'Rock Talk' Compliance

After enjoying a brief road-trip to Asheville, North Carolina, we packed our bags and started our return trip back to Nashville, Tennessee. We had traveled the route many times and were looking forward to the return journey through the beautiful Smoky Mountains. As we continued, we watched the early morning sun chase away the few remaining clouds and melt the lingering mist that sifted through the trees. Patches of sun splashed the myriads of colored leaves while slight puffs of wind stirred many branches. We both commented about the distant rocky cliffs that poked out through the trees and the majesty of the mountains. We both agreed that the beautiful scenes were a few of the gifts the Lord has given us all to enjoy.  

In every series of mountain highways, there are sections that make dramatic right and left curls. These acute angles offer a certain caution to drivers and seems to serve to encourage all to slow their pace. My 'seasoned' age and my personal experience(s) have taught me to comply. I proceeded with caution.

On any given day, the cars that travel this section of I-40, share the road with trucks of various sizes. Semi-tractor trailers, luxury cars, economy cars and maintenance and construction vehicles. They all respectfully jockey for position. It wasn't long before a a truck full of dirt and rocks crawled up behind us. The beast breathed down our necks, flashed its eyes once, then twice. (He was obviously very proud of them.) My instincts kicked-in again and, coupled with my unwillingness to learn the depth of ANY the yawning valleys, I willingly changed lanes. Immediately, the driver downshifted and the beast grumbled and rumbled past and off into the distant horizon. There REALLY wasn't any immediate danger. We were just in the way of an ambitious driver with an agenda much fuller than our own. With considerably more highway to conquer (places to go and things to do), our journey continued.
Suddenly, the car in front of us kicked-up a few stones. There was a loud CRACK! I immediately knew what it was. A stone had hit my car! I blamed the truck.

When we arrived home I looked at the windshield and ALL over the car but didn't see a mark. One week later, a crack in the windshield appeared! I followed the crack and found its origin in the darkest section of the windshield just under the windshield wiper. I had missed it and now it had grown! I was aggravated. I didn't want to pay the cost of a repair! Our deductible would exceed the cost of repair and the aggravation to schedule and replace the windshield was inconvenient. Unfortunately, I waited several weeks. The crack slowly crawled up and across and impaired our view.

At the encouraging of my wife, I finally called several windshield repair companies and arranged for one to repair my car in my own driveway. My frustration lessened just a bit but I STILL felt VERY inconvenienced! (I know, I know...poor me!) When the car pulled into my driveway, the thought CLEARLY ran through my head, "Give them a Steps to Christ booklet."(For those who aren't aware of this booklet, it is an awesome Christian witnessing tool full of practical advice.) I immediately decided NOT to comply.

I went outside and struck up a conversation with both men. At the time, the TV news was telling about a plane that had crashed in Jamaica. It was a sad story to reveal but I told them BRIEFLY about it. The words had barely left my lips when one guy said, "Brother, we are living in the days of Revelation! Things are happening that I was told about as a kid. We need to get ready!" His word rang in my head like a sustained and unison note from a church choir! "Get...R E A D Y!!!", he said.

I was SHOCKED! I mumbled this stellar comment, "Uh.... yeah...uh huh." (Embarrassing!)

They went to work on my car and I turned, went inside and gathered two Steps to Christ and two Ten Commandment booklets and then went back outside. After they were finished I gave them the booklets. I said, "Hey, You mentioned Revelation and I appreciated it. I want you to please read these books. I know you will find them interesting."

He put his finger to his temple, scratched it and said, "You know what?" The last windshield we replaced, the guy prayed with us. Now you are giving us Jesus material. Perhaps He is trying to tell us something. Thank you. We will read them." I was shocked AGAIN! Before I could ask if we could pray, they had closed their doors and left.

 In a quiet moment I began to consider my windshield experience. My thoughts went like this:

1. While enjoying our journey traveling through God's mountains minding our own business, we were distracted by trouble cast into our path. That seed of trouble lay hidden and unseen (under our wiper blade) and silently grew and spread like crabgrass. Though we were embarrassed, we looked past the crack' and pretended it wasn't there. I considered the analogy and thought of a hidden character flaw or sin in a person's life. Defects are part of EACH of our lives BUT when they are discovered, it's our calling to take action BEFORE it spreads!

