Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Lord's Prayer


     “Our Father Who Art In Heaven.”

    “ Yes?”
     
     “Don't interrupt me. I'm praying.”

     “But -- YOU called ME!”

     “Called you? No, I didn't call you. I'm praying. Our Father who art in Heaven.” 
    
      “There -- you did it again!”

     “Did what?”

     “Called ME. You said,"Our Father who art in Heaven." Well, here I am. What's on your mind?”

     “But I didn't mean anything by it. I was, you know, just saying my prayers for the day. I always say the Lord's Prayer. It makes me feel good, kind of like fulfilling a duty.”

     “Well, all right. Go on.”

     “Okay, Hallowed be thy name.”

     “Hold it right there. What do you mean by that?”

     “By what?”

     “By "Hallowed be thy name?”

     “It means, it means . . good grief, I don't know what it means. How in the world should I know?  It's just a part of the prayer. By the way, what does it mean?”

     “It means honored, holy, wonderful.”

     “Hey, that makes sense. I never thought about what 'hallowed' meant before. Thanks.
     “Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven.”

     “Do you really mean that?”

     “Sure, why not?”

     “What are you doing about it?”

     “Doing? Why, nothing, I guess. I just think it would be kind of neat if you got control of everything down here like you have up there. We're kinda in a mess down here you know.”
    
    “Yes, I know; but, have I got control of you?”

     “Well, I go to church.”

     “That isn't what I asked you. What about your bad temper? You've really got a problem there, you know. And then there's the way you spend your money --all on yourself. And what about the kind of books you read?”

     “Now hold on just a minute! Stop picking on me! I'm just as good as some of the rest of those people at church!”

     “Excuse ME. I thought you were praying for my will to be done. If that is to happen, it will have to start with the ones who are praying for it. Like you -- for example.”

     “Oh, all right. I guess I do have some hang-ups. Now that you mention it, I could probably name some others.”

     “So could I.”

     “I haven't thought about it very much until now, but I really would like to cut out some of those things. I would like to, you know, be really free.”

     “Good. Now we're getting somewhere. We'll work together -- You and ME. I'm proud of You.”

     “Look, Lord, if you don't mind, I need to finish up here. This is taking a lot longer than it usually does.   Give us this day, our daily bread.”

     “You need to cut out the bread. You’re in China - enjoy the rice and noodles.

     “Hey, wait a minute! What is this? Here I was doing my religious duty, and all of a sudden you break in and remind me of all my hang-ups.”

     “Praying is a dangerous thing. You just might get what you ask for. Remember, you called ME -- and here I am. It's too late to stop now. Keep praying. ( . . pause . . ) Well, go on.”

     “I'm scared to.”

     “Scared? Of what?”

     “I know what you'll say.”

     “Try ME.”

     “Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.”

     “What about Ann?”

     “See? I knew it! I knew you would bring her up! Why, Lord, she's told lies about me, spread stories. She never paid back the money she owes me. I've sworn to get even with her!”

     “But -- your prayer -- What about your prayer?”

     “I didn't -- mean it.”

     “Well, at least you're honest. But, it's quite a load carrying around all that bitterness and resentment isn't it?”

     “Yes, but I'll feel better as soon as I get even with her. Boy, have I got some plans for her. She'll wish she had never been born.”

     “No, you won't feel any better. You'll feel worse. Revenge isn't sweet. You know how unhappy you are -- Well, I can change that.”

     “You can? How?”

     “Forgive Ann. Then, I'll forgive you; And the hate and the sin, will be Ann's problem -- not yours. You will have settled the problem as far as you are concerned.”

     “Oh, you know, you're right. You always are. And more than I want revenge, I want to be right with You . . (sigh). All right . all right . . I forgive her.”

     “There now! Wonderful! How do you feel?”

     “Hmmmm. Well, not bad. Not bad at all! In fact, I feel pretty great! You know, I don't think I'll go to bed uptight tonight. I haven't been getting much rest, you know.”

     “Yeah, I know. But, you're not through with your prayer are you? Go on. 

Oh, all right.”
     “And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

     “Good! Good! I'll do that. Just don't put yourself in a place where you can be tempted.”

     “What do you mean by that?”

     “You know what I mean.”
    
“Yeah. I know.”

     “Okay. Go ahead. Finish your prayer.”

     “For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory forever. Amen.”

     “Do you know what would bring me glory -- What would really make me happy?”

     “No, but I'd like to know. I want to please you now. I've really made a mess of things. I want to truly follow you. I can see now how great that would be. So, tell me . . . How do I make you happy?”

     “YOU just did.”

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Advance the Kingdom of God

Fear Not
Stand Still
See the Salvation of The Lord
Go Forward

EX 14:13-15

Monday, January 14, 2013

Did you get fruitcaked?


Best Uses for Fruitcake

1. Bury it in the back yard for future archaeologists to
discover.

2. Give it to your child for a science project.

3. Hang on to it to find out if there REALLY is more than
one fruitcake that's making its rounds every year!

4. Use it to hold up a broken table or chair leg.

5. Mash several of them down and use for mortar when
building a log cabin.

6. Use it as an exercise stepping block for step aerobics.

7. Donate to the Road Kill Cafe for a wonderful dessert.

8. Use them to pave freeways. Just place them on the road
and run a steamroller over them.

9. Use them as fillers to repair the river levees. They last
indefinitely and are so dense, water can never penetrate
them.

