Month: August 2011
Daniel about age 3, 1989
Of all the twists and turns our lives can take, it is amazing and delightful to see how our paths from the past, can cross…into our future.
When my dad had cancer and was having to take radiation, he had to go to a nursing home supposedly for 6 weeks. We went to visit him the first week and he was so ill at ease and when we left to go home, it just broke my heart to leave him. The second week, he had adjusted and even offered us all a Dr Pepper out of the home’s fridge. It was a little easier to leave him that time but it was still hard.
But that second week, Brother Trent, the preacher at the church where my dad was a member, told them to bring him back home and he and the other members would take turns taking him for treatments every day. It was 60 miles one way, so that was quite a commitment. They brought him home and they did that every day for the remainder of the six weeks. We lived 150 miles away and we are forever grateful for him and those church members. Brother Trent was also with us the day of my dad’s death in August 1978. He died on his birthday on the 15th about 10:00 A.M. Brother Trent made the remark that it would be interesting to know the time of day he was born…73 years earlier…but none of us knew.
I had written an article about my dad in 1977 and it was published in Christian Woman Magazine that year. It was about his struggles in raising three children ages 3-8 all by himself after our mother had died. I gave a copy of it to my dad and watched him wipe away the tears as he read it. I am so glad I wrote it in time for him to read it. But one day he told me that he let Brother Trent read it and he didn’t give it back to him. He had thought that my dad had given it to him. I told him I had another copy and I’d send it to him. Later we found out why Brother Trent had kept it. They read it at Daddy’s funeral.
A few years ago a church member where our grandson was a member while in junior college, told him she knew a girl he needed to meet…(her niece) Somehow they got them together…their love blossomed and grew and they set a date….and at the brunch the day before their wedding, I found out she is Brother Trent’s great-granddaughter. It was just an accident really that I learned that. I was talking with her grandmother and she mentioned the name Trent and her dad. I asked her if that was the same Trent that preached at Hinton, Ok in the early 70’s and she said yes, that was her dad.
It was such a joy to find out that little gem of information..and also Daniel finding that little gem of a mate…and Brother Trent would be happy to know that he has many faithful family members today. Brother Trent…like my dad…was one of the kindest, gentlest persons you would ever meet. I wish Brother Trent and my dad could know of this union. Perhaps they do. :) (The married couple is pictured below.)
The married couple, Shanelle and Daniel
I am so thankful that God gave us memory. Our memories will be (are) so comforting in our old age.
One night right before church started, I was visiting with someone on my left…and I felt someone sit down beside me on my right. Little kids from my Bible class did that often, so I didn’t think too much about it…and I kept talking with the woman on my left,
A woman behind me pecked me on the shoulder (our children’s first grade teacher) and said: “He hasn’t sat by you in a long time.” …meaning when he was a little boy. I looked and it was Wendell. He had come in from Texas and that was the one time that we were not expecting him. Wonderful memory.
Memory about our daughter: One day I was telling her what a woman told me about our two kids and I learned a great lesson from my daughter that day. (Why do young people sometimes have more wisdom than we do???) This woman told me that “your kids grew up just like you trained them.” She was lamenting some of her’s…and when I told my daughter what she had said, she quietly said: “Her’s did too!”
I was “taken aback” when she first said that…but she was right. We are training them one way or another all the time they are growing up. I had never thought of that until she made that statement… But…it is only by God’s grace that our’s did. He defeated us in the things that would have been detrimental to our family and we were too ignorant to know that it would. We praise Him for that! Prayer, prayer, prayer…is the reason!
Wendell and grandson chillin’ out, 2011.
Cara Lynn reading to her nieces and nephew on way to Branson,1988.
He was about four years old and he grinned at me as he peeked around the rows of shirts hanging in the department store. I grinned back at him and he would go over to another position and part the things hanging there and grin again. Much time went by and I was wondering where his mother was. I couldn’t see anyone around that should be responsible for him and eventually I became worried.
After a few more minutes, I became more worried and knowing what can happen to little children. I discreetly moved along with him, pretending to shop. Anyone wanting to kidnap a little child would have had a perfect opportunity to do so. He didn’t seem the least bit afraid of strangers.
He seemed perfectly happy and contented to keep me entertained. I didn’t know how long I could keep this up, before I would need to report it to the management. I could go on and on about parental responsibility…but that’s not my purpose here.
The little boy was evidently lost,but he didn’t even realize it. Finally a woman came and called his name and he ran over to her, grinning from ear to ear and waving goodbye to me.
And I thought….. There are so many people in the world who are lost spiritually and just like that precious little boy, they are not even aware of it. It’s amazing that they can go to bed at night and sleep, not knowing or thinking about, what will be their destination eternally should they not wake up in the morning.
