"Welcome to my blog space. I believe that God has carefully placed gems in our paths to fill our days with joy. The challenge for us is to take the time to notice them. My desire is to share the gems in my life so that, hopefully, you will see the ones He's placed in yours. I hope what you read here will be worth your time and you'll want to return often." - Cathy

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Thursday Thoughts: The Bible Bandit

Posted below is the story of a man who stole my brother's Bible and how he and my brother interacted last week. It was an amazing adventure for both of them. These are the posts that my brother, Tommy John, entered on Facebook everytime there was news to share. Tommy gave me permission to share it with my readers. Enjoy!

Sunday, August 19, 7:36pm   Prayer request for my Facebook friends:
This morning I stopped at a convenience store on the way to church and came out to find that someone had taken my Bible that was sitting on the front seat. Nothing else was missing, not the coins in the cup holder, not my phone that I absentmindedly left next to my Bible, just my Bible. I must confess, my initial thoughts weren't very Christian, they involved lightning bolts and hoping I wasn't in the vicinity when God strikes this person down.
Seconds later I came to my senses and the thought ran through my head, "I hope whoever took my Bible opens it". Please pray that this person will open the Bible and learn about God's love, mercy and saving grace, and if it be God's will, let our paths cross again so I can open my arms and my heart and love this person into God's kingdom.


Monday, August 20, 10:55pm   Update on the “Bible Bandit”
The person who took my Bible called our home tonight, (my name was written on the inside of the front cover) very ashamed and wanted to let me know that he was going to take the Bible back to the convenience store where I stopped Sunday morning. I told him that wasn’t necessary and I wanted him to keep the Bible.
He talked about all the notes I’d written inside and the inscription from “Cathy” (my big sister, who gave me the Bible after I accepted Jesus) and how this Bible obviously meant something to me. I suggested that we meet, maybe let me buy dinner and we could talk. He flatly refused that idea and shouted, “Just go to the store tomorrow and get your Bible”.
I didn’t say anything for a few seconds, not sure what to say, not wanting to upset him any further, but not wanting to end the conversation. I finally broke the silence and said, “I tell you what, I’ll come get the Bible you leave for me, if you take the Bible I leave for you”. Silence for what seemed like hours, then he reluctantly agreed.
Emboldened a little, I said, “Also, I want you to read a couple Scriptures. I’ll write the numbers and even the page numbers you will find them on, and I want you to call me tomorrow night to talk about them”. He replied, “You don’t want much do you?” I responded, “Who took who’s Bible?” He chuckled a little and said, “OK, I deserve that, I’ll do it”. Seconds later he hung up.
Please pray that he actually picks up the Bible I leave for him, that he reads the Scriptures I specify for him, and that he actually calls me tomorrow night. God has His hands all over this; I can’t wait to see where He takes both of us.


Tuesday, August 21, 12:29pm   Bible Bandit Update:
I dropped the replacement Bible off at the convenience store this morning. It was quite a process to explain everything to the store clerk, but hearing the story seemed to affect her so I invited her to visit our church.
The two verses I asked the young man to read were: Psalm 139:13-18 and Jeremiah 29:11-13 (Life Application Bible, New Living Translation (see verses below). Please pray that he picks the Bible up, reads the verses I've indicated, and then calls me tonight to talk more. Pray for me also, that God will give me just the right attitude, and the right words to speak to this young man. Woo hooo, God is so good!

Psalm 139:13-18 (NLT)

13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!

Jeremiah 29:11-13 (NLT)


11 For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. 12 In those days when you pray, I will listen. 13 If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me.
 


Tuesday, August 21 6:03pm     Bible Bandit Update!!!!!
Praise the Lord!!!! The young man left my Bible at the convenience store, AND picked up the Bible I left for him. Please pray that he reads the two scriptures I asked him to read, and then calls me tonight. God is so good, can't wait to see what happens.

 
Wednesday, August 22, 12:24am   Bible Bandit Update:
No phone call - yet. I still believe he will contact me tonight. God is so amazing!!!!!

