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Psalm 119:141-144

The words of Psalm 119:141-144a come to mind, “Though I am lowly and despised, I do not forget your precepts.”
 
The negative reactions and hurtful words of people and their rejection of us can easily block out Truth from our thoughts.
 
But our response must be to go immediately to your Word,
Lord, to find our comfort, perspective, help and direction there. People may not understand us, but you do. We may not understand what’s happening and why, but you do and will help us through it.
 
“Trouble and distress have come upon me, but your commands are my delight.”
 
I must choose to make your commands my delight, Lord, not being comfortable or having freedom from stress, for in the midst of difficulty your Word is sweeter still.
 
Prayer: “Praise you for your great wisdom, love, grace and goodness. We bow before you in worship, O Lord, we lift up your name, we exalt you in your perfection and we surrender our hearts to your love. We then rise up to obey you throughout the day as part of our worship. May you be glorified in our lives today. Amen.”
 
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Psalm 119:143

“Trouble and distress have come upon me, but your commands are my delight.” Psalm 119:143
 
I praise you this morning, Heavenly Father, for you are the Sovereign One, controlling all that goes on, all that comes to me. You hold back the tide of evil, allowing Satan only so much rope, and you use the fury of his attacks to advance your Kingdom.
Some years ago I read of how many thousands in Haiti have come to faith after the great earthquakes of 2010. You used this tragedy to plow the hard and rebellious hearts of people, opening them to hearing Truth and surrendering to you.
 
Suffering is an unavoidable part of life in this sin-warped world; you are the One who allows what suffering comes to us, regulating it according to what we need to grow and give you glory, as well as what we can bear with your grace.
 
In the suffering that comes, you have reasons, you have goals, you have growth, you have privileges for us. And we have the responsibility to flee to you, to turn to your Word, to take up and use your grace, to praise, to rest in you, to embrace what comes as opportunity to bring you glory.
 
I praise you:
• for your wisdom, which is far above our understanding;
• for your grace, which is more than enough;
• for your compassion, which provides all we need;
• for your love, which you pour out on us every moment.
 
I praise you this morning, Heavenly Father, for you are the Sovereign One, controlling all that goes on, all that comes to me. As said, you hold back the tide of evil, allowing Satan only so much rope, and you use the fury of his attacks to advance your Kingdom.
 
Help me to embrace what you allow by offering the sacrifice of praise.
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More Autobio
 
We continued partnering with John on the foundation work. One of his desires was to either set up an orphanage or work through local orphanages, so we made regular visits to some in the city.
 
On one visit, John met a woman outside the orphanage door who said she had brought her three children to put them in the orphanage because she could no longer care for them.
 
On an impulse John said he would take them if she’d sign the papers. She agreed, and John came home with three new children. His wife said she could not handle this responsibility, so John came to us and asked if we would take them in.
 
Unwise as we now see it, at the time we agreed. So our little family suddenly grew from four to seven, as the two girls, nine and seven, and their three-year-old brother, Solomon, moved in.
 
This made for interesting dynamics. These children had experienced little discipline in their lives, didn’t know about the basics of life—they ate with their hands, had never seen a sit-down toilet, and were suddenly thrust into the home of foreigners who spoke very imperfect Turkish.
 
It turned out that their Turkish was also pretty poor; they spoke a different, minority language as their mother tongue.
 
Explaining to those girls why I was disciplining their spoiled little brother proved to be a daunting task. Young Turkish boys are are considered little kings, given anything they want. Solomon’s older sisters wanted to protect him from my attempts to teach him what “no” meant. It was an interesting time.
 
For Josh and Nat, this “live-in language and culture exposure” was a good thing. Nat and Solomon were about the same age, but very contrasting in their looks: Nat very blond, Solomon very dark, our chocolate/vanilla pair. They played well together and became good friends.
 
We also took in a German girl in her twenties who was supposed to help us with our new family additions, but being a rebel, she turned out to be as much trouble as the children!
 
