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MARCH FORTH

18 May

By Tim Farmer

 “Be silent, all flesh, before the Lord, for He is aroused from His holy habitation!”  Zechariah 2:13

                        March 4th?                  March 4th!!                  March Forth???

I sat down in my usual spot on the sofa in the light of the morning sunrise thanking God for another glorious day. I was sitting still, pausing to let the sunlight warm my face before opening my daily devotional.  I remembered that Mario Murillo sent out an online invitation to the pastors of California to attend a lunch he was hosting in Manteca, California on March 4th. Today. The event was to pray, heal and encourage the pastors to reopen all of the churches in the state. The response to his invitation was amazing. Instead of a hundred or so, as Mario had anticipated, over a thousand pastors had responded.  I prayed that God would provide all that they would need to make the lunch a success. I thought about how interesting it was that the event was happening on March 4th.  Was that intentional?   There are no accidents.

Many of us have been praying, in hopeful expectation, that today would be a day of a great event in Washington, DC involving our Presidential leaders.  We shall see.  I finished my prayer for the pastors lunch and sat in silence again in the bright sunlight.  This is my daily quiet time with God. Silence. Today’s date was repeated in my mind.  Once. “March 4th.” Silence. I waited. I am learning patience. Then the thought struck me, it wasn’t the date I was hearing, that still small voice was saying “March forth.”

Recently I have been wrestling with my being a disciple. How could I best share my faith and help others to know Jesus?  It was easier 30 years ago when Janet and I were newlyweds and active members of the local Presbyterian Church.  Still energetic in our early 40’s we were involved with several popular ministries at the church.  Janet’s servant heart and smile could light up a room. She was my great encourager, advocate and nudger. She quickly taught me to be courageous with my faith.  

Janet was fearless.  Everyone loved her.  Sadly, Janet went home to be with Jesus early in 2018.  The last few years of Janet’s life were very difficult. Chronic pain in many areas of her body made it difficult to sit in church.  She stopped attending.  After a while I attended less as her condition became worse, then I became a “sometimer.” To say I miss her is an understatement. Now, I believe she shines brighter in Heaven than she did on earth.  

While making plans for her memorial with our senior pastor,  I made a promise to return to Sunday worship.  Even though I aimed the promise at my pastor, it was really to my Lord and Savior. 

Fast forward to 2020 and Covid-19.  Just before the quarantine began, I had started weekly sessions with a Christian counselor in Pasadena to help me in coping with depression and Janet’s  passing.  Before the second session the quarantine went into effect, so our sessions were on Zoom.  Attending church and bible study were also conducted on Zoom.  Better than nothing, however the fellowship is not the same. 

The tender greetings and the hugs of encouragement were gone.  But God found a way.   Not being able to go to work actually became a blessing. A huge blessing. This alone time gave me the desire to be in the Word, study the Bible, connect with old friends on social media, and fellowship with Believers.

My mid-week Bible study was helping boost my confidence, as was my alone time with the Lord in the mornings. During the days I couldn’t get motivated.  Tired and frustrated with myself I became lazy and watched too much TV. 

November of last year I turned 70.  I have had a very active lifestyle during my adult years but being static during the lockdown has added to new physical issues. My motor skills were declining. What had been easy was now difficult. Alone, without Janet, I have become less confident in my actions. I am too worried about making mistakes.  I feel ill equipped for the many tasks that used to be second nature to me. The idea and responsibility of discipleship seems daunting, overwhelming, and unreachable.  It has been hard enough trying to get through each day. I needed motivation, accountability, a task, a project to build, something! Then a friend called.  She needed a special box built, something small that could hold a Laptop, and a way for it to adjust to different heights.

After the call ended I thought it would be a fun little project. I knew the materials I needed were at work.  All I had to do was start; and I did. Less than a week went by, still incomplete but usable. I took it to my friend’s apartment, so that she could try it out and see if there were any improvements that I might need to add. She ended up keeping the box for two weeks, it was working great! I went over to pick it up and brought it back to the shop.  All I had to do was add some handles and put a clear finish on it, then return it.  She was very happy.  So was I.    

Those few hours working on that little box gave me a purpose. I prayed about that purpose for days. Several other projects popped up that I was able to complete. The old juices were flowing.  My  friend Ken would say, “Tim, you’re in the flow.”  But I recognized something different about this; Jesus was in it.  He was always there but my eyes were now open to see it.  And, this morning my ears had opened to hear Him again -“March forth.”

