Saturday, December 26, 2015

What We Can Learn From Reagan About Celebrating Christmas!



From – The Daily Signal – by Lee Edwards
San Bernardino, Boston Marathon bombing, Charlie Hebdo terrorist attack, Paris Bataclan Theater massacres, Jihad, Islamic State, Caliphate, Syria, Iraq, Libya, Freddie Gray, Ferguson and Michael Brown, Assisted suicide.
Whatever happened to peace on earth and good will to men? In times like these when I am thinking of moving to Canada, I turn to my favorite president—Ronald Reagan—who was blessed with the gift of serenity even in the worst of times. He was eloquent about how much we have to be grateful for and never more so than at Christmas time.
In his first Christmas message from the Oval Office in Dec. 1981, when unemployment was high and economic growth was low and communism seemed to be on the march around the world, Reagan talked about the national Christmas tree he could see from the White House. He said the lighted tree reflected the love that Jesus taught. (Yes, he actually used the word “Jesus.”) Like the shepherds and wise men of the first Christmas, “we Americans have always tried to follow a higher light, a star, if you will…. At times our footsteps may have faltered, but trusting in God’s help, we’ve never lost our way.”
In fact, we have shown the way to countless others. In his 1982 Christmas message, when the Cold War still burned hot in Central America and Asia, Reagan recounted how Ordnance Man, First Class John Mooney and his shipmates had picked up 65 Vietnamese refugees in the South China Sea. Risking all to escape Communist “reeducation,” the boat people had been at sea for five days and had run out of water when they spotted the aircraft carrier USS Midway. As they approached the ship, wrote Mooney, “they were all waving and trying as best they could to say, “Hello, America sailor! Hello Freedom man!’”
“I hope,” Mooney wrote to his family, that “we always have room [in America] for one more person …looking for a place where he doesn’t have to worry about his family starving or a knock on the door in the night… a place where they finally see their dreams come true and their kids educated and become the next generation of doctors and lawyers and builders and soldiers and sailors.”
An impossible dream? Not to Reagan, who after reading Mooney’s letter reminded his listeners – and us – that “in spite of everything, we Americans are still uniquely blessed, not only with the rich bounty of our land but by a bounty of the spirit—a kind of year-round Christmas spirit that still makes our country a beacon of hope in a troubled world.”
In his 1983 Christmas message, shortly after terrorist attacks on a Marine barracks in Lebanon had killed 241 American servicemen, Reagan asked Americans to pray “for our soldiers who are guarding peace tonight.” With patience and firmness, he said, “we can help bring peace to that strife-torn region and make our own lives more secure.” Note he said “help,” not suggesting that America should or could bring peace all by herself.
In his 1985 Christmas message, shortly after his first meeting with the new Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev in Geneva, Reagan spoke of Jesus and the power of his love “that can lift our hearts and soothe our sorrows and heal our wounds and drive away our fears.” He reminded us that Jesus had promised “there will never be a long night that does not end.” Ever the optimist, Reagan came to believe that we could “trust” Gorbachev if we took steps to “verify” his promises.
In his 1986 Christmas message, when the Iran-Contra affair had just broken and his presidency was under strong attack, Reagan kept his faith in God. He did not question the motivations of his critics, but turned his cheek. He said that God’s commandment to love our neighbor as we love ourselves “is a commandment to respect the God-given rights of our fellow men.” He quoted the prophet Isaiah:
“He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth their strength … they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings of eagles; they shall run and not be weary.”
In his 1987 Christmas tree message, soon after he signed the Intermediate-Range Nuclear Forces (INF) Treaty, eliminating for the first time an entire category of nuclear weapons, Reagan invited visiting Gorbachev to observe the very top of the tree.
As a small reminder of the spirit of Christmas, Reagan announced that the Star of Peace atop the tree would be lit day and night while “our Soviet guests are here. … Let the star remind us why we’re gathered and what we seek.”
In his final Christmas tree message in Dec. 1988, Reagan said that none of us need feel lonely because “we are loved with the greatest love there has ever been or ever will be.” He urged us to be grateful for our freedom to worship as we please and to “redouble our efforts to bring this greatest of all freedoms … to all the peoples of the earth.”
As we come home to family and friends this Christmas, the president said, “let us all remember our neighbors who cannot go home themselves.” Our compassion and concern, he said with conviction, will mean much “to the hospitalized, the homeless, the convalescent, the orphaned” and will lead us to the joy and peace of Bethlehem. Looking around the nation and the world with all its problems and challenges, Reagan offered his final Christmas words: “For it is only in finding and living the eternal meaning of the Nativity that we can be truly happy, truly at peace, truly home.”