Another idea of John’s was to have the foundation distribute help to poor villagers on the Black Sea coast. Charles had contacts there so it was a natural place to start. In January, the three of us drove up, entered one of the villages, and began giving out used clothes and financial help to those in need.
 
After a few hours of distribution, an army officer and four soldiers appeared and began to ask John questions. In the end the officer decided to take us to the police.
 
John, Charles, and I got into the car, along with two soldiers carrying their loaded rifles and drove to the police station in the nearest city. There we were informed that we were under arrest, the first of a number of times this was to happen to me.
 
We actually spent a pleasant afternoon at the police station drinking lots of tea and giving the policemen English lessons while waiting for some “higher ups” to arrive.
 
The time also proved to be good language study for me. I easily learned a number of new words, including “tutuklandin,” meaning “you have been arrested.”
 
In the end, after John gave his statement, and some of the irate villagers we’d helped came to speak on our behalf, the police decided to let us go.
 
Then I learned two other words the police used to describe the situation: “yanildik” (we were mistaken) and “utandik” (we were embarrassed). That sounded good. Hopefully the authorities could now see that we were doing good and accept our innocence!
 
That night I had trouble sleeping. At first I thought it was from the excitement of the day, and then realized it was from the innumerable cups of strong tea we’d consumed!
 
Picture: Our boys with their new house guests:
 
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The Lord of the Wonderful Word


You are the meaning of life, Lord,
and bestow much through your Word:
light for living,
principles for perception,
wisdom for relationships,
glimpses of the future,
a grasp of history,
a certainty of your presence and
great guidance and protection.
 
Your Word is wonderful, Lord Jesus:
It is living, rich, powerful and deep.
It is sharp to shape us,
gracious to guide us,
kind to comfort us,
enlightening to empower us,
right to reprimand us,
loving to lead us.
 
Your Word is what we need.
In it your character is revealed,
your plan explained,
your wisdom displayed,
your grace demonstrated,
your goodness shown,
your power revealed.
 
In it we can trust,
through it we can believe,
by it we can live.
Praise be to you.
 
Prayer: “We praise you for your tremendous, transforming, trustable Revelation, Lord. Help us to diligently dig in daily, to learn, apply, live and love it to the end. Amen”
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Psalm 91:2

“I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” Psalm 91:2
 
As we come to you and dwell in the refuge of your Word and the Way you have given us,
 
–you shield us from wrong thoughts, wrong desires and wrong perspectives.
–You shield us from what is distracting, destructive and demanding.
–You shield us from what is caustic, competitive and cynical. –You shield us from what is foolish, selfish and unwise.
 
Truly, Lord God, my Triune King, Eternal Ruler, Owner of everything, you are our hope:
 
our only hope;
our huge,
eternal,
almighty,
all-sustaining
and entirely adequate hope.
 
And your Word gives us what we need to nurture and sustain this hope.
 
Praise be you, the God of hope who desires to fill us with all joy and peace, if we will only trust in you, so that our lives may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit (Rom. 15:13).
 
Prayer: “Yes, Lord, may the fragrance of your hope flow out of my life throughout the day and edify all those around me!
 
May praise for the Eternal, Great, Good and Glorious God be the keynote of my life, of my day.
 
Honor be to you, the God of Hope, the God of Protection, the God of Refuge, the God who is our shield! Amen.”
 
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More Cowboy Wisdom

The next morning and John’s ranch, all the soldiers were up as the sun peeked over the horizon and after breakfast, went to work folding up camp, getting ready for the next leg of their trip, a visit to Dodge’s ranch. It wasn’t that far, just an hour’s ride.
 
As they were getting ready, Cody came up to the Captain. “Before we go, do you mind if I pray for this venture? We can’t carry this off in our own strength and cleverness.”
 
“No, go ahead.”
 