For it is the God who commanded light to shine out of darkness who has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ
.  2 Corinthians 4:6
God, of grace and glory, thank You for the rest of the night and the fresh energy to begin a new day. As the brightness breaks through the clouds of the morning sky, illuminate my heart with Your own darkness-dispelling presence. Drive away the clouds of doubt that question Your faithfulness in trying circumstances and the clouds of fear that make me cautious when I need to be courageous.
I know I can make a pretty small package when I get all wrapped up in myself. Set me free from self-concern so that I may focus on others. Renew my assurance that I am loved and forgiven by You so that I may be a communicator of Your grace to the people around me. Remind me that grace is kept only if it is given away. All You have taught me on the mountaintops of victory or the valleys of trials has been to help me say to others, “I know what you’re going through. I’ve been there!” Help me see life as a school of grace equipping me for a ministry of sharing.
Thank You, Lord, for what I will learn today that will enable me to help someone who will need just what I’ve discovered. Amen.

Wednesday, August 22, 2:38am   Bible Bandit Update:
It's 2:20am and I just got off the phone with my new friend. I wish I had space enough to tell everything that happened. We talked about his life and how it wasn't going as planned and how he just felt empty inside.
I told him my salvation story and highlighted the similarities in our journey. I told him how I ran from God for over 20 years but God never let me get too far away, putting people in my life to remind me that He was still there; a sister who exemplified God's unconditional love, a wife who cared about where I spent eternity, and a Pastor who spent several hours Valentine's Day night answering all the questions I could think of before leading me to Christ.
We talked about a Grandmother who took him to church as a child, and told him he could find answers to all of life’s problems in the Bible. We talked about the two verses I wanted him to read (Psalm 139:13-16, and Jeremiah 29:11). He began crying and said, "I need God, can you help me find Him?" We went down the "Roman Road" and I answered his questions, and at 1:45am, we prayed the "Sinners Prayer" and he accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
We talked about him needing to find a church to attend and I invited him to mine, and I told him to call his Grandmother. “She will want to know what happened tonight,” I said. We agreed to talk again tomorrow night, when I hope he will finally tell me his name.
Thank you all for your prayers, I know God listened to them and gave me just the right words to speak tonight. Please pray for this young man, the newest member of God's family. To God be the glory, great things He hath done!!!!!!!!  he brightness breaks through the clouds of the morning sky, illuminate my heart with Your own darkness-dispelling presence. Drive away the clouds of doubt that question Your faithfulness in trying circumstances and the clouds of fear that make me cautious when I need to be courageous.

I know I can make a pretty small package when I get all wrapped up in myself. Set me free from self-concern so that I may focus on others. Renew my assurance that I am loved and forgiven by You so that I may be a communicator of Your grace to the people around me. Remind me that grace is kept only if it is given away. All You have taught me on the mountaintops of victory or the valleys of trials has been to help me say to others, “I know what you’re going through; I’ve been there!” Help me see life as a school of grace equipping me for a ministry of sharing.

Thank You, Lord, for what I will learn today that will enable me to help someone who will need just what I’ve discovered. Amen.


new day. As the brightness breaks through the clouds of the morning sky, illuminate my heart with Your own darkness-dispelling presence. Drive away the clouds of doubt that question Your faithfulness in trying circumstances and the clouds of fear that make me cautious when I need to be courageous.

I know I can make a pretty small package when I get all wrapped up in myself. Set me free from self-concern so that I may focus on others. Renew my assurance that I am loved and forgiven by You so that I may be a communicator of Your grace to the people around me. Remind me that grace is kept only if it is given away. All You have taught me on the mountaintops of victory or the valleys of trials has been to help me say to others, “I know what you’re going through; I’ve been there!” Help me see life as a school of grace equipping me for a ministry of sharing.

