huge power lines that were crackling and buzzing over our heads with the invisible power they carried.

In Psalms 81:6-7, we read these words: “I took the burdens off your backs; I let you put down your loads of bricks. When you were in trouble, you called to me, and I saved you. From my hiding place in the storm, I answered you………”

Even when we are walking a path through life where we are unable to see because of the “trees, brush and mountains” surrounding us, God is there! When we call to Him, He hears us; even in the midst of the storm we may be in. Thank you Father!

Prayer: Father, thank you for your willingness to carry our burdens for us. Help me to realize I can put down my “load of bricks” and you will carry them. Thank you, Lord, for hearing me when I am in trouble and call to you. Thank you for answering my prayers. In Jesus’ Name we pray. Amen.

Pastor Bill

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Joy is a deep-seated emotion that springs from deep within. Such joy results from a steadfast love of God.

 

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It is not our actions that stand out, but our attitudes which “shout out” to others, loud and clear. Bad attitudes are obvious to those around you!

 

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Stiff-necked people, unwilling to change, are grievous to the Lord.

 

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