Cody bowed his head. “Lord God, Breather of the stars, Spinner of the earth, Bringer of the dawn, we praise you for your unmerited love for us, for redeeming us, your enemies, at great personal cost to yourself. Thank you that you call us into a relationship with yourself, into your Kingdom, into partnership in your great plans.
“Today, Lord, as you know, we are going to see Dodge to try and bring a peaceable solution to this conflict. Go before us, speak to him before we come, prepare his heart. Also, give us wisdom and grace in talking with him. I thank you now for what you will do. Amen.”
 
“Well,” said the Captain, “that was some prayer. It’s like you were talking to a friend.”
 
“That’s true,” said Cody,” Jesus is my friend, but he’s much more than that. He’s the Creator, my Savior, my Master and my King. We do talk every day, so we are on close terms.”
 
“Well” said the Captain, “I think we’ll need all the help we can get! So, thank you.”
By midmorning they topped the rise above Dodge’s ranch, but they had been spotted before that and by the time they swung into the ranch yard, Dodge and a group of his men were waiting for them.
 
“Got Indian trouble?” Dodge asked.
“Hello Mr. Dodge,” said the Captain. “I’m glad to meet you.
No, there is no Indian trouble. We just came for a little chat.”
“Chat?” said Dodge. “What’s there to chat about; and I don’t think you need all these soldiers just to chat with me. And what about this trouble maker, Smith?”
 
“Oh, the soldiers are here to set the tone, Mr. Dodge. How about we have a seat on your porch for this chat. My men will prepare for their noon meal out here in the meantime.” He turned to his troops, “Fall out, set up camp and make your meal.”
 
“Now, Mr. Dodge, shall we?”
 
More Wisdom from the Cowboy
 
Dodge reluctantly turned and led the way to the porch. His men followed to where the girl Cody had seen stood in the doorway.
 
As they came up Dodge said to her, “Go inside, Amy, this is men’s business. Just bring us some coffee.” She glanced at Cody, turned and went quietly inside. He smiled, glad to see this elegant girl again.
 
“I think it would be good for us to talk privately, Mr. Dodge,” said the Captain, “If you’d have your men get back to work, it would be good.”
 
It was obvious that Dodge was not happy with any of this but in the face of the Captain and forty-one soldiers he could do nothing but comply.
 
When they were seated, Amy came out with coffee in tin cups for the three of them, then went back in the house. Cody was sure, however, that she would stay close enough to follow the conversation.
 
Picture: Dodge sitting on his porch (from internet)
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Psalm 119:114

“You are my refuge and my shield; I have put my hope in your word.” Psalm 119:114
 
I praise you that you have made yourself a refuge for us, an escape from self and sin and Satan. In you we can be freed from the senseless, meaningless, randomness of the fallen, unregenerate world—because in you there is meaning and purpose and direction.
 
You are a refuge from the hopelessness, the powerlessness, the futileness of human life.
 
You are a refuge from our own anger, frustration, impotence and self-pity.
 
You are a refuge from the evil of men and devils, from injustice, violence and shame.
 
You are a refuge from fear, anxiety and anguish.
You are a refuge from idol worship, materialism and the tyranny of the urgent.
 
You are a refuge from junk stress, wrong values and short-term thinking.
 
You are a refuge from harmful, self-destructive, caustic behavior.
 
You are a refuge from lust, lying and laziness.
 
You are a refuge from failure, factionalism and favoritism.
 
You are a refuge from all that is negative, sinful and impure. .
 
You shield us from the daily onslaught of Satan and his forces
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In you we are safe, in you we are accepted, in you we are protected.
 
Praise be to you for your powerful, proven provision. You have given us the armor needed to stand. You have offered us power, endurance, guidance and light—all we need to walk in the valley of this fallen world to escape the corruption that comes through evil desires and to be more than conquerors.
 
Help us to take up and use what you have provided every day, all day. Amen.
 
