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Why Can't I Say "NO"!

Everywhere I travel I meet them--little helpers, eager to "Bless the Minister". They mean well, but sometimes what they are offering to do is better left undone.

You ought to let me cut and highlight your hair." I heard the voice over my shoulder. When I turned around, my eyes had to look down about two feet to find the source of the offer, one that came with a long, Southern drawl.

"Hi, my name is Hepsiba. (That's in the Bible.) I do hair. I do pastor's hair, associate minister Calvin's hair and administrator-apostle Johnson's hair. Now he's actually bald, but I put a thick, all-natural beeswax with Retin-A™ on his hair, and then I pull it through a rice paper sorta hat. read more

God's Paratroopers

Like an elite rescue squad, we have the privilege of partnering with God in ushering to safety those who will perish without Him.


I was once told by a paratroop instructor that there are four important commands given to the parachutists before every jump: (1) attention, (2) stand in the door, (3) look up, and (4) follow me!

Thinking of these commands, I am reminded that Jesus is preparing men and women for the new heaven and the new earth, and He has given His co-workers the same orders that the parachutists receive. The apostle Paul wrote: "Servants, be obedient to them that are your masters" (Eph. 6:5, KJV). Our task is not to give God His instructions. Rather, we must report for duty. read more

Zilpha Elaw

Nineteenth Century Revivalist

One day while milking a cow, Zilpha saw Jesus walking toward her. He appeared to say, "Thy prayer is accepted; I own thy name." Zilpha first thought she was seeing things; but when the cow looked in the same direction, bent its front legs and lowered its head to the ground, she knew the Lord had come to answer her prayer.

Zilpha was born free to religious parents in Pennsylvania around 1790. Her mother died when she was 12 years old, and her father sent her to live with a Quaker family. He died a year and a half later. read more

Yoo Hoo, I Have A Question

Years ago, toward the end of the hippie movement, my husband and I used to arrive with our toddler, Gail, at her prekindergarten class about the same time each Sunday morning. Almost simultaneously, a bearded young man with very long, flowing hair would deposit his young daughter, Tammy.

My husband, Tom, and I were taken aback more than once by how much Tammy's dad resembled the artist's rendition of Jesus that hung on the Sunday school wall. We sometimes couldn't help remarking to each other about it.

After our couples' Sunday school class concluded one Sunday, I went to pick up Gail as usual. Hurrying to the door, her teacher apologized, "I'm sorry, but during playtime just now, your little Gail and Tammy got into a scrap." read more

Was That a Compliment.

Just before the holiday season our family traveled out of state to attend an interdenominational charismatic conference. My 3-year-old grandson, Christian, accompanied us, and when he saw me the first morning dressed in a new winter outfit, he was wide-eyed with delight and especially impressed with my red shoes.

Looking down at them and then at me, Christian exclaimed the words that blessed this grandmother's heart, "Oh Grammy, you look soooo pretty! You look just like a clown!"

High praise indeed from a 3-year-old!

--Cynthia Duerfeldt read more

Wheels Around the World

Laurie Malaby had worked with disabled children in the United States for many years. But she never dreamed God would use her to bring new freedom to children overseas.

Laurie Malaby dialed the number on the business card she had been given earlier that week, never dreaming that a single telephone conversation would open the door to a life-changing experience. Trained as a pediatric physical therapist, Laurie had worked with disabled children in the United States for many years.

As part of her job with Wicomico County Public Schools in Salisbury, Maryland, Laurie often places orders for new wheelchairs when her students outgrow them. "In my profession, we can't bear to see perfectly good equipment discarded," Laurie says. "So I began storing these used wheelchairs in the basement of my school, thinking there had to be someone who could recycle them." read more

Walking In The Light

JENNIFER ROTHSCHILD'S LIFE BEARS WITNESS TO GOD'S DESIRE FOR EVERY WOMAN TO BE AN OVERCOMER.


From the outside, the Rothschild residence seems to be the quintessential middle-class home nestled beneath the shade trees of a typical Midwestern suburb. The freshly cut lawn gently slopes down to the curb on which a bicycle casually rests.

Parked in the driveway is the all-American family-sized utility vehicle awaiting the next trek to the nearby high school soccer field or the local farmers market. Little would anyone imagine that within the traditional brick walls of this home (in the basement study, to be exact) lies the control center for the ministries of Christian author, singer, songwriter and inspirational speaker Jennifer Rothschild. read more

Yes, Lord?


