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FIVE W’S OF GOOD PHYSICAL, MENTAL AND SPIRITUAL HEALTH

I’m not going to talk much about bad habits because I’m not equipped to help with them. I just know the old jingle, “I don’t smoke and I don’t chew and I don’t go with the boys that do.”

On a more serious note before we move on, my father died of throat cancer at age 50; I was 13. In 1960, we didn’t know much about the health hazards of smoking. We just knew Baptists weren’t supposed to do it, but they did anyway, and it was not the best, but okay because we were eternally saved. But Daddy didn’t have to have the AMA or the Baptists to tell  him his prognosis. He told my mother, “This is killing me.” So, don’t smoke, and if you already do, ask God to lead you to someone who can help you quit. Your life is too valuable. You are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14), and your body is the Temple of the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 6:19). Take care of it before it’s too late.

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Mother and Daddy in the early 1940s

 

Now for the good, but sometimes hard W’s

WALKING

David doesn’t like to walk around the neighborhood. He prefers Fisherman’s Bend. There we not only get physical exercise; we plan and dream about the near and distant future, watch the Santiam River flow–and flow it does!  And just be together in God’s green Northwest USA. It’s great when you can take your grandkids along.

Oh yes, and the best way to walk at Fisherman’s Bend (or anywhere) is with one of David’s handcrafted walking sticks.

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If it’s getting close to dark or I have to walk alone, I settle for the neighborhood walk. But this is not all bad. In the neighborhood, you can prayer walk, praying for each neighbor as you pass his house. You can wave or even stop and chat if he’s in the front yard–that would be in June after it stops raining in Oregon.

How often should you walk? More often than I do. We try to go about four times a week, but sometimes that doesn’t happen. Remember, we live in Oregon. Maybe in June we’ll make up for it and walk 15 times a week.

WATER

Drink water! It’s okay to drink coffee, tea or juice–or even on rare occasions a soda–but when you’re drinking these things, it means you’re not drinking water!

There’s not much more to say about water.I prefer mine with ice. Any way you pour it, just drink it!

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WORD

Be in the Word–God’s Word. Satan will give you every reason not to do this. Kick him in the shins! Find a place and a time and have a plan. I’m now studying the Psalms of Ascent with our church ladies. Rich stuff. When I get behind, I’m the loser. Again, just do it!

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Georgia Lou is often caught reading her Bible

WORK

As as child, for whatever Freudian reasons, I didn’t learn to do physical work as I should have. Again, I was the loser. I now find it rewarding to work–in the garden (though I’m far from a gardener) in the kitchen, cooking and washing dishes (I’m better at dishes than cooking, but I like to eat). When I lay my head on my pillow at night and I’ve worked with my hands, there is a satisfied feeling.

Work alongside your kids. Hopefully they’ll follow your example. Better they work with you than smoke with you. So, get busy!

Grandmother (Lita), Granddaughter Jenny and Great-Granddaughter Sadie

WORSHIP

What a great habit to get into. Not just at church–and it’s not just singing. It’s adoring someone. The best Someone I know to adore is God, the Three in one–God the Father, Jesus the Son and the Comforter, the Holy Spirit.

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Mill City Baptist Home Fellowship (converted from our pastor’s shop)

I will tell you a crazy habit of mine if you promise not to tell anyone. You see, I am an alphabet nut. I even make my lists in alphabetical order. (Did you notice my W’s are in alphabetical order?) During the night when I can’t sleep, I think of attributes of God, starting with A: Almighty, Bulwark, Creator…I don’t think I’ve ever made it to Z before I fall back asleep. But if I did, I guess I’d say, ruler of Zion. I also do the same with hymn titles: A Mighty Fortress is Our God, Because He lives, Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. I sing as many verses as I can remember. It’s okay, David is deaf without his hearing aids, so I’m not disturbing anyone unless it’s the neighbors. If you’re under 69, you’ll probably want to song the praise songs. This is not the war of the worship music. So, just do it!

I could add one more W: Sit down, relax and WEAD a good book!

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WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL ABOUT HERALD?

Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the newborn King;
Peace on earth, and mercy mild;
God and sinners reconciled.”
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing,
Charles Wesley, 1739

Just for fun, imagine with me that there’s an angel named Herald. I think it would play out something like this:

“What’s the big deal about Herald? Everybody thinks he’s the best angel.”
“Maybe he is. You’re jealous.”
“No I’m not. He toots his own horn like he’s somebody special.”
“He’s not tooting his own horn. He’s telling everyone about the new king.”
“King? He’s a baby. You see one baby, you’ve seen them all.”
“Oh I don’t think so. This baby is special.”
“How do you know?”
“I just read about him.”
“Oh that’s right, you’re the reading angel. I can’t do that either.”
“Don’t feel bad that you’re the angel in charge of getting people out of the mud. That’s an important job.
“Anyway, listen to this: “And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, ‘Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” (Luke 2:8-12)
“I’ll talk to you later. I gotta get one of the shepherds out of the mud so he can go see the Baby King.”

An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them…Luke 2:9a.
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This is just one of the 25 entries in the book, TWENTY-FIVE DAYS AROUND THE MANGER. You can get your Kindle copy in a few short weeks.

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TRIBUTE TO MY MOM

The following is my introduction to TWENTY-FIVE DAYS AROUND THE MANGER, which will be out in Kindle form the first part of October. Just a little something to whet your appetite.

To My Favorite Chicken Thief

Little Georgia Lou’s father had an old car in the yard. It didn’t run, but didn’t have to for her purpose. Georgia Lou excused herself from the breakfast table. She quickly did her chores so she could go out and get in the car. She took her hymnbook, rolled the windows up and sang to the top of her lungs, “Let the Lower Lights Be Burning.” This and other old (yes, they probably were old even then) hymns kept her occupied much of the morning. Looking for cheap entertainment for your kids? Keep your old clunker and purchase a used hymnal.
But yes, as she grew, she became a little wild, as teens will do. It was Halloween night. She and a few friends found an old dark farmhouse. There it was, a chicken coop. They couldn’t help themselves. It simply was too easy. One of them (surely not my mother) grabbed a hen through the fence. They went to a vacant lot and built a fire. They then cooked and tried to eat the chicken. “That was the toughest chicken I’ve ever eaten — before or since.” With that, I think she learned her lesson. For the next eighty-five years she has been an upstanding, law-abiding citizen.
Mother and I laugh, cry, pray — and even talk together when she can get a word in edgewise. I have recently started doing more of the cooking. She is so gracious. As I bring out still another new recipe, never does she say, “Why don’t you do it the old way or just throw a roast in the skillet?” Instead, she says, “Do you want me to chop your onions or brown the meat for you?”
I’m thankful for this closet singer turned temporary outlaw turned blessing to many, whom I call Mother.

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JO AND HARVE’S PLACE

MAIDEN PICKING LETTUCE

MAIDEN PICKING LETTUCE

CATCH IT, DAVID
CATCH IT, DAVID
CATCH IT, PAPA!
CATCH IT, PAPA!

Greetings.  I’m glad to be back.  I was locked out for a few days.

Enjoy with me the Ohio countryside enhanced by the TLC of Jo and Harvey Bond. 

 
 
 
 
Fair are the meadows, Fairer still the woodlands,
Robed in the blooming garb of spring.
Jesus is faires, Jesus is purer,
who makes the woeful heart to sing.
Fairest Lord Jesus (Anonymous German Hymn)
A DECK OF CARDS

A DECK OF CARDS

TREEHOUSE IN THE PARK

TREEHOUSE IN THE PARK

JULY SHOWERS

JULY SHOWERS

 

REST FROM YOUR LABOR

REST FROM YOUR LABOR

                                                                                                                                  
Blessings!
Marty

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WERE THE WHOLE REALM OF NATURE MINE

Were the whole realm of nature mine, that were a present far too small:  Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.  From When I Survey the Wondrous Cross, Isaac Watts

Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross.  Hebrews 12:2

If Yosemite, Oregon, Colorado and a chunk of Northern New Mexico were mine, I’d still be lost without Jesus.

Let’s think on Jesus this Easter week.

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RUINED SINNERS TO RECLAIM

Man of Sorrows!”  What a name for the Son of God who came, Ruined sinners to reclaim!  Hallelujah what a Savior!    Man of Sorrows, Philip P. Bliss

Pretty likable looking bunch, don’t you think?  Truth is, every one of us is a ruined sinner whom Christ died to reclaim.  Hallelujah what a Savior!

I am the way and the truth and the life.  No one comes to the Father except through me.  Jesus.  (John 14:6)

 

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THE SOLID ROCK

colorado-yosemite-002When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay. 

On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand. 

The Solid Rock, Edward Mote.

On evenings like this when I’m especially tired, I’m glad I have the Solid Rock Christ Jesus.  Otherwise I’d be sinking into this unsteady world. 

A wise man….builds his house on the rock.  Matthew 7:24

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