10. Last and probably least - try eating it. That's one way
to get rid of it!

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Soft-Handed Men




In Time’s past, when you shook hands with a man, you seldom encountered a soft, pliable hand.
Now, soft-handed men seem to be predominate.
So, what’s the big deal about that you may ask.   
Hmmm, well, as my hands have begun to soften because of my lack of manuel labor, I started noticing that I was encountering more and more American men who sported very few calluses on their hands.  Some say that the calluses have moved from their hands to their backsides.

I well remember the preacher man when I was growing up.  He believed it was important to press the flesh.  He would baptize folks on a Sunday evening and some how manage to be there to greet everyone as they walked out the door.  He was a quick change artist.  He believed in giving everyone a warm ‘goodbye’ with a strong handshake as we left.
He also made sure he gave your hand a good going over.  My mother often commented that she felt like her hand had been wrung out like a wet dish rag when he finished shaking hands with her. My dad never complained.  He thought that it spoke well of the preacher man if he could crush your fingers together.




Now I also understand that we no longer live in time’s past.  Well, I do slip back there occasionally.
I know, we must live in Time’s present.  But that does not keep me from wincing a bit when I shake a man’s hand and think I’m shaking the hand of a woman. You understand, I like shaking women’s hands but only when they are attached to the female person.  

Also, as time has slipped by I have noticed that a man’s word apparently holds little significance.  There are more and more men who can look you in the eye, give you their word and promptly renege on that word.  A man’s word - once described as ‘his bond’ - no longer seems to mean much.  Now, you can even sign a contract with 37 lawyers signing off on it, and it still means very little.  
So, is there a correlation?  Could be. Could be.

The cure: dig more post holes - by hand.  One of my greetings to men is ‘you are a gentlemen and a scholar and not too bad a post hole digger.’   It means that you are a well rounded man who can be trusted. 

Sunday, December 16, 2012

We Must Fight For Our Children

We Must Fight For Our Children

We are more than conquerors   Rom 8:37

I write to you young men, because you have overcome the wicked one.  I John 2:13

Have faith in God. Whoever says to this mountain, 'be removed and be cast into the sea' and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that those things he says will be done, he will have whatever he says. Mark 11:22-24

If you have faith as a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'move from here to there' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.  Matthew 17:20

The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly.  John 10:10

Be sober, be vigilant, because your adversary the devils walks about like a roaring lion, seeking who he may devour. Resist him    I Peter 5:8-9

I give you the authority to trample on serpents and scorpions and over all the power of the enemy and nothing shall by any means hurt you.  Luke 10:19


All authority has been given to Me in heaven and on earth.  Matthew 28:18

....you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you   Acts 1:8


Friday, December 7, 2012

Dancing On The Edge


DANCING ON THE EDGE

How many of you remember that scene in “It’s a Wonderful Life” where Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed are dancing at a high school prom?  A jealous friend flips the switch to open the gym floor covering the swimming pool underneath. They just keep dancing along unaware they are about to fall with a big splash.  Funny thing is that after everyone gets a big laugh, they start jumping in while Jimmy and Donna keep dancing!

LeRoy and I returned to the US in April of 2010 to celebrate our 25 years in missions and to figure out where to live and how to continue our work in Asia. After 20 months we finally leased a home in Spokane Valley, WA very near Tim, Marianne, Kaitlyn, Kyra and Micah.

Now we are based in the US and travel back and forth between here and Asia. We’ve returned 3 times so far for a total of 6 months.  Another trip is planned for the spring of 2013.

Not long after we returned, a person unknown to us told us that we were ‘on the precipice’.  Our interpretation was that we were at a point in our lives where God was about to do something big and/or different. 

Since nothing earth-shaking has happened, I am assuming that we are still ‘dancing on the edge’.  We continue to be involved with our former students, international students, Deaf ministry, hospitality, mentoring, writing and relief work. 

So we continue to dance and wait to see if we fall or jump off the edge!


Thursday, December 6, 2012

Latest book - First Novel




Latest Book - First Novel

Awaiting you at many locations this time. We're even digital with this one - yeah, modern, high tech age for me.
  • Amazon.com-Kindle
  • Barnes & Noble - Nook
  • Google eBooks
 Xulon is negotiating with Sony and Apple and expect to start uploading eBooks to those sites shortly.

If you like to hold a real book in your hand then you can get one from your local Christian bookstore or order through Amazon or Barnes and Noble. Actually you should be able to get one through any book store. Just ask them.

Back Cover 

As Hubie made his way deliberately down the rows of butter beans and squash, he turned to look back at the house, then looked toward where John Thomas continued his slow walk across the hayfield; still hatless, still with his head down, still with his shoulders drooping; then Hubie looked back to the house.

“It was not meant for such,” he remarked out loud.  “This house was not built for such a time as this.”

His few words explained much about the house and about those who lived in and around it.


LeRoy Ramsey has also written Backing In The Front Door and co-authored Baby In A Box with his wife, Jane. In addition, he has written Will You Go?, a booklet about missions and available to churches and fellowships interested in promoting mission outreaches.

He was born in Palestine and left Paris to move his family to China. 
A career in journalism led him to such exotic places like Commerce, Fort Hood, Sulphur Springs, Arlington, Gatesville and Paris. (All in Texas)
In 1985 LeRoy and Jane picked up their family (the children were 15, 9 and 5) and moved to Wuhan, Hubei in the People’s Republic of China. That was just the beginning of a Great God Adventure with the Chinese people. They have spent almost three decades working in China. They have now added two granddaughters, one grandson and one son-in-law to the clan.