2. If my car hadn't been hit by a stone, my conversation with the repairmen AND the giving of the booklets, would NEVER have happened. I was reminded if God wants a stone to 'talk to me', so I can handout spiritual material to help someone find there way 'home'.....I should be thankful.

3. Hmmmm....cost of my windshield, a few hundred dollars. Literature evangelism in my front yard...PRICELESS!

As silly as this story might sound, I found it to be a positive influence in my life. As you experience your life TODAY, I challenge you to pause and just consider the possibility that a 'higher power' has a plan and loves to help you. We are NOT alone. Plan to make every effort to be more aware of how God is arranging events. I believe we are blind to them. I pray that my eyes will see more of the positive and my spirits lifted today. Let's do it together.    ~Pray 🙏🏾

~Stefan

    

WHAT A WASTE!!

Author Eric Hoffer writes: "The feeling of being hurried is not usually the result of living a full life and having no time. It is, on the contrary, BORN OF A VAGUE FEAR WE ARE WASTING OUR LIFE. When we do not do the one thing we ought to do, we have no time for anything else--we are the busiest people in the world."

I've 'sat with' with many men and women (some pastors) that have expressed the same concern: "a vague fear of wasting their life." Some of these people you and I know quite well. It seems the pastors, however measured today, are especially prone to forego their personal 'Jesus time'. It's not that they actually plan to forget but more that they forget to plan. After all, we are all human!

I've heard it said hundreds of times from the pulpit AND from friends. It usually goes like this: "People think all I do is sit and read the Bible. Truth is, there's hardly time." Then the person and/or pastor realizes their own solution: and that is, CHANGE.

Sadly, people (and pastors) are too busy watching the last nights crime-drama on TV. They justify it by saying, "It's amazing graphics! I just want to see how they do all that stuff!"

If it wasn't so serious it would be quite comical, because "How they do all that stuff" is part of THE ORIGINAL SIN!! Consider this: "Pssst! Hey Eve! Look at this!" Yup! the Master of Distraction gets us all caught up in the proverbial art of the drama. Then, we go to bed with graphic crime scenes in our head (rhymes). The next morning we are TOO TIRED to wake EARLY for some Jesus time/direction!

We would ALL do better if we turned off the TV, laptop etc., retire early and PLAN to rise early if that's what it takes. If we don't, the next thing we know......."PSSST! Hey! (your name here). Yeah, you! Come here. Look at this!!!" And then we are out the door....busy! Then we worry...we MIGHT be wasting our life. Life's nets of distraction, ARE well, ....attractive! It's normal and especially easy for ALL of us to skip a moment with God. Although MAKING time to talk to God is absolutely necessary, a quick prayer as we drive down the highway and/or local byways is STILL a prayer and beneficial. It makes a difference! Don't listen to the demonic whispers that say, "You're wasting your life!"  ~~~Pray /\

Changing The View

It was a blessing to attend a Christian boarding high school. It was a co-ed school and each dormitory employed a Dean. I remember the Dean of Men as being an especially helpful and Christian man. One specific trait was that he was especially tidy. It was his style to be clean and neatly pressed and he appreciated the school looking tidy as well. During a dorm evening-worships it was common to hear him especially emphasize:  "If we all pitch-in and pick-up trash, the school would be cleaner and always presentable." It wasn't rocket-science and the school wasn't especially untidy but some young men seemed to have a knack for littering. Of course this trash-tossing habit tends to spoil the view of many. One bad peach DOES spoil (eventually) the whole basket. One wind-strewn Windscript (school paper) DOES spoil the view!

A day after emphasizing to us the need to stop and pick-up papers and trash, a few of us were in the hallway chatting with the Dean. There on the floor, just 20 ft. from us sat a half page of notebook paper. The Dean walked over and picked it up, walked to his desk, opened his wallet and taped a $5.00 bill to the paper. He then walked over to floor and laid the paper (money-side down) on the floor! He advised, "None of you guys touch this. Let's see who will do a good deed and be rewarded!"

Several guys walked by the legal tender 'trash'. Some men stood by it. One guy stepped on it. Everybody was caught-up in their own world; their own zone. Their VIEW was barely beyond their own noses. Five dollars might not seem like a lot but when the possibility of receiving an unexpected gift happens, it tends to spice up your day!