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God’s wonderful working

“Sacrifice thank offerings to God, fulfill your vows to the Most High, and call upon me in the day of trouble; I will deliver you, and you will honor me.”
Psalm 50:14,14
 
In spite of a heavy downpour, I arrived at the Detroit airport in good time for my flight back to CT. After a week of teaching in Texas and another in Detroit, I was ready to get home.
 
At the gate it said the plane was on time; in fact it was sitting right there at the end of the ramp. However, the many thunderstorms of the day had stranded our crew on the runway in Columbus, Ohio for four hours.
 
They finally arrived and we boarded. The pilot then announced that our take off permission had expired and a new one needed to be printed. That took half an hour.
 
Then as we got out on the run way, the pilot stopped and shut off the engines, announcing that we were number 40 in the line to take off, but because of poor weather no planes were being allowed to leave at the moment. Half an hour later the engines started again and we crept to the front of the line and took off.
 
All this time my cell phone was not working for some reason, so during the last wait I borrowed my seatmate’s and called Barbara to tell her of the delays. Unbeknownst to me, she then wisely called the friend who was waiting to pick me up and told him to go home, as it was unclear when or if I would arrive. So when I got to CT more than four hours late, there was no one to meet me.
 
Well, this was a further adventure with Jesus; I prayed for wisdom and borrowed another passenger’s cell phone to call Barbara (there are no more pay phones at the airport!) and she said a neighbor would come to pick me up. Now comes the interesting part.
 
The fellow whose cell phone I’d borrowed came and sat next to me on the bench. His plane to Chicago had been cancelled because of the storms, so he was waiting for a hotel shuttle.
 
In the course of our talk, he told me he had two sons, 6 and 8, both of whom had muscular dystrophy. This meant that by the time they are 10, they will be in wheel chairs, and would have a life expectancy of 25 to 30 years. I asked how he handled that.
 
“At first I was angry with God, but after a couple of years I saw that was not working, so have now turned back to him. I go to church, but don’t get much out of it. I’m not sure how to proceed there.”
 
We then had a wonderful talk about God, salvation and reading Scripture. At the end of our talk he eagerly took a brochure on salvation and then made a very insightful comment.
 
“Now I know why my plane home was cancelled and why your plane was late—that made it possible for us to meet and for you to help me!” Pretty amazing that this seeker recognized this significant “Jesus sighting” in both our lives!
 
The delays and frustrations of our lives are not random and meaningless. God is at work orchestrating events for our protection and growth as well as to provide opportunities to speak into the lives of others.
 
Our praise in the midst of uncertainty prepares our hearts and minds for the chance to be an instrument in God’s hands as we offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving (Psalm 50:23), getting up the shield of faith.
 
Prayer: “Lord, help me to live in the larger reality of your orchestrating power at work within and around me. Help me to offer the sacrifice of thanksgiving for whatever comes, thereby honoring you and opening the way to join you in what you are doing. Amen.”
 
Picture: What this man’s sons were destined for (from the internet)
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Victim, Victor or Vector

“Hear, O LORD, and answer me, for I am poor and needy. Guard my life, for I am devoted to you. You are my God; save your servant who trusts in you.”
Psalm 86:1,2
 
While reading in my journal, I came across notes from a message I heard from the leader of the “Hands of Hur” ministries. He talked about how we can have three reactions to a situation. We can be a victim, a victor or a vector. Joseph in the OT was all three.
 
When he was thrown into the pit by his brothers, he was a victim, focused on “poor me.” Genesis 42:21 says, “…he pleaded with us for his life, but we would not listen”. A victim allows his circumstances and suffering to define him. He has a very narrow, self-centered view of life.
 
A victor has moved beyond that to a trust in God, freeing him to serve more whole-heartedly. When Joseph was working in Potiphar’s house, he was a victor: he gave the right responses and triumphed in each situation, even resisting the temptations of Potiphar’s wife.
 
