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Jesus replied, "You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand."
"No," said Peter, "you shall never wash my feet."
Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no part with me."
"Then, Lord," Simon Peter replied "not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!" ( John 13:1-9 NIV )

ARTICLES for this Month


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HOW I WISH

When I was guilty of the very same act strong I received no such scolding or heavy attack;
My actions were hasty, unkind - yes, absurd,
Oh, how I wish I could take back each word.

Now long years have passed
But I still regret
How I hurt my girl.

I can see her yet - with tears in her eyes,
And my heart grows sad
If only I'd been a more patient dad.

And every so often, to this very day
My heartache returns in the same old way,
For all of these memories come rushing up
Whenever I see chocolate In a cup.

by Evangelist Phillip Knoche

THINGS OF SILVER AND GOLD

Out of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make.
All that I cherish and hoard away,
After I leave, on this earth must stay.

Though I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on the wall, I must leave it there.
Though I call it mine, and boast its worth,
I must give it up when I leave this earth.

All that I gather, and all that I keep,
I must leave behind when I fall asleep.
And I often wonder what I shall own
In that other life when I pass alone.

What shall they find, and what shall they see,
In the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the Great Judge learn, when my task is through,
That my spirit has gathered some riches, too?
Or shall at last it be mine to find
That all I'd worked for i'd left behind?

by ECHOES '82

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LIVE BY FAITH AND NOT BY FEELINGS

When everything is pleasant and bright
And the things we do turn out just right,
We feel without question that God is real,
For, when we are happy, how good we feel.
But when the tides turn and gone is the song
And misfortune comes and our plans go wrong.
Doubt creeps in and we start to wonder
And our thoughts about God are torn asunder.
For we feel deserted in time of deep stress,
Without God's presence to assure us and bless;
And it is then when our senses are reeling
We realize clearly it's faith and not feeling -
For it takes great faith to patiently wait,
Believing "God comes not too soon or too late."

by Helen Rice

MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR THEE

When sin-stricken, burdened, and weary,
From bondage I longed to be free,
There came to my heart the sweet message:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."

Though tempted and sadly discouraged,
My soul to this refuge will flee,
And rest in the blessed assurance:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."

My bark may be tossed by the tempest
That sweeps o'er the turbulent sea --
A rainbow illumines the darkness:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."

O Lord, I would press on with courage,
Though rugged the pathway may be,
Sustained and upheld by the promise:
"My grace is sufficient for thee."

Soon, soon will the warefare be over,
My Lord face to face I shall see,
And prove, as I dwell in His presence:
His grace was sufficient for me.

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THE MEN IN MY LIFE

A Mary Magdalene? Parodixically, yes! I love men because they are most SPECIAL people in my heart.

They . . .

    Make me laugh in the rain
      Help me shoulder my trouble
        Believe in me
          Bring brightness today and hope for tomorrow
            Have special memories of yesterday
              Have built my dreams into reality

Are my "thanks" I say to God time to time in my heart.

Yes, they are beautiful men in my life.

My two grown-up men (oops! still my babies) are finishing college this year. Charles Ed is Mountain View College yearbook editor and is contemplating to master psychology after his 4- year prep course. He loves reading, arranging music, choir directing, singing and playing sax. Antonee Leo is graduating in business management. He hopes to find work in one of our SDA institutions or missions. He plays the trumpet and is a member of the college band. Basketball is his favorite pastime aside from strolling with some Baywatch beauties in the campus.

Charles, my husband, is a minister who shepherds eight churches in Metro Cag. de Oro, Philippines. He's probably the last Joseph on the Planet Earth. In spite of nth mile distance, between us, our commitment is one another is bly glued because God is our main connection. He's a special creation made by God for me. I thank the good Lord for Him.

My father is now resting in Jesus, but his influence over me is still felt. He had lived an honest life all thoughout his ministry in the lord's work as a denominational treasurer for over 30 years. He, not only balanced the mission book with perfect accuracy, but also matched his interest in music and his family. He was a frustrated, virtuous, who dreamed of playing great violin pieces of Bach and Schubert in great concert halls. When he passed away, the Stradivarius violin was beside him. My Pa . . . my inspiration!

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MY FATHER UP ABOVE

I once knew a pastor,
Who when asked did he serve?
He softly said my Master.
His lips taking on an upward curve.

How do you serve HIM I ask,
Curious to know this Master of his.
The pastor summed it up with, "Whatever he should ask.
I'm in the fishing for men biz."

Do you visit those lonely and sick?
I have been busy with more important stuff ...
He said while giving his lips a quick lick.
Besides dealing with my congregation is tough.

They bicker and fight all the time.
But the youth, they have so much to give.
The sick, lonely, and old are past their prime.
I want to be with the youth feel young, to live!

I thought your Master cares for even the fallen bird?
Listening to a bird singing sounding forlorn.
Some just don't have it, so helping them would be absurd.
You see, I have to separate the wheat from the thorns.

I have to decide whether they're worth my time,
Or is it better to move on to a greater call.
Like taking the youth on a mountain climb.
Those others are already lost after all.

I got up thanking the pastor,
For his time and spiritual in-put was very clear.
I never ever would serve his Master.
That's a promise to myself I hold dear.

My Master loves you no matter what you have done,
Whether a hooker or an alcoholic.
Even if you've broken the commandment's using a gun,
He ALWAYS comes back loaded with a spiritual kick.

He gives me a break and says he'll judge everyone.
That's so thoughtful, to care so much, to LOVE.
He's there for the young, old, sick, or well, whatever needs done.
Yes, I choose My Father Up Above...

by Florence Scharton 3/97

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