As we all watched, the excitement grew within us. Somebody surely would remember the Dean's litter emphasis!!  But NOBODY took the time to bend down and do a good deed. When it seemed as if the trash would remain on the floor and the money undiscovered, a rather quiet, unassuming guy strolled by, bent down, grabbed the paper and turned it over. The look on his face was absolute joy! The Dean said, "That's yours. Keep it. Thanks for cleaning up the view."

Thirty plus years later I am still casually picking up pieces of trash all in the effort of improving the view. (I always turn it over.)

Yesterday, I drove to the grocery store, parked and walked across the parking lot. On the ground was a rectangular 3 X 5 piece of paper. Yes, I bent down and picked it up.....turned it over. It was a lottery scratch-off ticket that HAD NOT been scratched!!! It read, "Scratch and win up to $100,000.00!!!! I've never purchased a lottery scratch-off ticket but it didn't take me long to start **scratching!!!

After my visit to the grocery store, I drove to the park to go for a jog. I picked up some scattered pieces of paper on the ground (after all these years, it's a habit) and jogged to the next trash-bin, opened it and there sat $7.00 screaming, "ME! ME! Take ME!"

Although I encourage ALL to "Keep Your Head Up"! I also encourage everyone to watch where you are stepping AND clean up just around YOU! You never know how you will be rewarded!

Thanks Dean!  You taught me to change my view AND the view of many others!!
~Pray /\
~Stefan

**No. I didn't win a dime!! But.... my view continues to change!!!

"Tuck me in!"

"Daaaaad! Mawwwwwmmm!! I'm ready to be tucked into bed!"

It was our sweet routine. After their bath my son and my daughter, would put on their pajamas, crawl into their beds and call us to 'tuck them in'. We would go to their separate rooms, pray with them and tuck the covers all around their legs and arms while quickly repeating, "tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck." It brought a smile to their faces and cheered our hearts! They always asked for a bedtime story and we'd happily comply. I liked to create my own stories and I made EVERY effort to make sure to end my spiritual allegories on a happy note and squeak in some sort of moral. My wife and I would kiss them goodnight, and then make our way to the bedroom door. As I stood in the doorway, I'd put my hand on the light switch and say, "It's time to rest, so...blow out the light." It was a game we'd play. They would blow at the light and we would pretend that it would flicker (a couple of times for effect) but always go out. It was something fun for them to do; a pleasant memory shared. We would leave their rooms and like clockwork, just a few minutes later, would hear, "DAD? MOM? Can you get me a drink of water?" We were always happy to do it. A sip of water and another kiss goodnight and we left the room. What they didn't know was.....after several minutes, we would sneak in and check on them; just to be sure they were asleep and all "tucked in."

As kids so often do, they matured and grew. They graduated from awesome universities and accepted career positions out of state. My personal quip was: "If you feed them, they will grow! Give them wheels, they will go!" We helped them both to relocate. Our goal was to make sure they were...all "tucked in".

It is heart wrenching and emotionally draining leaving the loves-of-your-life in another town. We long to hear their cars pull into the driveway and the rattle of the keys in the front door lock. When they were living at home, we use to worry why they weren't home. They honored their curfew but we ALWAYS wondered where they were and what they were doing. Now, we can only pray that all we taught them will be remembered and put to good use.

The amazing technology of cellular phones, texts, Skype and email has provided an awesome connection for this generation! It's an immediate contact. We pray with them and for them! We send them prayer-texts all the time! "Prayer IS the key in the hand of faith to unlock Heaven's storehouse."

The sweet childhood routine of 'tucking in', blowing out the light and giving our children a drink of water, for the night, ended looooong ago. Although at times the moment became ......routine, it is dearly missed.

Our Heavenly Father HAD secured a Heavenly home for us. There was plenty of communication between Him and our original parents. Although there was no need to directly 'tuck them in'. He would directly---talk to them. THAT was plan 'A'. ALL of their needs were met. However, instead of VOLUNTARILY leaving Heaven, (like earthly children do), the Father had to KICK them out; banish them and block the gate! Our inherited sinful nature keeps us from re-entering our Home.