While standing at the kitchen sink one day, I suddenly became aware of the Lord's presence. Pausing to acknowledge Him, I whispered, "Yes, Lord?"

He said, "You must go uptown…now."

"But, Lord," I began, then answered, "Yes, Lord." read more

Turning Pain Into Purpose

Paula Yorker's family secret could have been her undoing. Instead, it became the basis for her highly effective brand of compassionate and relevant evangelism.


LIKE MOST MOMS, Paula Yorker spends much of her day handling routine responsibilities: running errands, cleaning house and shuttling her 14-year-old to after-school activities. What's not so typical is how the attractive, soft-spoken 43-year-old spends her free time: witnessing to drug dealers, ministering to prison inmates and heading up outreaches in inner-city neighborhoods.

"I love church," Paula says, "but I'd rather be outside, sharing the gospel and love of Christ, versus sitting in a pew, hearing the Word of God and doing nothing with it!" read more

Captured But Not Crushed

When terrorists took me and my husband hostage—and killed him after 376 days—I learned to love my enemies.


A few short years ago, I was perfectly content to live in a small barrio in the Philippines with my jungle-pilot husband, Martin, and my three children. My daily tasks at that time were simple:

  • Keep Martin going so he could fly for our co-workers who labored in the tribal areas
  • Home school our kids so we wouldn't have to send them to boarding school, which was several days' travel away
  • Provide meals and housing for visitors and colleagues who passed through our area. read more

  • Wounds That Heal

    After nine years of what I thought was a solid Christian marriage, I was confronted with the first of my husband, Wayne's, two adulterous affairs. Having been raised in a pastor's home, I couldn't comprehend why this was happening.

    I had confided in a fellow church member—a friend I trusted. Unfortunately, the story of my husband's unfaithfulness began to spread throughout the congregation. I wondered how I would be able to heal. Feeling as though my world and my marriage were in shreds, I turned my grief inward.

    I did not know how I could ever trust my husband again. I forgave over time, but forgiveness doesn't make us forget. However, as we forgive and begin to heal within ourselves, the pain lessens. read more

    How Much for this Girl?

    Slavery was outlawed in America, but in lands where ther is only minimal exposure to christianity, women and girls are bought and sold every day.

    Calcutta, India, has the lowest standard of urban living on the planet--and it's no wonder. Calcutta is named after Kali, the goddess of destruction, the most feared and most loved of Hinduism's 300 million gods.

    In Women of the 10/40 Window, Lorry Lutz describes the statue of Kali that stands in a temple in Calcutta. The statue wears a garland of skulls and serpents. Her four arms hold an axe, a trident and a severed human head. Blood flows from her tongue as she stands astride the corpse of her consort, Shiva. Devotees cast garlands at her feet, pleading for her favor and protection. read more

    Finding Destiny In The Wasteland

    AFTER YEARS OF PREPARATION, GOD BIRTHED A CHURCH WHERE THOSE DEEMED UNREACHABLE COULD BE DELIVERED AND CHANGED.


    In 1988 I received a prophetic word that changed my life. I was told, "You will pastor in a neighborhood that has become a waste place. The church building will need a facelift, but God will supernaturally provide for the renovation."

    The prophetess who had come to me went on to tell me that people would travel from around the nation to receive deliverance from spiritual bondage at the church. And she explained how God would physically and spiritually restore the neighborhood nearby. read more

    Will You Believe?

    Three years ago, after a biopsy on my left tonsil, I was diagnosed with cancer. Because of the location of the tumor, my doctor recommended radiation therapy rather than removal.

    If the procedure failed to decrease the size of the tumor, radical, disfiguring surgery was proposed as the next step. According to man's report, there was not much of a choice, but I knew God's Word said, "By His stripes we are healed" (Is. 53:5, NKJV).

    During the radiation treatments, I continued to seek the Lord. Each night I would lie awake and spend hours just listening to Him. read more

    Touching The World From Her Own Backyard

    MYRTLE AMUNDSON DISCOVERED THAT YOU DON'T HAVE TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY TO BE A MISSIONARY. GOD CAN BRING THE WORLD'S UNCHURCHED TO YOU.

    Lord, cause me to hear Your prophetic Word for my life today. And lead me to places and peoples who need to receive that Word--even at the risk of being thought a fool."

