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From: "Stephen Hall" <sossteve@...>
Date: Wed, 4 Oct 2000 18:05:44 -0700


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NOTES  FROM  THE  VALLEY - October 6, 2000

"Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, I will fear no evil for you are with me."  Psalm 23.
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TOPIC:  WHY  DID  GOD  LET  THIS  HAPPEN?


On Monday, Cathy's Mom, Bea, called to let us know that the doctors have
classified her cancer as untreatable.  Oddly enough it was she who
ministered to our pain during her phone call instead of the other way
around.  She loves the Lord so very much and feels a real sense of peace
with whatever His will is for her.  She is ready to go Home if He says it's
time.  She's also willing to stay here if He has more for her to do.  She's
placing herself entirely in His hands.

Please pray for us all - may our tears of sorrow be mingled with tears of
joy and thanksgiving for her salvation and place in God's heavenly kingdom.

We love you Mom.

Bad things happen to good people.  From where we sit, it's not right, it's
not fair, but it happens all the time.  And we want to know why.  We turn
our eyes towards heaven and ask God the question, "Why did you let this
happen?"  I know I've asked Him that question many times in my life - often
in anger.  Because of God's infinite grace and love, He has ignored my anger
and ministered to my pain.  I pray this edition will help Cathy, her brother
Craig, and anyone else who is hurting, find God's answers to that question.

Sometimes good, wonderful, people get hurt simply because they're the victim
of another person's poor choices.  Sometimes even their own poor choices.
Someone, overcome by the hurts of this world, chooses to inflict his pain on
others and violence erupts - innocent people are injured or die.  As a
people, we chose to ignore the dangers of pollution and now we've become its
victims - as ingested and inhaled poisons kill the young and the old alike.
Not spiritual death.  Jesus clearly paid the price for that.  But physical
death for each sin committed in this physical world.  Many people see God as
the one dishing out those consequences.  To them, He is a very stern and
cold-hearted judge who watches every move we make and the minute we do
something wrong, He's jumps on us with both feet.  I don't want to get in a
fuss with anyone about their beliefs, but that's not the way God has
revealed Himself to me or our church family.

God is most certainly the final judge of us all.  He is most certainly
omnipresent, so He sees everything we do.  He judges us fairly according to
the law and our choices.  But He's not the one doing the jumping.  The devil
is.  He's the prosecutor and the punisher.  If we are foolish enough to bow
before sin, as Adam and Eve did, the devil demands his due and God must
release His covering over us while the devil inflicts on us the consequences
of our choices.  It's not what God wants.  But He gave us our free will and
if we use it to make bad choices then the consequences are ours as well.

Sickness and suffering entered into this world when those in authority
sinned and let the devil in.  Sickness and suffering came in with him.  The
same sickness and suffering that can drive someone to aim a gun at innocent
victims and themselves and pull the trigger.  The same sickness and
suffering the devil will use to drive you away from God if you'll let him.
Sickness and suffering were never God's will.  God's will was obedient and
abundant life in the Garden of Eden.  God the just Judge is also God the
loving Father.  Even while we suffer at the devil's hands for our sins or
the consequences of another's sin, God is moving on our behalf, working
within the self imposed limits He placed on Himself as a condition of our
free will and within our hearts to teach us and recover us back under His
protective and loving care.

I know the pain Cathy and Craig are feeling.  I lost both my parents at an
early age.  I also know what my anger at God did to me then.  The terribly
destructive power of anger and unforgiveness.  The utter foolishness of
chosing them over the outstreached arms of our Father - God.  He offers us
so much more.