Like lovingly bathing our children, God still wants us to bathe afresh everyday in His grace. He yearns for us to talk/pray with Him every night and day. He desires to whisper bedtime stories in our ears. He wants to kiss us every night AND morning. He knows where we are and has given us keys to the Heavenly home. He begs us to call His name, "FATHER! Can I have a drink of water!" He longs to hear our footsteps on Heaven's threshold. I believe His thought is: "Provide grace for them so they can grow. Build a space for them so they can know." Your station in life does NOT matter. Start where you are. Through sin, ALL of us have 'moved' farther from Him than just another geographical state. We have been relocated to our own earthly home; NOT because He hates us....because He LOVES us. Talk to Him. Make it your "Sweet routine." He wants to "tuck you in".

We miss our 'kids'. God misses His kids!! You and me. ~Pray /\

Jonah's Ketos Chronicle

This week I and many of my friends of my same faith, are studying the Bible's book of Jonah. For such a small book it packs quite a punch! I'll be the first to admit that anyone who reads the story is afforded ample wiggle room to doubt its veracity. This small book is loaded with astounding events! To the Christian believer, one has to admit that the story is a bit hard to swallow (pun intended). The story is multifaceted. It is my intent in this space to share some of what I feel are a few of the story's shiny facets; my personal observations.

Hearing the story as a child, I was horrified by the idea that it was feasible to be in a boat in water and be SWALLOWED by ANYTHING! Think about it. First you are afloat and suddenly you're on an internal slip-n-slide and then treading in belly fluids! YUK! I didn't dwell on it but it did have an impression.

Very early into my adulthood, I soon realized that one doesn't have to be on a body of water to be swallowed whole! School, a military venture, relationships, a career, family responsibilities, marriage, divorce and even deaths to name a few challenges. They can be overwhelming! A person can even be floundering IN A CHURCH! Regardless of our station in life, without a belief in Christ we are just one inhalation away from breathing water! We are ALL searching for a life-line. I know I have often been in over MY head and I am taller than many! God can hear our prayers while we tread water. A person can certainly drown even in a pool of responsibility. 

Just like the Jonah story, I have seen a few co-workers thrown overboard, only to survive, return and announce: "Leaving this 'ship' was the best thing that ever happened to me! I found my calling. I just needed a little shove off the bow!" Sometimes God pushes you off the bow to get your attention. 

God gave Jonah a task to do but he chose NOT to do it. Consequently, he was swallowed by a large swimming behemoth (Greek= ketos). He survived and was vomited onto the shore. He then journeyed to a town and told people to change their lifestyle or God would punish them. UNBELIEVABLE? Yup, easy to disbelieve... until you research and learn that leviathans DO EXIST! Men HAVE been swallowed WHOLE......and survived! Due to the gastric juices their skin was bleached in places. Jonah was vomited ashore as well. Although we don't know where he was regurgitated, being baptized in the belly of.... well, anything would get my attention! The event changed Jonah's life and he became more compliant! (Duh! Ya think?!) God certainly knows how to get our attention!

The prophet Jonah was released from 'ketos belly hell'. He smells like "big fish" vomit MM-mmm-MMM, his skin is faded from the gastric juices, he more than likely had fish guts and fish scales (call them sequins if its more palatable) in his hair and probably some seaweed-goo liberally applied... everywhere! (Funny. There are some cosmetics that actually have seaweed in them!) In addition, he probably lost his HAT.... AND anything that girdled him! Get my drift.... I imagine clothes don't last long in ketos juices!!!! (Sand... can be SO annoying!) Just think...If Jonah had followed the will of God from the beginning... he would have smelled a whole lot better and NOT wore a 'sand suit' that day! Couple this with Fish-rot cologne mixed with a tincture of gastric juices is...to say the least, unforgettable! (Not much of a market for: Ketos cologne!). Sin stinks!
  
As it was with Jonah, we often choose to journey in an exactly opposite direction than God would have us travel. We, in effect, spray ourselves with the 'cologne of non-compliance'. We wander around oblivious to OUR smelly selves, all the while thinking the other guy is the odoriferous one!  Oh, I am sure that before Jonah arrived at Nineveh he took some time to tidy-up a bit. We don't know where he 'came ashore' but the story then places him at Nineveh. Nineveh is quite a distance from ANY shoreline.  It's here that I believe we fail at understanding how wide scoped and permanent disobeying God can truly be.

HOW did the Nineveh-ites know that Jonah had the 'ketos experience'? I doubt he wandered into town and said, "Hey mean 'ole Nineveh-ites, I was swallowed by a whale, oops big 'sea monster'"  "Yup the ketos got me."  No, I doubt it. I believe he was permanently disfigured by his non-compliance/experience. People stopped to stare at his permanent infirmity. We, like Jonah, can be saved from sin but a scar, (or scars) might be better left alone. Scars are not so much a "badge of courage", but to the Christian, a 'Testimony of Salvation'!
  