A merry and blessed Christmas to everyone!

Sunday, December 6, 2015

My Testamony



I was born in Pekin, Illinois on Feb. 8th, 1951.  My dad was a bricklayer there, and after finishing his training and project he was working on he returned to Maquoketa Iowa where he and my mother were from.  I spent only a few years there, and in my Kindergarten year we moved to Minnesota with my Grandparents who had purchased a Resort.  My Dad was going to help them get it going.  My Mom and my Grandmother never did get along, and it was natural that after about a year in the same house my Mom had had enough.  So in the middle of my First Grade Year we moved Back to Iowa.

My Mom and Dad divorced shortly after that.  We moved again in my 3rd grade year, in fact I went to 3 different schools in that year.  The last move brought us to Delmar, Iowa where we stayed 3 years.  My Mom met and married my Stepfather there, and in my 6th grade year we moved to the big city of Bettendorf, Iowa. 

We stayed in Bettendorf until I was in the 9th Grade and we moved to the neighboring city of Davenport, and only stayed there 10 months, and then moved back to Bettendorf in time for me to start my sophomore year of High School.  I finished High School in Bettendorf.

During my senior year (1969), my buddy, who graduated the year before was worried about being drafted and since we did everything together we enlisted in the Iowa Army National Guard.  I graduated in June of 1969, and in August I went to Basic Training at Ft. Bragg, North Carolina.

I returned from Active Duty in February 1970 and went to work for the National Guards.  It was a Civil Service job, and I worked in the office, and in the Supply Room taking care of equipment.  Later I was given the job of Helicopter Repairman.

In May of 1971 I married my High School sweetheart.  We had dated for 3 years, and we did what we thought our parents and everyone else expected us to do.  But neither of us were ready for marriage, and our marriage was rocky at best.

In 1974 I realized that there was something missing in my life, and two of my co-workers introduced me to Jesus Christ, and on October 24, 1974 I asked Jesus to come into my life and be my Savior.

I started going to a Baptist Church, which split from its denomination over doctrinal differences, and then split into to two congregations over personally differences between the Pastor and Assistant Pastor, and then the Pastor of the congregation I went with had an affair, and I was split.  I had my eye focused on a man and not on God so when the man failed me I did not recognize that God was still there faithful as always.  I fell from grace, and did some pretty crazy things.  I left my wife and kids after 15 years of marriage and drank and played around like all sinners. 

But a faithful loving God never left me or deserted me. He sent me a faithful loving woman who picked me up and helped me to find my Savior again, and helped me back on the road that leads us home to Our Father in Heaven. Thank you Jesus, for your loving kindness, your mercy, and for taking my place on the Cross.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

The Farmer and the Birds



The Farmer and the Birds
(As told by Paul Harvey)
 
One raw winter night a farmer heard an irregular thumping sound against his kitchen storm door. He went to a window and watched as tiny, shivering sparrows, attracted to the evident warmth inside, beat in vain against the glass.
Touched, the farmer bundled up and trudged through fresh snow to open the barn door for the struggling birds. He turned on the lights and tossed some hay in the corner. But the sparrows, which had scattered in all directions when he emerged from the house, hid in the darkness, afraid.

The man tried various tactics to get them into the barn. He laid down a trail of Saltine cracker crumbs to direct them. He tried circling behind the birds to drive them to the barn. Nothing worked. He, a huge, alien creature, had terrified them; the birds couldn’t comprehend that he actually desired to help. The farmer withdrew to his house and watched the doomed sparrows through a window. As he stared, a thought hit him like lightning from a clear blue sky: If only I could become a bird – one of them – just for a moment. Then I wouldn’t frighten them so. I could show them the way to warmth and safety.

At the same moment, another thought dawned on him. He grasped the reason Jesus was born.
(As told by Paul Harvey)