It seems like every day the news is filled with violent crimes where
innocent victims suffer or die.  Or the news of some precious person who has
succumbed to a deadly disease leaving a host of friends of love ones
mourning their loss.  Roughly 2,000 years ago, the headlines read "Jesus is
Dead!  Nazarene crucified for claiming to be the Son of God!!" The prophet
that had been welcomed with cheers and Hosannas just days before was gone.
The one who had done so many miraculous things among the people and taught
with such wisdom and power was no more.  His disciples were scattered and in
hiding, their hopes and dreams shattered.  Those who followed Christ, who
had heard Him teach and had believed, lifted their eyes towards heaven and
asked the question "Why?"  They could not yet understand that their apparent
loss was actually their salvation - and the salvation of the world.  They
did not want Jesus to die.  But if He hadn't, where would we be today?  And
therein lies our lesson for the tragedies that confront us in life: No
matter how dark or senseless things may seem - God is always in control and
will always keep His promise to lead us safely home.

At various times in our lives, all of us will ask the pain-filled question,
"Why?"  In response, the devil will offer the bitter fruit of anger and
unforgiveness.  The Father offers the sweet, healing power of His love and
grace.  He intends for us to be the messengers of that offer.

I remain a work in progress, sheltered under His wing, overwhelmed sometimes
by tears, but forever overwhelmed by His love,

Steve Hall



THE  WILL  OF  GOD
(Received from Linda Layton - Author Unknown)

The will of God will never take you,
Where the Grace of God cannot keep you,
Where the Arms of God cannot support you,
Where the Riches of God cannot supply your needs,
Where the Power of God cannot endow you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the Spirit of God cannot work through you,
Where the Wisdom of God cannot teach you,
Where the Army of God cannot protect you,
Where the Hands of God cannot mold you.

The Will of God will never take you,
Where the Love of God cannot enfold you,
Where the Mercies of God cannot sustain you,
Where the Peace of God cannot calm your fears,
Where the Authority of God cannot overrule for you.

The will of God will never take you,
Where the Comfort of God cannot dry your tears,
Where the Word of God cannot feed you,
Where the Miracles of God cannot be done for you,
Where the Omnipresence of God cannot find you.



HOME  WHERE  I  BELONG
(Received from InspiringWords - Author Glenn A. Hascall,
" Tales From The Rearview Mirror")

"Do you see that one down there?" He asked.
"The strong one?" Came a questioning response.
"No, the frail one. She is the one that I want you to visit."
"But she is weak and full of years."
"That is why I need you to visit her."
"She'll be coming to see You then?"
"Yes."
"Now I see."
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"You just hang in there mom, you'll get better. We're praying for you,"
Jason spoke softly with a conviction he did not feel.

She drew the water bottle to her lips and took a long slow sip before a weak
reply, "Son, I love you with all my heart, but I haven't lived this long not
to know that my time is short."

"Don't talk that way mamma. We need you. Just keep fighting, you will get
better." Jason held a tear just long enough for him to make his way from his
mamma's hospital room.

More and more these days she found herself in constant communion with her
Father and His Son. It seemed odd to her that in all her years of life she
had looked either backwards or ahead and could only see her role as mother,
wife, grandma and great-grandma. At some point that all changed for her.
Most people who talked of heaven spoke of golden streets, mansions, and
crowns. Admittedly she had thought along those lines until recently.  She
had lived long enough to realize that possessions have little, if any,
value.  She had raised six children, lived through the depression, and had
gone through the foreclosure of the farm and knew that things really didn't
mean much.  What she most looked forward to was being in the presence of God
without pain, without fatigue, without tears.  Her spirit drifted
effortlessly into prayer while he stood unnoticed.  The Father had allowed
him to hear the unspoken prayer of this saint and he thought he knew why she
was so special to Him.
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"Do you see that one down there?" He asked again.
"You mean the frail one?" The angel was sure he knew what the Master was
speaking of.
"No, the child. He's the one I want you to visit."
"But Master, he is so young and full of life."
"But I need you to visit him, he will soon be in My presence."
"I don't understand."
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"I get to go to Sunday School, I get to go to Sunday School," the boy
chanted in a singsong voice as his grandfather started the car.