Thank You, Lord, for what I will learn today that will enable me to help someone who will need just what I’ve discovered. Amen.
Wednesday, August 22, 2:45pm
Thank you to all of you who have been praying for me and my new friend. I wish I could take the credit for everything that transpired, but it was none of me and all of God. Every since Sunday when I spoke to this young man for the first time, I prayed, "Lord, please don't let me say or do anything to get in the way of what You want to do with this young man".
I didn't sleep much once we ended our conversation, I just walked around the house, crying, and praising our Lord for allowing me to be a small part in His plan for this young man. We serve an awesome God, and last night He allowed me to get a small glimpse of what Heaven must be like. Woo Hooo, my feet haven't touched the ground yet, praise His Holy Name!!!

Thursday, August 23, 10:06pm   Bible Bandit Update:
I have to really change the way I refer to my new brother in Christ, after all, he did return my Bible. So, from here on out, I'll refer to him as my Bible Brother, at least until he feels comfortable enough to tell me his name.
We talked again, last night, and it was like I was talking to a different person, (of course we know he is a new creature) he had a happy, hopeful tone to his voice and talked about how different he felt. He took his Bible to work with him the next day and asked a co-worker if he could join their Bible study group.
He also called his Grandmother, telling her what had transpired, and she wants him to move back to Tennessee, and live with her while he gets his life together. He seems to be leaning in that direction, but hasn't decided yet. I still don't know his name, but God does. Please continue to pray for this young man. He needs to be completely covered in prayer as he takes the next steps in his new life. God is so good!
 
Has God ever given you an opportunity similar to this? How did you handle it? Please share.
 
 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

A Placeholder


Conditions at work were growing more and more unbearable.  Like mercury in a thermometer, my blood pressure rose up, up, up until the tube burst. Every day as we walked from our cars to our offices, one of us would verbalize our thoughts, “Think today will be our last day? I wonder if I should start packing my personal things if I have any spare time today? How long can this torture last? “
Financial Downturn
The company was in such bad financial shape our suppliers wouldn’t ship to us unless we pre-paid the bill. Making payroll each week was iffy. Ten percent pay cuts for the salaried staff made an imperceptible difference in expenses. We weren’t the only company struggling. Our customers were stretching their payments to us to the ninety-day limit and insisting on price reductions.  Our suppliers raised their prices to cover increased costs in the petroleum industry. And we were caught in the middle.
I was so miserable I prayed that God would remove me from the chaos around me. His answer surprised me. He said, “I can’t remove you. You are a placeholder for good in this place. If I remove you, it will upset the balance of good and evil in the company.”
My response to Him was, “Okay, God, if that is what you want, I am satisfied being a placeholder for You.” I stayed with the company until I was laid off shortly before it was sold. I wish I could say the days got easier but they didn’t.

So what does it mean to be a placeholder?
Algebraic Equation
In mathematics, a placeholder is a symbol used in the place of a numeral not yet known. In the simple equation 2x + 1 = 5, we find that x is the placeholder for the numeral 2. We remember from Elementary School how important it is to keep numbers in their correct place or the wrong answer ensues.
In the twenty-second book of Ezekiel in the Bible, God enumerates Jerusalem’s sins. The people had done everything God had commanded they NOT do. God tells Ezekiel He looked for someone, anyone, to stand in the gap so He wouldn't have to destroy the land. Because He couldn't find anyone, he was forced to bring his wrath upon them and destroy the city. Just one person, willing to be a placeholder for God and for good in that evil place, could have saved the entire city.
The story of the destruction of the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, the story of Samson and many other accounts in the Bible show us that God is always looking for those people who are willing to be placeholders for good in our fallen world. The recent Day of Support for Chick-fil-A was a rallying point for Christians. God was looking for people who were willing to stand in the gap and support a company trying to do business His way.
Fence Sitter
There’s no room for taking the middle of the road or fence-sitting in our world. We’re either holding a place for good or for evil. Harsh, I know, but true. Which are you?
Have a blessed and joy-filled day-
Cathy