A victor lets his successes define his life. God is there, but He is not the center of the victor’s existence. Joseph told Potiphar’s wife that everything was in his hands, that he was the greatest in the house and, by the way, that he was obeying God (Gen. 39:8,9). The focus was on himself and his accomplishments, not on God. This continued while he was in prison, as he told the other prisoners how he could interpret dreams rather than giving God credit.
 
However, when he stood before Pharaoh, Joseph had become a vector, an arrow pointing the way to the True Victor. A vector is one whose life is centered on God, who points others to God, not to success or comfort.
 
A vector’s life is defined not by his suffering, or by his victories, but by God’s relationship with him. When asked if he could interpret dreams, Joseph said, “No, but God can” (Gen. 41:16). And when he gave the interpretation he said, “God has chosen to show Pharaoh what he is about to do.” Joseph leaves himself entirely out of the picture, pointing all to the Lord of all. He had been truly broken, learning not to trust himself, but to fully trust God.
 
Paul expounds on this concept in Romans 8:37 in which he tells us we should be MORE than a conqueror, more than a victor, pointing us to the possibility of being a vector, a signpost to God for all those around us.
 
In each difficulty, disappointment or danger that comes into our lives, we can be a victim, a victor or a vector. A lot of what determines which one we’ll be, is how we cultivate our first love for Christ in meeting with Him each day in worship, confession, reading the Word and prayer. Are we cooperating with God in doing this?
 
Prayer: “Lord show me where I am acting like a victim or victor. Bring me to repentance and help me to live as a vector, focused on you and helping others to look to you. Praise you now for the help you will give. Amen.”
 
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More Autobio

Shortly after moving into our new apartment in August of 1980, we got a further illustration of the determination in our older boy’s character. He was now six years old, so we often sent him to buy things at the little store on our street.
 
Late one afternoon we sent him out to buy bread for supper. When he didn’t come back in a reasonable length of time, I went to look for him.
 
The storekeeper said that he had come, but since there was no bread, he had left. I went outside and looked up and down the street, but no boy. I had no idea now of where to look for him. Maybe he had gone to look for bread elsewhere, but my further search at other stores was fruitless.
 
By the time I got home, Josh had been gone an hour and it was getting dark. We prayed and talked about what to do.
 
Shortly after the doorbell rang. When I opened it, there was the daughter of the janitor of our first apartment, and she had our missing boy by the hand!
 
He had gone down the hill from one corner grocery to the next, but all were out of bread. By the time the girl found him, he was about a mile from home and had crossed a very busy street at least once.
 
He had been given an assignment and he was going to follow through no matter what! We were thankful for God’s protection and for providing someone he knew to bring him home—a very clear God sighting!
 
Chapter 52 Coups and Cops
In early September we were looking for a larger bed for Nat and heard of one for sale out at the Middle Eastern Technical University campus, so we planned to go out there early in the morning to pick it up.
 
As we were getting ready at 6 am, there was a knock on the door. Barbara answered it, and came back looking very pleased.
 
“What is it?” I asked,
 
“There was a military coup last night,” she said. “The landlord’s son said we can’t leave the house until further notice. I’m going back to bed!” She was the happiest prisoner I’d ever seen.
 
At three in the afternoon, we got word that we were allowed to go out and buy bread if we wanted to, so the boys and I went. We were startled to see a tank at the end of our street was with its 50-caliber machine gun loaded and pointed our way!
 
From the corner we looked down the hill and at the entrance to every side street there were soldiers in full battle dress with loaded rifles standing guard.
 
We learned that during the night 10,000 people had been arrested, including all the leading political figures. Martial law had been declared, the parliament dissolved and all political parties closed.
 
In that one night this country went from being perhaps the most dangerous country in the world to the safest, with all known criminals taken in, along with a lot of innocent people. . For those arrested it was a brutal time of transition.
 
For those of us left at home, the coup certainly made things better for daily living: no more bombs, no more machine gun fights, no more dogs barking in the night, and a gradual end to shortages in the stores. How it would affect our work of sharing the gospel remained to be seen.
 
Picture: The boys in their Roman soldier outfits