Now the boy Samuel ministered to the Lord before Eli. And the word of the Lord was rare in those days; there was no widespread revelation.2 And it came to pass at that time, while Eli was lying down in his place, and when his eyes had begun to grow so dim that he could not see,3 and before the lamp of God went out in the tabernacle of the Lord where the ark of God was, and while Samuel was lying down, 4 that the Lord called Samuel. And he answered, “Here I am!” 5 So he ran to Eli and said, “Here I am, for you called me.”Continue reading “Knowing God (1 Samuel 3:1-10)”
A young boy rises like a rocket to stardom. People from all over the world will do almost anything just to get a glimpse of the man who is bigger than life. Kids all over the country want to wear the same shoes he wears. His team becomes the talk of the town simply because he plays for them. On asphalt basketball courts dotting the landscape all across the land, kids try to emulate his every move and copy his manner. Millions of dollars flow into his pockets like the bubble gum which fills the pockets of his admirers. It seems like everyone owes him a debt of gratitude as people pay continuous homage to the crown prince of sports. Fans adore him. Corporations coddle him. Coaches cherish him. With all of the adulation that comes his way he takes the time to pause every time the camera pans his direction to say “Thanks!” — not to the corporate heads, not to adoring fans, or coaches, but to mom. You’ve seen it time after time as athlete after athlete looks into the camera with a little boy grin and a glimmer in his eye and says, “Hi mom.”
Have you ever noticed how you can watch a professional football, baseball, or basketball game and see millions of dollars of publicity for the mothers of America? Corporate America pays those guys mountains of dollars every year to hold a Coke can, wear Nikes, or say, “I’m going to Disney World,” while mom gets publicity with no contract ever having been signed. Corporate America might capture the wallets and bank accounts of talented athletes, but mom has captured their heart! Continue reading “Mothers: Making Their Mark on the World!”
For years I have studied God?s Word and thought about the places that I?ve read about. Two years ago I had the opportunity to visit many of those places, but there were still some places that were left on my “To Do” list. One of the places that I?ve read about so many times that I felt like I had been there was En Gedi. It is an obscure place I know. Most Christians probably wouldn?t even recognize the name, but for me, it has been a place of great strength and comfort.
When we were planning our trip to Israel during the past year I knew that I had to go there. I wanted to sit where David sat during some of the worst times of his life. I wanted to visit the place where God comforted and strengthened David when he was all alone.
They were all sitting around the living room watching TV when the evening anchor cut to the reporter on location. The reporter said, “We are here with Mr. Filthy Rich and the kids who are benefiting from his generous gift – a gift that has changed these kid’s neighborhood. Mr. Rich heard about the plight of the kids who live in the drug-infested, run down neighborhood and decided to get involved. He heard that there were no playgrounds for the kids and no community center to give kids opportunities to do something other than commit crimes or wilt away in front of the television. Mr. Rich was so moved that he got involved. Others joined his passion and today we are here for the dedication of the new community center with its indoor swimming pool, educational facilities, and sports leagues for boys and girls. Money has been provided to pay three staff members who will run the community center, oversee the volunteers, and help the kids. This is a great day for these kids and their community. Thank you Mr. Rich!”
Things were tough on Ted when he was born. He was born in Chicago in 1942 to Polish parents. His father was a sausagemaker and his mother took care of the boys. He was hospitalized when he was only six months old after he suffered an allergic reaction to a drug given to him. During that time he was neither held or hugged by his mom and dad – doctors orders. When he came home from the hospital he was described by his mom and dad as listless and withdrawn.