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

International Incidents – Part Three


This is the third, and final, installment of International Incidents. I’ve shared with you about the international encounters I had on our trip to the First Infantry Division Reunion and I’ve introduced you to some of the veteran heroes I met on our trip. This week I will move to the present and talk about some First I.D. active duty soldiers and their families. 
Celeste and Frank
My friend Celeste, the wife of one of hubby’s Vietnam buddies, and I were sitting in one of the hotel lobbies crocheting and catching up on our family happenings. I was trying a new dishcloth pattern and Celeste was working on a baby blanket as we chatted the time away.
All of a sudden the cutest throwback to the 1940’s approached us and knelt down in front of Celeste. She wanted to learn the pattern Celeste was using. It seems Tonya* and her husband, an active duty soldier who came home from Afghanistan in June, had found out a few days earlier they are expecting.
She sat and talked to us about her life with a soldier until her husband, who had been part of a round table discussion, came out to get her. He had one more presentation to take part in and would be done in ninety minutes. She asked if we were going to be there crocheting for a while. When we said we were, she asked her husband to go with her to the car to get her crochet supplies.
Similar to Tonya's Hairdo
She came back with her yarn and hook and we talked some more. Though only 22 years old, she identified herself as an “old soul” and I had to agree with her. She does some of the things my mother used to do. Last Thanksgiving with her husband at war, she found herself and her daughter alone for the holiday. She sent out a notice on the Post’s messaging system and invited any of the other wives who were going to be alone to come to her house. Tonya cooked the turkey and dressing and the others brought side dishes. Growing up we rarely had a holiday gathering without at least one young soldier or soldiers wife at our table.
Tonya talked about budgeting, and making her own pot scrubbers, and sewing her daughter’s clothes and other things she does to cut expenses. She was an amazing young woman and a trendsetter. Her hairdo was a 40’s up do style in front and straight in back and her clothes were 40’s inspired with a modern twist.
This pleasant time was contrasted by watching a young soldier who’d lost his legs trying to walk on his new prosthetic legs. Every step taken with a walker was painful and required taking a break to breathe every three or four steps. At times during the weekend we’d see his wife pushing him in his wheelchair. His time in Afghanistan has required his family to find a new normal. They appear to be well on the way to doing that. I hope they make it.
At the Saturday night banquet, a Brigadier General gave an update on how technology is being used to make war safer for our fighting men and women. Kind of an oxymoron, huh? A safe war.
I am thankful to have been exposed to these fine military men and women. I’ve been reminded, once again, of the cost others have paid for my freedom. Jesus was one of those who paid a price I could not pay to settle a debt He did not owe. I could cry at their sacrifice, but that isn’t productive. There is something I can do, and you can join me. I’ve listed the names and addresses (below my signature) of four active duty soldiers who have been wounded and are recuperating from their wounds. Cards will let them know we are proud of them and are thankful for their sacrifices.
Go and make it a joy-filled day for someone else-
Cathy
* Name Changed

Brooke Army Medical
Sgt. Jesse McCart
3851 Rodger Brooke Drive Bldg. 3600
Ft. Sam Houston, Texas.78234
Three others from his unit also at Brooke Army Medical are: Sgt. Jordan Sisco; PFC Edwin Gonszales; PFC Joshua Erickson. Jesse McCart lost both legs and one arm. Prayers have brought him from dangerously critical to a place of survival. Injuries to the other three happened in the same incident.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

International Incidents - Part Two


Welcome to Part Two of “International Incidents.” Moving from the focus on my international encounters in Part One, I’ll introduce you to some real heroes this week.
First Infantry Division Patch
The 1st Infantry Division, officially nicknamed The Big Red One, is the oldest division in the United States Army. It has seen continuous service since its organization in 1917, serving in every war since World War I. It is currently based at Fort Riley, Kansas.
My husband served with The Big Red One in Vietnam and we attended the 94th Anniversary Reunion in Memphis, TN the first week in August. We were in the company of 750 First Infantry Division veterans, active duty soldiers, and family members.

