Faith

This past week, I thought of my maternal grandfather. I haven't thought of him for a long time because he died over 50 years ago.

I have been spending a lot of time, lately, in doctor’s offices. As I have aged; my health has declined. The other day, my good friend took me. We didn’t allow time for buying gas; so I was running late. At the last, we had to really hurry. Safely, but as fast as we could. I was a few seconds late.

Changes the likes of which we cannot imagine are said to be imminently announced. In preparation for the shock waves said to be turbulent, I reach to touch my Bible as if it were the hem of our Lord’s tunic. I am instantly filled with peace. The word empowers me with courage to withstand any blows.

An old confederate soldier soke of a young lad who had left home to join the 'war of the 60's.' He was barely grown. He would go to war, and his mother pressed into his hands a copy of the New Testament.

This month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her amazing husband will celebrate 54 years of marital bliss. I can’t believe how fast the time has gone. It only seems like yesterday that we got married. Maybe that’s the benefit of getting old.

I have been reading a book about the Amish people. I have several books about them.

The Gospel of John starts extraordinarily, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” 1:1-2 And the Word of God is present as a present to all of us who seek to know Him, the Father, His Son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit.

Some years ago a party of sightseers were traveling together in England and arrived at an English hotel but found that it had been full for days. They were turning away to seek accommodations elsewhere when a lady in the party told the others goodbye, and expressed her intention of remaining.

At least once a month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and her daughter will spend a day visiting thrift stores in our community. I’m not sure, so don’t quote me, but I think there’s a 100-mile radius where they do their shopping.

It is my week to do a devotion on Monday night. As usual, I am seeking God and searching the Bible. I want to know what, He wants me to say. I don’t want to just fill up time. I want to be a blessing to someone. I want to encourage someone. Soon, I had settled on hope. What do we hope for?