    This prayer is tucked inside Myrtle Amundson's Bible. It's part of a list of prayers from The Calling, a book by Brother Andrew, founder of Open Doors ministry, and Myrtle has seen God answer it in her life. In fact, He's given her an unusual calling that enables her to touch many countries of the world without leaving her own backyard. read more

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    There's No Such Thing As Retirement

    AT 80 YEARS OLD, ELEANOR WORKMAN IS STILL FEEDING, HOUSING AND TEACHING HUNDREDS OF ORPHANS IN HAITI.

    Childhood is supposed to be a carefree, idyllic time, a time of making happy memories to cherish and remember throughout life. Not so for the children of Haiti, where most youngsters, even 4- and 5-year-olds, can be found carrying water jugs on their heads, baby-sitting, running errands or cleaning house. Statistics show that in this, the poorest nation in the western hemisphere, about half the children die before age 5 because of starvation, malnutrition or exposure to disease and inclement weather. Many are abandoned by their parents or orphaned and left to roam the streets, begging for food.

    But amid the destitution, political upheaval, voodoo worship and witchcraft that hangs like a heavy, dark cloud over this small island in the West Indies, there is an angel by the name of Eleanor "Mom" Workman who relies on the power of God to save--both physically and spiritually--as many of Haiti's children as possible. read more

    The Wounded Dancer

    "MISS JEANNINE" LACQUEMENT FINDS RESPITE FROM THE PAIN OF A DEBILITATING ILLNESS WHEN SHE TEACHES THE CHILDREN OF FAIRFAX, VIRGINIA, TO WORSHIP THE LORD THROUGH DANCE.

    Agroup of 4- and 5-year-old children stand on the platform moving gently to the music and doing graceful sign language with their hands. They are watching their teacher, Miss Jeannine, who is leading them from the floor.

    As they dance, their faces are lit by an inner light that speaks of a deep intimacy with Jesus. This is liturgical dance at its best--children dancing as an integral part of the service. read more

    Presidential Proclamation--National Day of Prayer

    A PROCLAMATION

    Throughout our history, whether in times of great joy and thanksgiving, or in times of great challenge and uncertainty, Americans have turned to prayer.  In prayer, we have expressed gratitude and humility, sought guidance and forgiveness, and received inspiration and assistance, both in good times and in bad.

     On this day, let us give thanks for the many blessings God has bestowed upon our Nation.  Let us rejoice for the blessing of freedom both to believe and to live our beliefs, and for the many other freedoms and opportunities that bring us together as one Nation.  Let us ask for wisdom, compassion, and discernment of justice as we address the great challenges of our time.

     We are blessed to live in a Nation that counts freedom of conscience and free exercise of religion among its most fundamental principles, thereby ensuring that all people of goodwill may hold and practice their beliefs according to the dictates of their consciences.  Prayer has been a sustaining way for many Americans of diverse faiths to express their most cherished beliefs, and thus we have long deemed it fitting and proper to publicly recognize the importance of prayer on this day across the Nation.

     Let us remember in our thoughts and prayers those suffering from natural disasters in Haiti, Chile, and elsewhere, and the people from those countries and from around the world who have worked tirelessly and selflessly to render aid.  Let us pray for the families of the West Virginia miners, and the people of Poland who so recently and unexpectedly lost many of their beloved leaders. 

    Let us pray for the safety and success of those who have left home to serve in our Armed Forces, putting their lives at risk in order to make the world a safer place.  As we remember them, let us not forget their families and the substantial sacrifices that they make every day. Let us remember the unsung heroes who struggle to build their communities, raise their families, and help their neighbors, for they are the wellspring of our greatness.  Finally, let us remember in our thoughts and prayers those people everywhere who join us in the aspiration for a world that is just, peaceful, free, and respectful of the dignity of every human being.

    NOW, THEREFORE, I, BARACK OBAMA, President of the United States of America, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the Constitution and laws of the United States of America, do hereby proclaim May 6, 2010, as a National Day of Prayer.  I call upon the citizens of our Nation to pray, or otherwise give thanks, in accordance with their own faiths and consciences, for our many freedoms and blessings, and I invite all people of faith to join me in asking for God's continued guidance, grace, and protection as we meet the challenges before us.

    IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this thirtieth day of April, in the year of our Lord two thousand ten, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and thirty-fourth.

    BARACK OBAMA read more

    Where Did He Get That Idea?


    When my children were very young, we had a hamster named Adam. When Adam died the children were heartbroken, so we had a funeral service for him and buried him in the flower garden.

    The next day, I discovered my son, Jason, digging up the dead hamster. Surprised, I asked him, "What are you doing?"

    Jason answered, "I wanted to see if he's gone to heaven yet."
    Judy Fielder read more

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