It is my hope that I can be more compliant to the will of God. Although a sandy shore is attractive, being there for the correct reason(s) is half the battle. God still loves us even when we are non-compliant and grumble; scars and ALL! Jonah is a book of hope. Without Christ, we would be better-off thrown overboard. Swim with HIM! Not away from Him! ~Pray /\

Gumption and Prayer!

The church I attend, Madison Campus, has been experiencing some very encouraging changes! Our new pastor has been emphasizing church fundamentals, has started a new "Teach Us To Pray" series and is emphasizing evangelism. To that I say HALLELUJAH!

Like many, I start my day with personal prayer and strongly appreciate the pastor's prayer challenge. I have accepted his challenge and have made a special effort to pray 'all day'. Don't get me wrong, it's not a continual mumbo-jumbo. It is a mind-set; a continual 'feed' and very specific. After all, the Bible tells us to "pray without ceasing." During my devotional prayer, I  ask... "Lord if I can help someone today, please send them my way." (Poetic huh?!)

The pastor also wrote some very encouraging words in a recent church-bulletin column. He said, "...maybe God is opening your [our] eyes to a more fulfilling prayer life."  I am convinced God is doing exactly that to all who are willing to pray. Recently, I was reminded that, as simple as it sounds, prayers ARE ANSWERED and that prayer warriors ARE NEEDED.

Last week, after completing a few errands with my wife, it was time for lunch! We decided on a restaurant (name withheld) that we hadn't visited in several months. As I entered, I prayed again,  "Lord if I can help someone today, please send them my way."

We entered, we were greeted, seated and provided menus. The waiter seemed a bit hurried but quickly brought us water. After some brief niceties he asked if we were ready to order. We weren't, so he scooted through the swinging kitchen doors. When he returned, my wife and I made our selections and we asked that the cheese and sour cream be omitted. "No problem." he said. "Will there be anything else?"  "No, that's it. Thanks." Suddenly the waiter's hurried demeanor seemed to melt away and he asked, "Excuse me but I noticed that besides omitting a couple of items, you both ordered vegetarian entrees. Are you Seventh-day Adventist?"

WOW!, I thought! That's quite a leap! Just because we exclude some items from our diet and are vegetarian (I'm attempting veganism), it doesn't mean that a person is Seventh-day Adventist. I know that, and you know that. In fact, I found his comment VERY surprising! I also felt that perhaps it wasn't any of his business. (My human nature often rise-eth within me!)

I said,  "Yes, we are. We attend the Madison Campus SDA church."

"Oh, I know where that is. I use to attend that church. I went to the elementary school and I also went to the academy. Well, I didn't graduate from there but I did attend. As soon as you ordered, I THOUGHT you were Adventist!"

He asked if we had kids and we determined that he knew them. "My sister works here too," he said. He called her over to our table and she chatted at length as well. (The restaurant wasn't as busy. We ate a late lunch.) They both revealed some VERY personal things about themselves, their hopes, aspirations, regrets and successes.

So there you have it, the variable of: 'Associative Adventism'. He knew of Adventism, we ordered like Adventists, 'quacked' like Adventists, we must be Adventists! Maybe a better coinage is: Familiarity breeds an AH-HA! factor!

Suddenly, I felt strongly compelled to ask both of them to come back to church. This is a big change for me. Although I believe people should go to church, asking someone to actually go to church is something I don't do. Well, lately I HAVE been asking but it takes some ....gumption and......prayer.. It scares me to ask. I use to be frightened. Now I'm frightened NOT to ask. I believe a strengthened prayer life has encouraged my new behavior.

"Have you considered coming back to church?", I said. "We have two services. Listen, there are a lot of things happening in this world. It's a crazy place. You NEED to come back to church!" I even pointed my finger at him. I couldn't seem to stop talking. I've seen other people do the same and it concerned me; even embarrassed me, now I hardly think anything about it.

"Yes, I know, I know", he said. "I do want to return. I actually get Friday night and Saturday off! I told my boss I'm Adventist." The waiter smiles, laughs and under his breath says, "It actually works out real well!.....  I am going to return."

