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From: "Mary Ellen Grisham" <meginrose@...>
Date: Thu, 3 Nov 2005 14:21:42 -0600
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Table of Contents

1) Mary-Ellen's Note

2) Devotion

3) Personal Experience Meditation

4) Poetry

5) Timely Feature 

6) Thoughtful poetry - speaking of feasts

7) This n' That

8) Prayer Request

9) Light Moments

10) Closing Words

ISSN#:  1528-9605


1) Mary-Ellen's Note

When the trials and tribulations of Revelations are almost over, the servants of God are invited to praise Him.  The defeat of Satan is imminent, and the righteous are being called to rejoice.  They are invited to the marriage supper of the Lamb.

In Revelations 19, we find the following text:

"'Praise our God, all you his servants,
you who fear him small and great.'

Then I heard what seemed to be the voice of a great multitude, like the sound of many waters and like the sound of mighty thunderpeals, crying,

'Hallelujah! For the Lord our God the Almighty reigns.
Let us rejoice and exult and give him the glory,
for the marriage of the Lamb has come,
and his Bride has made herself ready;
it was granted her to be clothed with fine linen, bright and pure'--
for the fine linen is the righteous deeds of the saints.

And the angel said to me, 'Write this: Blessed are those who are invited
to the marriage supper of the Lamb.'"

Revelations 19: 5b-9a Revised Standard Version

As the disciple John writes the words the angel gives him, we realize that the saints, the Body of Christ, His church on earth, those redeemed in the Lord are being invited to a great celebration--one in honor of the faithful followers of Jesus.

This celebration, this joyous feast, is one we do not want to miss.  The supreme joy of the new heaven and earth is about to be revealed.  God's heavenly city, the new Jerusalem, will descend, lit by the light of God's glory and love.  This scene of victory and joy is heralded by the second coming of Jesus.

As I read these words in Revelations, I am reminded a little of our holiday feasts, especially those that are times of prayer, praise, and thanksgiving.  Perhaps these genuine times of fellowship and worship, of rejoicing and feasting are a foreshadowing of the great joy to come in the Kingdom of the Lamb, where the spiritual food will satisfy for all eternity.   


2) Devotion

Scattering Seeds
By Betty King 
                     All who come to Him feast on His bounty
 "Let them give thanks to the LORD for his unfailing love and his wonderful 
deeds for men, for he satisfies the thirsty and fills the hungry with good 
things." Psalm 107: 8-9 (NIV)
Thanksgiving finds the dinning room table overflowing with a vast array of 
hearty cuisine as the family gathers around to feed on the bounty and give 
thanks for another year of blessings.
Turkey and cornbread dressing compete with the aromas of other traditional 
family recipes, as conversation vies for a place at the table. Utensils, like 
shovels and rakes in the hands of a work crew, labor with ravish fervor as more 
than the turkey's cavity is filled. 
Ice clinking in glasses signals grandma's pitcher is needed. She pours a 
continuous supply of tea, as if from a bottomless well, quenching the thirst of 
each loving descendant, filling them with the liquid sweetness.
The table, set in its grandest finery, soon looks like a heap of leftovers. The dog, 
part of the family, yet scarcely noticed by preoccupied humans, pleads his share 
of morsels before the cleaning crew descends scraping, stacking, and washing 
"Sunday's best" china.
Though ballooned-up like a helium pilgrim display, everyone selects his 
favorites among the vast array of pies. The usual pumpkin, pecan, cherry, and 
even cream pies with egg whites, whipped into snow like mountains, tempt  
the most loyal dieting enthusiast. Cake-lovers yield to swirls of chocolate 
icing, temptation disintegrating like cake left in crumbles on dessert plates. 
A narrative of blessings is passed around the table, like yeast raised hot 
rolls, by each family member, satisfying the need to give thanks to God for 
His unfailing love and care.  Tears are wiped from an occasional eye. 
Being thankful for God's gifts makes all in attendance realize that more than 
stomachs need to be filled as life is lived through the year.
God supplies living water that can quench thirst, not just on Sundays or 
Holidays, but throughout the year, a spring of water welling up, giving eternal 
life. Those who search after Christ, He who can feed their hunger, will be 
filled with righteousness. All who are gathered realize there are both physical and 
spiritual needs, and they thank God for His provisions.
The Word of God is a continual feast, a harvest needed to fill those who 
desire a daily banquet, food that is necessary to sustain a righteous life. The 
family acknowledges these facts as they read a passage of scripture. 
The day comes to an end; another family Thanksgiving Day passes; God 
provides another season and the assurance of an eternal celebration. 
Prayer: God, may this nation's homes be filled this Thanksgiving, and 
everyday throughout the year, with family members who pause to be thankful, 
not just for physical food and provisions, but spiritual nourishment that feeds the 
soul and provides eternal life.

(c)2005 Betty King
Betty King is the author of two books, It Takes two Mountains to Make a 
Valley and But - It Was in the Valleys I Grew. Visit her website at 
or email her at 


3) Personal Experience Meditation

For Granted
By Kathy Anne Harris

So many things I have taken for granted. "The Merriam-Webster
Dictionary" definition: 2: something granted; esp: a gift for a
particular purpose. 

