A Father's Call

Thursday, January 31, 2008

My Journey to Salvation

On Wednesday January 30 we had the opportunity to gather once again at the Krasson's for a night of fellowship and ministry. The topic for the evening was understanding the empty space that is in each one of us, which we try tirelessly to fill. Some refer to it as a "hole" that we are constantly pouring things into, unfortunately for some that hole seems bottomless and never does get filled. The things that we fill it with depend on each of our individual desires, for some it is a new car, or a nicer house. For others it may be smaller items that we can more easily obtain, such as a new television, you know the big flat screen or perhaps it is just a night out with the guys. Thats it.... "If I could only get away for one night then I will be happy."

The night has ended or a newer bigger better television has just gone on sale, you tell yourself, "I have to have that newer better ............................(you fill in the blank). Then I will be happy.

We all know that at some point everyone suffers from these desires. Some have even learned the truth that material posessions will never fill that "void" which we call a hole. We realize that there is only one thing that can possibly fill that hole to overflowing. That which I am talking about is having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ and accepting him as your personal Savior. Building on that relationship will not only fill that void in your life, but heap blessings upon that which seemed impossible.

In our meeting we began a series which was titled My Journey to Salvation. It is the testimony of Adolf Coors IV and how he learned that the void in his life could not be filled by anything other that building an active personal relationship with Jesus Christ.

Mr. Coors testimony is very compelling and we will be continuing the series on Wednesday February 6, at the Krasson residence at 6:30. Again I would like to thank Joe and Becky Krasson for opening up their home to our meetings.

I have had the opportunity to be encouraged by the following story. This represents how we as Christians should build up and encourage everyone we come in contact with.

Two Men In A Hospital

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The otherman had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. And every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and Swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color of the rainbow. Grand old trees graced the landscape, and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. Slowly, painfully,he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the world outside. Finally, he would have the joy of seeing it for himself. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.

"Epilogue. . .There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled. If you want to feel rich, just Count all of the things you have that money can't buy.

"Today is a gift, that's why it is called thepresent."

Thank You for taking the time to share in my thoughts.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

Cherry Street Bible Church Men's Ministry

Recently, We have been holding meetings on Wednesday Nights to develop our Men's ministry at the Cherry Street Bible Church. Jesus has blessed this ministry by prodding the hearts of 10 men to take time out of their busy schedules to come together and build up and encourage one another. We are blessed with men of different ages to help glean wisdom and understanding from the experience of others. I thank Jesus for this opportunity to learn from others who love the Lord.

I have been reading inspirational messages that have been posted on the net and found this one very encouraging. The title is;

Letter To Death-Row Inmate

A letter written to a person on death row by the father of the man whom the person on death row had killed:

You are probably surprised that I, of all people, am writing a letter to you, but I ask you to read it in its entirety and consider its request seriously. As the father of the man whom you took part in murdering, I have something very important to say to you.

I forgive you.

With all my heart, I forgive you. I realize it may be hard for you to believe, but I really do. At your trial, when you confessed to your part in the events that cost my son his life and asked for my forgiveness, I immediately granted you that forgiving love from my heart.

I can only hope you believe me and will accept my forgiveness. But this is not all I have to say to you. I want to make you an offer: I want you to become my adopted child. You see, my son who died was my only child, and I now want to share my life with you and leave my riches to you.

This may not make sense to you or anyone else, but I believe you are worth the offer.

I have arranged matters so that if you will receive my offer of forgiveness, not only will you be pardoned for your crime, but you also will be set free from your imprisonment, and your sentence of death will be dismissed. At that point, you will become my adopted child and heir to all my riches.

I realize this is a risky offer for me to make to you -- you might be tempted to reject my offer completely -- but I make it to you without reservation. Also, I realize it may seem foolish to make such an offer to one who cost my son his life, but I have a great love and an unchangeable forgiveness in my heart for you.

Finally, you may be concerned that once you accept my offer you may do something to cause you to be denied your rights as an heir to my wealth. Nothing could be further from the truth. If I can forgive you for your part in my son's death, I can forgive you for anything. I know you never will be perfect, but you do not have to be perfect to receive my offer.

Besides, I believe that once you have accepted my offer and begin to experience the riches that will come to you from me, that your primary(though not always) response will be gratitude and loyalty. Some would call me foolish for my offer to you, but I wish for you to call me your Father.


I was blessed to find this posting at the following address;


If you have a moment and need encouragement or a new look at the gift you have been given, it is worth the read. But I warn you, keep a tissue handy.

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