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I’LL BE BACK

SPRINGFIELD HOUSE

SPRINGFIELD HOUSE

Dear Friends, at the suggestion of Dan Norsworthy and Jenny Magee, I’ve decided not to shut down MartyMagee.com, but to take an extended break–which I’ve already done.

First, I’d like to tell you a few things that have been going on.  The house at left was our home in Springfield Oregon nearly 20 years ago.  This was it a few weeks ago.  It brought back pleasant memories as we drove by.

Speaking of houses, if you check out www.3051sierra.com you’ll see the house we’re trying to sell.  It’s not like us to have every sock picked up and every dish washed.  So, you can see the extra time it takes this undomestic blogger. 

MILL CITY BACK YARD

MILL CITY BACK YARD

If we sell our Fresno house, we plan to move to Mill City.  Go to www.realtor.com and type in 1205 Third Av, Mill City OR to see our possible new place.

 

 

 

Here’s one reason we want to move back to Oregon:

LITA AND SADIE--CRAYOLA SPECIALISTS

LITA AND SADIE--CRAYOLA SPECIALISTS

Here’s a reason we’ve been holding off on the move:
MR WILSON OR PEEPING TORRANCE?

MR WILSON OR PEEPING TORRANCE?

 

 

 Please look for my second book.  MUPPIM, HUPPIM AND ARD should be out sometime in 2010.  I’m sure it will be easier to write than figuring out how to place pictures on this mind-of-its-own blog. 

Meanwhile, there are a few copies of EBENEZER left.

Blessings to you all!

Marty

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CINDERELLA

Once upon a time, Big Brother ate grains and nuts a’plenty.  PICT0103

 

 

 

While Big Sister was looking pretty and talking on the phone.  PICT0104PICT0108PICT0110

 

 

 

 

All the while, Cinderella was tirelessly sweeping the floor.PICT0107

 

 

 

 

Alas, Cinderella has found the golden hat.  PICT0113PICT0114She no longer must toil and slave.  The golden hat will bring her wealth and happiness, though it will be difficult for her to see where she’s going with that big hat on.  

These stories don’t end happily ever after like they used to.  But we came as close as we could.

This unlikely story took place in the unlikely city of Cincinnati, Ohio.

If you can’t find a good fairy tale, try reading Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends.

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A SURPRISE MEETING

PICT0100At the Dallas/Fort Worth Airport, we met an old friend, Gai Brajkovich, from our previous church in Clovis.  David switched seats with her.  This certainly made the flight go by faster.  I wonder if the pilot drove faster because we were talking and laughing so much, he wanted to get us out of there.  PICT0101PICT0102Maybe it wasn’t turbulence at all.

David and I make pretty good chauffers.  Is the Cincinnati airport hiring?  That might make a pretty good retirement job. 

Gai is an officer with Parents Without Partners, and she came to attend a conference.  We’re here for a family reunion with our kids all the way from the Middle East. 

If you don’t meet an old friend at the airport this summer, try taking Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends.  You could read the whole book in a transcontinental flight.

Blessings!

Marty

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THE LORD’S ARMY

BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FEET BRINGING GOOD NEWS!

BEAUTIFUL LITTLE FEET BRINGING GOOD NEWS!

How do you like these darling children?

When taking people’s pictures, I often cut off heads.  I don’t usually cut off their whole bodies.  This was the exception.  Our kids sang at church Sunday.  When I saw this botched picture, I almost deleted it from my camera, then I thought, How beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news!  (Romans 10:15)  And good news they did bring, cheering us all with their song and dance.  I pray they will continue to grow so their feet may be fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace (Ephesians 6:15). 

Do you remember singing this song in Sunday school?

I may never march in the infantry, ride in the cavalry, shoot the artillery.  I may never fly o’er the enemy, but I’m in the Lord’s army.  (Yes, Sir!) 

Several months ago I started praying for each of my five grandchildren when I went to bed at night.  Then I added a friend’s granddaughter, then four kids of soon to be missionaries to Colombia and then a friend who is pretty much grown, but hasn’t outgrown her need for prayer.   Let’s pray for these kids.  They need to march in God’s infantry.  There are lots of armies they could join.  Let’s be sure they’re in God’s army. 

There are stories in Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends suitable for these kids.  Find one and read it to your child–or let him read it to you!  Then pray together for each other. 

Blessings!

Marty the photographer

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SUN TEA AND OTHER AMUSEMENTS

I set a jar of cold water and six tea bags on a tree stump in the back yard.  I don’t know if sun tea is better than the boiled kind.  It’s simply a symbol of a good Southern country good times. 

We used to have a hand-crank ice cream freezer.  The kids sat on it while the adults turned the crank.  I didn’t do much of either.  I mostly got in the way because I was too skinny my weight was worthless to keep the thing still.  And I certainly couldn’t turn the crank.  Nevertheless, this was good ice cream, making good memories. 

My daughter, Jenny, used to fish for crawdads at the ditch by our mountain church in New Mexico.  I hope she got as much out church as she did out of fishing with her friends. 

My sister who is nine years my senior remembers going to youth camp when they had to pay $7.50 and a pound of bacon.  She also remembers driving the tractor when she and the cousins weren’t old enough.  But she wasn’t four like Cousin Jimmy and I were.  We scared the aunts and uncles–did we get attention!  

In the 1920s, my mother’s family had an old car.  It didn’t run.  What she used it for, it didn’t need to run.  She quickly got her chores done, took an old hymnal out to that car.  She’d sit in the back seat and let the sun beam on her. She’d sing to the top of her lungs, “Let the Lower Lights Be Burning,” “Brighten the Corner Where You Are,”Standing on the Promises” and whatever else was in the hymnal that she knew–and maybe some she didn’t. 