I looked that up this evening. It is the first time I've ever wondered 
what the meaning of that word "granted" in the term "take for granted" 

I looked it up in "Webster's Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the
English Language" and found a more in-depth definition: 6. take for
granted, a. to accept without question or objection; assume. b. to
use, accept, or treat in a careless or indifferent manner.

Boy, that second set of definitions about said it all for me. Defined
my attitude to a tee. It has always been easy to live that way--accepting 
without questions, assume, accept in a careless or indifferent manner.

It has not always been that extreme for me throughout the years, though. 
I have always appreciated and treasured any time spent in the mountains,
moments when critters of all kind shared part of their lives with me,
the holidays, grandma and grandpa, books.

I learned that certain things I had assumed would always be a part of
my life could be taken away. The love of a father and grandfather,
through disease. The presence of a devoted, accepting, loving pet by
old age. The dedication and companionship of a friend, by an auto

Yet, from the blindness of youth, I failed to see that, as the years
passed, my skin was losing the supple glow of the young. My eyes, the
vision that allowed me to read things that my parents could not. The
agility and limberness that allowed me to play and fall--that made it
possible for me to bang into and bounce off of furniture and walls and
the hard ground and only cry about it if someone witnessed my

I lost that childlike vision that opened the world to the joy of
giggles, the wonder of a baby bird, the excitement of my first trip to
Disneyland, and the delight in anticipating the arrival of Santa. It
was my heart's sight that allowed me to observe the world around me
with an open mind, and the people in my sphere of existence as people
I could trust--I never knew a stranger.

Somewhere between childhood naivete and the assumed maturity of young
adulthood, I shed the ability to recall the miraculous, to trust, and
to accept. As a person of "age," I began to take for granted, more and
more, important things in life. Mortality, on a personal level, would
not affect me. Disease was a destiny for others, but not in my world.
Getting older... Getting gray... Getting rickety did not apply to me.
Stairs and mountainsides, sand dunes and carnival rides would never
seem insurmountable to me. My legs would not give out. My stamina
would be forever youthful. I could always ride the tummy-tossing
roller-coasters and whirling dervishes and never get sick.

The sun was my friend, the snow my playmate, and never would I have
thought to fear them. The summer breeze at sunset would bring with it
the scent of fresh-washed gingham, Breck shampoo in still-damp hair,
and an air of romance--those magical moments would be mine, forever.

But forever suddenly becomes yesterday. And time hurtles on. The more
complicated life and the world becomes, . . . the more simple
experiences and moments give me the most pleasure. Regaining my
childlike wonderment gives my older eyes renewed vision. The best
sight, really. A melding of past and present shapes my vision of the
future. I have three angles to see through, and the clarity has never
been better.

It is all a gift, for a particular purpose, as the dictionary defined.

Thank you Lord for knocking me low enough that I could see everything,
when looking up.

(c) 2005 by Kathy Anne Harris


4) Poetry

The Dawn Awakes 
By Elizabeth Nisperos
The beam of the early morning 
peeks through the windows, pulsating 
on the couch, cat still dreaming.

The daisy drooping petals 
shakes the dews from her lips 
of white, red, yellow bouquet.

The earthworm smells the coffee grounds 
as the baker puts bread on the oven 
and his dough rises. The dawn awakes.

The mother peeks at her newborn 
asleep on the cradle, a tiny hand moves; 
her husband snoring on the bed 
has snow on the sides of his mouth.

The songbird flaps her wings 
signaling her birdies to open their eyes 
to make squeaking sounds for 
the leaves to photosynthesize.

May the dawn awake, always it shall,  
with the courage in its heart to let a glow 
into the morning sun.
Heaven has 
                 heard a prayer.
(c)2004 Elizabeth Nisperos


5) Timely Feature

-November 13, 2005
By Ivie Bozeman

More than one hundred thousand churches of all denominations, in over one hundred thirty nations, will devote a November Sunday to prayer for persecuted Christians.

Statistics tell us that nearly one hundred million Christians were martyred for their faith during the twentieth century.  These statistics show that more Christians died for their faith during the last century than the previous nineteen centuries combined.  The facts show that more Christians died for their faith than soldiers for their countries.

Persecution of Christians began shortly after Pentecost.  About this time, King Herod laid violent hands upon some who belonged to the church.  Acts 12:1 states, "He had James, the brother of John, killed with the sword."  James was one of Jesus' apostles.  Herod next had Peter arrested and thrown into prison.  Herod, as a representative of Rome held the real power to persecute.

Steven was killed by mob action.  After watching this event, the Apostle Paul gained permission to persecute the Christians and was on his way to do so when Jesus appeared to him on the Damascus Road

Eugene Peterson says they had a choice to make--the way of Herod or the way of Jesus. Jesus is still known today while only historians know Herod.  Jesus chose to work on the margins of society.  Herod spent his time and energy with the wealthy and powerful.  Herod showed his power in buildings and monuments.  Such things never impressed Jesus; instead, he announced a kingdom and rule of God.