Remember, I prayed that I would be able to "Help somebody in my path" and suddenly, during lunch, two people were standing at our table waiting/wanting/asking to be invited to church!

Like our pastor, I ask you to pray. People are SEARCHING for a connection. People are WANTING to come home. Still others are SEEKING for a home. If YOU have found a 'home', ask someone to come to it. If you haven't found a church-home, come to Madison Campus!

Be bold! Be brave! People are making some SERIOUS decisions; be a positive part of it!!! ~PRAY! /\

Bird, Chirped the 'Word'! (edited)

During the early morning, I opened both the front and screen door to allow the fresh cool morning air to sweep through the house. To encourage more of an air exchange I walked to the master bedroom and opened the rear window but left the screen down. Ahhhh! Exhilarating!  I sat down in a chair, opened my 'Moving Mountains' devotional from Amazing Facts and began to read a devotional about nature. Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound in the living room!! Thinking my wife had returned early from her walk, I called out to her, "Is that you?" No answer.

The rustling persisted accompanied by an odd scratching sound. Scratching, scratching on my foyer floor.

I cautiously peeked from the bedroom, there it was...a bird walking across the wooden entry. Suddenly it was ME vs. BIRD (not Larry, for any 'old' Celtics fans). "Shoo!" I said, waving my arms and attacking to encourage its quick departure. The bird saw my antics and decided flying at me was its best option! Perhaps it sensed the air flow and wished to dart for an opening or maybe it saw through to the back patio. My tactics changed. My team (troop of one) retreated, (I swear I heard a little girl scream). I dodged any contact, made a quick scoot through the living room and into the kitchen. I instituted my only plan of CP: Covert Peering. Yup! You no doubt have heard of "Bond, James Bond". I was 'SPY, SUPER SPY'! 

Suddenly my cell phone rang.....from the bedroom. I weighed my options:

1. Get the phone and be exposed to a flurry of wings and bird-borne pathogens, (I know it's silly but I'm a bit of 'clean-o-phobe' A brief flash of microbiology class......Psittacosis!) Nah! It's just a bird.

2. Let my wife come home and find 'Larry'! Hmmm...

I dared to re-enter the bedroom, snatch the phone and say a quick, "Hello!" No response and my contender 'Larry' bird, a beautiful large Eastern Meadowlark, flails at the screen. I believe they fly south for the winter. I wasn't expecting his arrival and wish he'd leave. Another flashback: An old English literature class. Edgar Allen Poe and 'The Raven' that came "rapping, rapping on the door".

The phone rings again. I see my wife's pic on the phone.

In frustration, I quickly spat out a greeting, "Hello!" 

"Hey, WHOA! You sound stressed! What are you doing?" my wife asks.  

"I'm chasing a bird!" Silence......

"You're chasing a what? Did you say: A BIRD?!"

"Yes, A bird! It flew in the house and I am chasing it. Well,.... I'm trying to at least."

"OH! Well..... I'd better let you go." Click. I was on my own! It was me against 'Larry'. Hmmmm... maybe Edgar is a better name (I know for sure, it's NOT Lenore! Read the poem 'The Raven'). I suddenly grow concerned that in all the excitement, 'Edgar' might 'drop a message' for me to clean. If it does this ....smear tactic, he will be renamed 'Pooping Poe'! 

Edgar, still flailing at the screen, seemed to chirp a scream for an escape. I grabbed a shirt and successfully threw it on him, carefully scooped up both as Edgar continued chirping bird words. I quickly walked to the open door and released it too the wild. A good spy am I.

It suddenly dawned on me that I had started my devotional reading about nature, suddenly nature was scratching at my door and then staring at me? I glanced at my shirt and spied a 'message' from......Pooping Poe. 

Just because we find an open door, it doesn't mean we should fly through it. If we enter and find ourselves captured by circumstances and/or our poor choices, by all means, PRAY! Prayer reveals many awesome open doors. Very soon those doors will close and that shirt (robe) of 'escape' will someday no longer be needed. For now, the beauty is that Christ is waiting EVERY MOMENT to welcome us like a fresh cool morning breeze. He covers us with His robe of protection. Invite Him to 'fly' into your life and do some Spring cleaning! It will be a welcomed change. Stop sitting on the windowsill of life flailing at the screen of separation. You can fly to freedom with Christ one moment at a time. ~Pray /\