They don’t read the Bible and learn that there is a way to be redeemed. The Bible convicts us of sin and then lovingly….offers a way of escape. Jesus had told His disciples that “…Upon this rock, I will build My church, and the gates of Hades would not prevail against it” That ‘rock’ was the confession that Peter had just made: “Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.” (Matthew 16:16-18)
The book of Acts is a history of the Lord’s church…and it is not a ‘man made’ church as many are today. Its beginning is in Acts, (Acts Chapter 2) and it tells of the responses from the people when they heard the apostles’ preaching.
The rest of the book of Acts is about the church growing and becoming mature. The books of the Bible after Acts is more history of the people who became Christians and some instructions for the church itself.
May we all come to realize that we are lost unless we respond to the One Who created us and wants us all to be redeemed unto Him. He wanted us redeemed so badly that He gave up something very, very, precious to Him in order that justice and mercy might meet together.
Autumn is such a sweet/sad beautiful time of the year. The trees are going dormant, leaves are changing into beautiful colors and other things are dying. Statistics show that more people die in the fall of the year when the sap is going back down in the maple trees. I know in the obituaries in our daily paper for October, November and December, this fact is proven out.
I look at these beautiful trees and the golden leafed ones are breathtakingly beautiful. They look like golden lace among the other trees and I realize that they would not be so beautiful out standing by themselves. They would look more fragile. It is all of them together that makes them so lovely.
We took these pictures of the beautiful colors of the foliage and as we drove along, I thought about the Christian sisters that I have and love so dearly in the church. Standing alone, we would not be as strong, beautiful or as effective as we are in a sisterhood. I think this is why God set the church up as a family. We are brothers and sisters in Christ. None of us were added to His church to stand alone!
-Edna L.Scott Ingram, written after Thanksgiving in 2006.
Our God created us. He loved us so much! But we are not worth anything to Him except for the fact that He seeks ‘true worshippers’ to love and worship Him. John 4:23 “…But the hour cometh, and now is, when the true worshippers shall worship the Father in spirit and in truth: for the Father seeketh such to worship him.” We are totally worthless and even our righteousness to Him….is like filthy rags in His sight. “All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags….” Isaiah 6:4
Why should He love us so much? Enough to let His dear Son die on the cross to balance out our sins? We know it had to take something very precious, but it boggles the human mind! How pure and holy we should try to be because He deems us to be worth something!
God determined before the foundation of the world that Christ would come to earth and live in human form and that His brutal death on a cross would satisfy,in God’s sight,the worst sins that man could do, if man would repent and obey Him and live faithfully unto death. All inhabitants of the earth will worship the beast—all whose names have not been written in the book of life belonging to the Lamb that was slain from the creation of the world. (Revelation 13:8)
You can read the story line of that cross and that love, from Genesis through Revelation. You can read it ALL in a year’s time…reading 3-4 chapters per day…about 15 minutes of your time. It will mightily be worth your time!
HERITAGE OF THE LORD
A child is born and Mom and Dad
Are happy as can be;
And for a while their hearts are turned
To God so gratefully.
The little fingers grip your hand
And the smile just melts your heart.
They want to train him up for God
And now’s the time to start.
Their hearts are touched,
Their plans are made…
“Now you just wait and see!
We’ll train this little one for God,
He’ll be the best that he can be!”
But then forgotten is the Lord
As days turn into years;
And gradually the joy they held
Has turned to bitter tears.
How much gladness can there be
When grown, your girl or boy,
The tears you’ve shed on their behalf
Are mostly tears of joy!
Because you’ve shown to them a God
Who cares for them each day;
And only wants the best for us
Ev’n though we’re made of clay.
So let us please consider
The time when they’ll be grown;
And give to them a life on earth
That leads to a heavenly home.
© Edna L. Ingram
I must admit that I didn’t, usually…but Bobby always did. I love babies and little children dearly, but I usually just kept shopping and trying to remember what I forgot to put on the list. lol Sometimes I thought that he shouldn’t do that so much…..it might strike fear into the heart of the mother, with all that is happening to little ones in our country today. But it never seems to. I guess they are good judges of character.
But…can you imagine Jesus ignoring a child? I can’t! Children have bad days too. That lady pushing the cart may be a baby sitter instead of the mother. They may be with a mother who ignores them a lot. They may be abused children where the only attention they get is when they do something bad. They may be feeling bad. Any number of things can cause grownups or children to be having a bad day.
It may be where you can only give them a smile and a wave of your hand and then…there may be times when the circumstance is where you can talk to them. We can bring joy for a moment and we don’t know just how small an act sometimes might change a person’s life, even a little person…
About a week ago, in Wal-Mart, we paid some attention to a little boy about 2 years old, in a shopping cart. A little while later, we saw him on the other side of the store and he was so cute. He recognized us and started paying us attention. It amazed us and his mother too… He made our day…we hope we made his too!
I have decided, after watching my husband all these times, that I am going to do like him and show every little one I come close to, no matter where it is, some little bit of attention. How about you? Every little child needs to feel important. If more of us did this…what a difference it might make in the life of a little child.