"Tommy, make sure to buckle up," his grandpa told him as he backed out of
the driveway.  Another passenger remained unseen as the car rolled toward
Bethel Chapel on 4th and Terrace.  Since his parents death in a car accident
three years ago Tommy seemed to have a hunger for Jesus. He wanted to read
Bible stories, he memorized scripture, he told Jesus to make his heart a
home two years ago and Tommy had become a spiritual sponge.   Many children
his age could not understand why he was so into that "Jesus stuff."  Tommy
was singing "Jesus Loves The Little Children," when it happened.  Metal
collided with metal, screams were heard and slowly all became quiet as a
young boy was ushered into the presence of the One who made His home in a
young heart.
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Some might wonder - why Tommy?  We can perhaps understand an elderly widow
who has lived a full life finding a new home in heaven, but why Tommy?
Why a teenager facing a gunman?
Why a mother of four, who dies of an asthma attack?
Why a family who can't get out of a burning car?
Why a young grandmother who just wants to live long enough to see her
grandchild born?
Why?

I don't know that anyone can adequately answer that elusive "why" question.
God's Word does explain something that is not so elusive, "Precious in the
sight of the Lord is the death of His saints"  (Prov. 116:15).  Why would a
Christian's death be precious to the Lord?  He grieves with those of us left
behind, but consider what those saints, young or old, experience in His
presence.  For the saints who are now home they find the God of all comfort
is with them in a way they have never experienced.  He removes all pain and
sorrow.  No more gunmen, no more car crashes, no more asthma, no more
cancer, no more natural disasters, no more broken hearts, no more medicine,
no more decay.  Just peace and comfort in the arms of Jesus. Then they truly
understand that they are "precious" in His sight.



THE  MESSENGER
(Author Stephen J. Hall)

God reveals Himself to us in ways we seldom see;
Too wrapped up in our daily lives of earthbound reality.

But children are a different lot, that's why He loves them so;
Exploring life's curiosities wherever they may go.
They feel His breathe in a summer breeze,
see His face in a billowing cloud;
And celebrate His sun-filled days
with a joy expressed out loud.

So when one of these little ones,
a blonde-haired boy of three;
Became perplexed at his Gramma's death,
just guess where God would be.

Through a brightly colored butterfly,
the child's cheek softly kissed;
From the Gramma up in heaven,
to tell him he was missed.

2nd Corinthians 5:17 says the old is reborn the new;
A promise given in Jesus Christ and made to me and you.

 From a caterpillar to a butterfly,
A symbol of Christ's rebirth;
What better messenger of eternal love
To the child still on the earth.



GOD  -  I  HURT!
(The following was posted on the wall at the Oklahoma City bombing site)

I said, "God, I hurt."  And God said, "I know."
I said, "God, I cry a lot."  And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."
I said, "God, I am so depressed."  And God said, "That is why I gave you
Sunshine."
I said, "God, life is so hard."  And God said, "That is why I gave you loved
ones."
I said, "God, my loved one died."  And God said, "So did mine."
I said, "God, it is such a loss."  And God said, "I saw mine nailed to a
cross."
I said, "God, but your loved one lives."  And God said, "So does yours."
I said, "God, where are they now?"  And God said, "Mine is on My right.
Yours is in the Light."
I said, "God, it hurts."  And God said, "I know."



WHAT'S  ON  THE  OTHER  SIDE?
(Received from Alan Smith - Thought for the Day)

A sick man turned to his doctor as he was leaving the room after paying a
visit, and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other
side."

Very quietly the doctor said, "I don't know."

"You don't know?! You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other
side?"

The doctor was holding the handle of the door. On the other side came a
sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door a dog sprang into
the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.

Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice that dog? He had
never been in this room before. He did not know what was inside.  He knew
nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened he sprang
in without fear.  I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I
do know one thing: I know my Master is there, and that is enough. And when
the door opens, I shall pass through with no fear, but with gladness."

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Your love, God, is my song, and I'll sing it!  I'm forever telling everyone
how faithful you are.  I'll never quit telling the story of your love - how
you built the cosmos and guaranteed everything in it.  Your love has always
been our lives foundation, your fidelity has been the roof over our world.
(Psalm 89:1-3 The Message)