Larry, Frank, and John
Friends from Vietnam
My husband and two buddies who served together in Vietnam have kept up with each other over the years. Before they started meeting and talking about their time in Vietnam, the subject was taboo. I’m finding this is the case with most veterans of that war.  Attending these reunions brings healing.
The organizing committee offered excursions to points of interest in the Memphis area. We chose to visit the Mud Island Museum of the Lower Mississippi. There were two busloads of reunion attendees, all identified by name badges.
I took a break at the end of one section of the museum and was soon joined by a veteran from our group. Tom* and I started out with pleasantries and moved to the “Where are you from?” question. When he found out I was from North Carolina, he asked me how far I lived from Charlotte. I told him and then he shared part of his story.
He had a buddy named Livingston in Vietnam. When Tom left to go home, Livingston hugged him and begged him not to leave him there. Tom had no choice but to leave. He hadn’t been home long when he found out Livingston was killed in action. Tom thought about finding Livingston’s parents in Charlotte, NC and telling them what a good friend and soldier he was. He never followed through on that thought and now, forty plus years later, he is burdened with guilt because of his inaction.
I met two veterans traveling with their service dogs as a result of war injuries. Both of the dogs had on cute little red vests that were embroidered with “Service Dog.” The veteran-owners had sewn the Big Red One patch on each side of the vest. Regardless of how their lives were dramatically changed by war, they were proud to be counted among the First Infantry Division survivors.
There were eight World War II vets in attendance along with their families. They looked like  stereotypical grandpas, but their stories, though similar, are anything but typical. Young men from farms and cities, with little or no battle training, most never away from home before, leaving crying girlfriends waving from the dock as they boarded ships that would take them to unknown lands. Once at their destinations, they encountered the horrors of war. There was no way to prepare themselves for such as this.
I learned from these survivors that the ravages of war go far beyond the human casualties that are tallied and listed daily. These men and women come home with baggage they learn to live with but rarely completely get rid of.  Some of their wounds can’t be seen from the outside and those prove to be harder to overcome than those you can see.
All gave some. Some gave all. I am thankful for the contribution of each one and for the freedoms they bought for me.
Make it a joy-filled day-
Cathy

* Name changed

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

International Incidents


            Our family is not one of those who take an annual vacation.  Being in a military family as a child and moving every three years diminished the allure of traveling for me. We lived in California, Japan, Germany, and Georgia, where we finally settled. I am blessed to have lived in foreign countries where school field trips and Girl Scout excursions were to exotic destinations that most people will never see.

            I recently had the opportunity to travel nine hours from home to participate in the Army's First Infantry Division Reunion in Memphis, TN. This is the first of a three-part series on our adventures and the heroes I met along the way.

            It’s always a pleasure to travel with my husband, a former long-haul trucker. His “turf” included all East coast states and up into Canada and as far west as Texas. He knows how to get everywhere. We never need a map, computer generated directions or a GPS. On top of his road experience, he has an innate sense of direction. I do not, so I happily settle into the car, read or crochet, and leave the driving to him.

            I have fun reading the names of towns on road signs. We spent the first night away in Bucksnort, TN. We arrived late at night and left before breakfast so we didn’t see much of Bucksnort other than the hotel parking lot. I am left with questions: What do the people who live there do to make a living? Is Bucksnort a peaceful place? Is it a good place to raise a family?

            Our journey through Tennessee took us to some famous places - Paris, Carthage, Sparta, and Lebanon – all nestled along Interstate 40. The trip proved to be an international experience. These four cities were just the beginning.

            We stopped in Jackson, TN so hubby could tour the Carl Perkins Museum. Carl was popular in the Rockabilly Era and wrote “Blue Suede Shoes “among other songs. On arrival we met Henry Harrison, the curator of the museum. He does personal tours and shares his vast knowledge of the stars of that music era. He had started a tour with Francois, a man from France, and asked us if we’d mind joining Francois on the tour. We were about halfway through the museum when Wade from New Zealand also joined us.