A couple more from my mother.  She and her brother smeared axle grease all over each other.  She says she doesn’t know why her mother didn’t beat the tar out of her.  One Halloween she and friends stole a chicken, roasted and ate it.  She said it was sure tough!  Mother!  I’m ashamed of you!

David and his life-long best friend, Gary, once camped in the back yard.  They cut weeds (the weeds we had in the 1950s) about 1-1/2 inches, punched holes through them with a nail, burned one end with the outdoor barbecue and blew smoke.  They did not inhale! 

My friend Denise tells a couple of good Southern California memories.  They had an apricot tree in their yard.  In the summer, she hid in it.  This is where she did all her thinking and planning.  Nobody knew where to find her.  In the fall, she and her brother raked the leaves from the tree, then jumped in.  She also remembers in the summer some kind of fruit dripping down her dirty arm.

Here is one from this sophisticated friend I can barely believe.   She said she and her brother would be walking home and it would be hot and they’d be thirsty.  They’d pass a yard with sprinklers not turned on.  He taught her to put her mouth on the sprinkler head and suck on it and water would come out.  Yuck, Denise!

We all remember Hide-and-Seek, Mother May I? and Red Light-Green Light.

Jodie, my sister, says she is now sitting on their deck in Ohio watching the lightning bugs.  I’m about to go swimming with my husband, but not in the ditch.  Does that count? 

Come on, turn off that computer and get to living this summer. 

Be sure to take a copy of Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends up to the apricot tree with a cool glass of sun tea. 

Blessings!

Marty

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PIZZA WITH MIKE

Join us for pizza and salad with Mike Cousineau.  The pizza was better than we had on the Sea of Galilee.  I’d love to be back there, but eating tilapia.

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PIZZA WITH MIKE

                Long before we found The Prayer of Jabez (I Chr. 4:10) in our bookstores, Mike asked God to enlarge his territory.  In 1979, God took him to the Ivory Coast. 

                Mike Cousineau is a long-term missionary to Africa.  Our church has had the privilege of supporting his ministry with prayers and funds.   

                In July 2005, God again enlarged Mike’s territory with the Hanna Project.  God sent the fourth team to Ivory Coast.   They now had five medical doctors. 

                The surgeries, wound care, prescription glasses and so much more all led to the true mission—189 people came to Christ. 

                I didn’t realize the area covered by the Hanna project until I looked at a map.  Tajikistan is part of the former Soviet Union, located north of Afghanistan.  This is just one of the places blessed by the God through the Hanna Project. 

                We all like success stories, and Mike was glad to oblige:

                It is against the law to share the gospel with children in Tajikistan.   Max was a street kid at 7.  At 13, he was taken off the streets by the church.  His life turned around.  He completed his education in six years.  He came to Christ, dated and married the pastor’s daughter.  

                Now to North Africa:  Morocco is 99.9% Muslim.  O that we had that percentage of Christians in America.    Morocco’s king highlighted the country’s six best organizations, and the association with which The Hanna Project works was one of them. 

                Later, the prayer of Jabez popped up in Mike’s life again, “O that you would bless me.”    Many of us may be timid to pray that prayer.  Not Mike. 

                One evening, Mike was hungry for fruit.  He went to the store and bought some oranges and bananas.  A man on the street asked him for a piece of fruit.   Mike kept walking.  The still small voice reminded him, “Bless me, expand my territory.”   He realized God couldn’t bless him if he were going to keep the blessing to himself.  He went back and gave the man some of his fruit.  The man smiled.  They both were blessed. 

                Mike asked the question we should have asked him:  What do you want from New Hope? 

                His answer:  Not just finances, not just prayer support—but personal involvement—someone to go, someone with skills.  Mike is not shy. 

                Mike and the Hanna project need workers, from healthcare professionals to painters.  And he said he might even give you one day of R&R. 

They also need a generator, as their surgeons often perform operations by flashlight. 

                In February 2010, the Hanna Project plans to put a roof on a school.  They need someone who knows construction.  They also need nurses, doctors, assistants and more.   Do you wear one of these hats?

Mike concluded, “There are greater things to come.  Do you want to be involved?”

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Check out Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends and learn about Pizza on the Sea of Galilee.  You can also read an exciting adventure about Mike Cousineau.  Fun stuff to read while you’re eating your pizza and salad. 

A short PS.  The pictures on my blog are independent of me.  Right before I push the button, they develop minds of their own.  If I’d been smarter than the pictures, I’d have placed Mike in the middle so it doesn’t look like he’s talking to himself.  Maybe they’ll be more submissive next time.  I wonder if God ever thinks that about us. 

Blessings!

Marty

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UP AND DOWN AND AROUND WITH ELI

Our bus was going uphill.  A convoy of buses was coming downhill.  Something had to give.  I probably wasn’t the only female on the bus who held her breath the whole time.  Eli, our Israeli bus driver, got out and had a few words with the driver of the front bus going down.  Finally, Eli got back in and backed up the bus.  He never got rattled, just held his own and did what needed to be done.  

Sometimes we all have to back up and let the other guy have the right-of-way.  Sometimes we need to stop and rethink things.  Other times we need to go full speed ahead.  Please pray with us as we wait on the Lord about a long-term Israel trip.  We’re ready to go or stay. 

We’d even trust our lives to Eli’s experienced driving–and God’s steady Hand.  We do hope to meet Eli again some day.  He was just one bright spot on our amazing trip to the Holy Land two years ago. 

Check out Ebenezer and Ninety-Eight Friends.  It might help you on some of your up-hill climbs.  It contains no story about a bus, but there are ones about Israel and one about getting stuck in the mud. 

Blessings!

Marty

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