The early church was a praying church.  We are told that Peter's church was in prayer for him when the angel appeared in Acts 12:7 releasing him from prison.  Surely the church prayed for James also.  Only God in his great wisdom knows why Peter was released and James was killed.  This describes to us Christians today what can be done for those being persecuted today.  Christians can pray.  God is powerful enough to change governments, and He can give strength to people facing persecution. History shows that the times that the church grew the fastest were also the times when Christians were most persecuted.

Philip Jenkins, in his book The Next Christendom, says that the greatest growth in the Christian church in the present is taking place in Africa, South America and parts of Asia.  In spite of years of persecution, the church in China is huge and growing.  The church in Sudan is the fastest growing in any Muslim country.

Tertullian stated in the second century: "The blood of the martyrs is the seeds of the church."

We can get information on persecution of Christians by consulting the following websites:  Christian Freedom International, Christian Solidarity Worldwide and Open Doors International.

Information on "The International Day of Prayer" for the persecuted church can be found at the website www.persecutedchurch.org

We can remember in prayer those Christians not as fortunate as we are.  In America, we don't know what it means to suffer for our faith.  Let us pray for those less fortunate.

(c)2005 Ivie Bozeman


6) Thoughtful poetry  - speaking of feasts

As we approach Thanksgiving and the Christmas holidays, many cooks are thankful for their old family recipes, their recipe card files, or their hefty cooking books.  Betty's semi-humorous poem reminds us of the meaning of the seasons...or perhaps even "the seasonings."

By Elizabeth Pearson 

'Tho some, from memory, or creative thought 
Can produce a delectable dish, 
Such expertise does not belong to me --  
For such talent I can only wish! 

To make sure that what I attempt to make, 
Is acceptable for someone to eat, 
I must follow a recipe, step by step -- 
One that's already been proven a treat. 

I must know the ingredients to include 
And how much of each is needed. 
What a catastrophe I would produce 
If each direction is not carefully heeded. 

How important each measurement 
And the order of inclusion -- 
I must not alter any amount 
Lest I become victim of confusion! 

Whether to mix or stir or knead... 
(How thankful I am that I can read!) 
For, when dutifully doing what I am told, 
In my hands the desired result I will hold! 

It's amazing to me how flour and eggs, 
Milk and salt and yeast,  
Can work together to emerge brand new 
As a beautiful, tempting feast! 

God's Word is a precious recipe book! 
With instructions for ev'ry category... 
And, if followed explicitly, 
Will produce lives full of glory! 
How careful we, as Christians, should be 
Not to deviate from any command. 
'Tis then we'll know God's blessing and help 
And become for Him product grand! 

We may need to be "really stirred up" 
Or in a "hot oven" be placed... 
But, be assured, when He finishes with us, 
We'll be a product of His marvelous grace!

(c)2005 Elizabeth Pearson


7) This n' That

Julie Dyer has the Thanksgiving and Christmas cards ready for sale at her 
site, Creative Cards by Julie:  http://julie47441.tripod.com/

I have purchased Thanksgiving cards and am ordering a mixture of four of the Christmas selections.  The pictures available are lovely and the verses inspired.  They are a simple, clean, beautiful tribute to the seasons.

Her over-all site address is as follows:   www.cardsbyjulie.net


8) Prayer Request

Hartson Dowd had surgery this week on Monday, October 31.  Even though the surgery went as planned, he was in a lot of pain and could use our prayers.  He is beginning to make a good recovery, with a return of his joy in living and his infectious sense of humor.  Please remember both Helen and Hart Dowd in your prayers for healing and renewal, strength and courage.


9) Light Moments

Baking A Cake

A little boy is telling his Grandma how "everything" is going
wrong: school, family problems, severe health problems, etc.

Meanwhile, Grandma is baking a cake.

She asks her grandson if he would like a snack, which of course,
he does.

"Here, have some cooking oil."

"Yuck" says the boy.

"How about a couple of raw eggs?"

"Gross, Grandma!"

"Would you like some flour then?  Or maybe baking soda?"

"Grandma, those are all yucky!"

To which Grandma replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by
themselves.  But when they are put together in the right way,
they make a wonderfully delicious cake!

God works the same way.

Many times we wonder why He would let us go through such bad and
difficult times.  But God knows that when He puts these things
all in His order, they always work for good!

We just have to trust Him and eventually they will all make
something wonderful!"

God is Crazy About You.
He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.  He can live anywhere
in the universe, and He chose your heart.

~Author Unknown~

Shared by Hart Dowd  


10) Closing Words

While we are not attempting to do an in-depth analysis or chronology of Revelations, we are hoping to share the joy, the life, the light, the truth, the triumph and victory inherent in the Christian belief, which is frequently quite evident in its feasts and holidays.

We hope you are preparing your minds, hearts, souls, and spirits for the holiday seasons ahead.  May your praise of the Lord be replete with joy!

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Blessings, Mary-Ellen






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