My devotional book belonged to Janet. I use it every morning and treasure the little notes that she had written along the edges of the pages. Today’s devotion had two scripture references, the first was Luke 12:25-26.  In my rush to get to the passage in my bible I started reading at Luke 11:5, then realizing my mistake I decided to read both chapters in sequence.  The teaching of Jesus in these chapters had greater significance for me than ever before.  After reading it again I believe that “March forth” was my special encouragement from God. It was for me to step out in faith; to stop being fearful of making a mistake or looking the fool.  It might even be a trumpet call to the masses.  I don’t know for sure, but I am certain it is mine.  

Perhaps I am to join with those better equipped than I as they “March forth.”  There may never be a more important time in history to do exactly that. It is time for me to step up, join the battle line and become a soldier for Christ.

I treasure the time Janet and I spent together.  Our meeting was a miracle unto itself,  but that is another story.  I know we will be together again. Love lasts forever. Today I will March Forth for both of us.

MARCH FORTH and ALL GLORY BE TO GOD.

March Forth!  How Great Thou Art Lord!

Tolstoy Would Be Happy

24 Apr

By Linda Halfpop – Guest Writer

The one who gets wisdom loves life; the one who cherishes understanding will soon prosper.” Proverbs 19:8

The other day during ELA class, we were having what we call a Jigsaw interaction with the students where they break into groups and collaborate their work. This particular exercise was to tell each other about a true story they each had just read in short story form. This is how students learn to comprehend what they are reading and then explain or summarize it to others. Each participant had different stories so they were not explaining the same story to their group.

While roaming the room and listening intently to their conversation, I happened upon a book on one of the desks. It was “War and Peace” by Leo Tolstoy. I stopped in mid-walk and picked it up, “Who is reading this?” I asked. One girl raised her hand and all I could do was look at her. I probably should have genuflected!

These are 6th graders, not high school or college students. This particular book is required reading in at least high school or college. I read it as a junior in high school…all 1,225 pages that I agonized through one summer.

I walked over to this child and proceeded to interview her:

Me: “You really are reading this?”

Student: “Yes, Mrs. Halfpop.”

Me: “Have you read ‘Anna Karenina or Crime and Punishment’ “?

Student: “No, not yet, but they are on my list.”

Me: “Sweetheart are you aware these are usually required reading in at least high school level?”

Student: “Yes Mrs. Halfpop, I wanted to get ahead of it so that I would have a start once I reach high school.”

Me: “Okay, might I suggest you google the summary of this book first so that you can follow along with the storyline since it involves 5 families and over 580 characters that populate this story.”

Student: “Yes, I know, it’s the second time around that I am reading it.”

Note: This book has been called “One of Humanities greatest Treasures”, and involves 5 families against a background of Napoleon’s invasion of Russia. This is heavy reading. This child is in 6th grade…

Don’t let anyone tell you that the present generation is not up to par or able to do great things in their future. I am surrounded by tiny Einstein’s and enjoying every moment of it!

The Broken Road

22 Apr

By Linda Halfpop – Guest Writer

“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18

How do you get over the death of your child? You don’t. It’s a sharp gravel road you walk on with bare feet every day, it’s a long road and it always hurts. Eventually, the rocks that cut you like knives become worn down, they don’t cut you as much but they impede your movements. A part of you feels lost and dead, it’s love with no place to go anymore. You don’t seem to be able to live, you feel like your camping in the world not living anymore.

On what or who can you cling to so that you don’t go under?

I have learned that when someone dear to you is experiencing this pain you must listen to their heart when they want to talk and unload things. Let them speak. Their world has spun out of control, don’t vacate them, their world has stopped and they can’t understand why the rest of the world keeps going on as usual. Stay behind with them.

I am not writing this to bring the reader down, my purpose is to put something into perspective that has never happened to me but is now being experienced by a dear friend of mine.

Bea lives in Florida in the same town we were stationed at together as young Air Force wives over forty years ago. Her two sons and my two daughters played together as children. When we met, we discovered that our fathers had been friends in Trenton, NJ. To this day we remain best friends even though we have not seen each other for well onto forty years now.

Last week, Bea called to tell me her oldest son Tony had died of a heart attack. He was only fifty five years old. He left a wife and four children. It wasn’t the same Bea on the other end of that phone line, she was without expression, without color to her voice. I listened in my own state of shock, trying to digest what she was telling me, but as she spoke, it was like she was giving dictation. What could I do? Nothing.

I call and leave messages stating that I was calling just to talk, I will send weekly letters and notes to her, I will even send a care package packed with things she likes or even lotions and scents to create a sense of serenity. That’s all I can seem to think of to do for her pain. I won’t vacate, I’ll keep the dialog moving between us.

I don’t know when her wounded feet will be able to move on the road without that slicing pain, I just know I will not vacate.

Today you will be blessed with this piece by guest author Linda Halfpop. Please encourage her!