            On Friday, Celeste (the wife of another First Infantry Division veteran) and I decided to take a trolley ride around the loop in Memphis which includes a view of the Mississippi River. There were only four passengers on this trolley – the two of us and a couple from Australia. At one point the driver came out of his booth and sat with the four of us while a trolley ahead of us cleared the checkpoint. He had a thick Italian accent, so thick that it was hard to understand what he said. If you listened hard enough, you understood that he had theories on how to solve all the world’s problems, even giving advice on Australia’s economy.

            One more foreign contact came the night of the reunion banquet. There was a lady and her daughter there from France due to an unnamed connection to the First Infantry Division. I ended up in the bathroom with her when we both took a break. Odd, huh?

            I know that God doesn’t waste anything, so now I am left wondering what He is trying to tell me through ten international incidents in five days.

Stay tuned for parts two and three of the adventure where I’ll introduce you to the heroes I met and tell you their stories. In the meantime, any thoughts on the meaning of my international encounters would be helpful.

Have a joy-filled day-

Cathy   

Paristhe capitol and the largest city of France. Paris is one of the world's leading business and cultural centers, and one of the world's major global cities.

Lebanon - a country in the East Mediterranean bordered by Syria to the north and east, and Israel to the south. Lebanon was the home of the Phoenicians, a maritime culture that flourished for nearly 2,500 years (3000–539 BC)

Sparta - a prominent city-state in ancient Greece, situated on the banks of the River Eurotas in Laconia, in south-eastern Peloponnese.  It emerged as a political entity with military pre-eminence.
Ancient Carthage - a Semitic civilization centered on the Phoenician city-state of Carthage, located in North Africa on the Gulf of Tunis, outside what is now Tunis, Tunisia. It was founded in 814 BC. At the height of the city's prominence, its influence extended over most of the western Mediterranean. Carthage was in a constant state of struggle with the Roman Republic, which led to a series of conflicts known as the Punic Wars.

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Clearing a Path Through the Weeds

Welcome to Thursday Thoughts. Today I am introducing you to my new friend from Australia, Madeleine Calcutt. Her piece is in response to the premise for this blog space:

          "Welcome to my blog space. I believe that God has carefully placed gems in our paths to fill our days with joy. The challenge for us is to take the time to notice them. My desire is to share the gems in my life so that, hopefully, you will see the ones He's placed in yours. I hope that what you read here will be worth your time and that you'll return often." - Cathy

Clearing a Path Through the Weeds
The finding of God's gems is a challenge.  It can be like the seed being thrown into thorns and weeds and it dies.  For some of us, the challenge is clearing a path through the weeds of negative reactions to bad things that happen throughout life; through the weeds of anxiety, doubt, depression and despair.  Our challenge is to find a way through all this. 

Jesus says He is the Way.  We must pick up our cross and follow Him.  We need all the encouragement we can get here in this world to overcome the obstacles the enemy puts in our way. Then we can be over-comers, and find God's gems of joy and peace.  Through the floods, through the fire, He is there with us.

Scriptures, God’s gems, that inspired the writing of this piece:
Luke 8: 14 (the parable of sowing the seed – God’s Word)
‘Now, the ones that fell among thorns are those who, when they have heard, go out and are choked with cares . . .’
John 14:16 (said to Thomas, the doubter)
‘Jesus said to him, ‘I am the way, the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.’
Mark 8:34
‘Jesus said, ‘Whoever decides to come after Me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow Me’.
Isaiah 43:2
‘When you pass through the waters I will be with you . . . when you walk through the fire you shall not get burned.’
Revelation 21:4
‘He who overcomes shall inherit all things, and I will be his God and he shall be My son.’

(All Scriptures from the New King James version of the bible)


Madeleine is a freelance writer, editor and author of fiction books for children, teens and adults. Her children/young adult fiction is based on events in Australia’s history. Look for ‘All Aboard!: Jenny’s Story of the Mayflower Voyage” published in 2011. Madeleine lives in Victoria, Australia and you can find her on Facebook,  LinkedIn, and Amazon. 

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