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HI!  Sunday you got 3 posts…well they were supposed to be spaced out every 3 days like I have in the past.  Well, when I put in the date, I didn’t change the year to 2020, so you got all three at once.

Just pretend you got them 3 days apart.

And I apologize for clogging your inbox!



Wisdom for the Day

Don’t ever save anything for some future special occasion.

How much you give away shows how dependent your are on God.

The stars are most bright when seen from the deepest well.

God never holds you closer than when He disciplines you.

There are many smart people, but a wise man, who can find?

When the Jews wandered 40 years in their journey from Egypt to Canaan, they didn’t lose their map, they lost their way.

When you are obeying the general will of God, He then will reveal His specific will for you.

Those who teach the Scriptures should all take this oath, “I promise to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.”

You can’t help people who choose to be blind.





Little Drummer Boy

I just heard this song again today and felt  should revisit this post.  I posted this in 2014 but I want to republish it  because I didn’t have many subscribers then and it’s still true.

I hope this speaks to you as it did to me, as I just reread it with a tear in my eye…

Little Drummer Boy


While listening to Christmas music this year, I heard the Little Drummer Boy and was suddenly in tears. I realized that boy is me. I have written about this before here, but this really hit me for some reason this year.

The song is familiar but without all the pa rum pum pum pumming, it’s tells the story of my life right now:

Come they told me,
Our finest gifts we bring,
To lay before the King,
So to honor Him,
When we come.

Little Baby,
I am a poor boy too,
I have no gift to bring,
That’s fit to give the King.

Shall I play for you,
On my drum?

Mary nodded.
The ox and lamb kept time.
I played my drum for Him;
I played my best for Him,

Then He smiled at me,
Me and my drum.

I have nothing to offer but this little drum. It’s broken and fragile, dirty and mistreated, and definitely not something one would bring as a gift for the King. But it’s all I’ve got. I am bankrupt and completely tired out, so I have nothing to go buy another one. If fact, I was told I only get one of these in a lifetime and look what I’ve done with it…

What will I do? There are expectations that I am to bring my best to Him, not the leftovers, but I have abused my little drum to the point that it’s an embarrassment and I don’t dare show it in public.

Mighty warrior angels frown as I hesitantly walk the long way to the throne room. I enter into the Holy of Holies and I stand alone, embarrassed before the Almighty King. He sits, looking at me and the shame overwhelms me and I hang my head.

With love in His voice, He simply says, “Play.” I am shocked. What can I do? The King has requested I play. So, with tears in my eyes, I pull out my misshapen sticks and start to play. My strokes are faltering, my rhythm unsure. But, what’s this? It’s not any tune I have ever heard. Somehow, my feeble efforts are changed into a Song of the Realm. I don’t know how it happened; I just played and there it was. So I continue to play. And although my drum is still broken, somehow the brokenness isn’t as apparent as before and it doesn’t seem as dirty as when I started.

I finish and stand there, still with head bowed, not daring to look for fear of rejection of my gift. And I hear something strange. It’s applause! What?! Applause? I look up startled, and the King is standing, applauding and a host of angels with Him. I am embarrassed. I can’t say it was even my gift I gave, it wasn’t my song I drummed; it was someone else’s tune I played. But He as accepted my gift. I kneel down before my King.

After the echo of the applause died down in the great hall, there was a drawn-out silence. I didn’t know what to do next. There weren’t any instructions given me for this. I just kneeled there. And then in the periphery of my vision, I saw two hands reach for me, hands that had scars in them, deep wounds that I knew I had caused. I dropped my drum to the ground, I shied away…no no no, not those hands, not the ones I had injured so callously. He pulled me up and surrounded me with His arms. I felt love, pure love, forgiving love, love that was tangible, love that was real, love that was…I can’t even express what I felt to the core of my being.

Time passed. I don’t know how long we stood there in silence. And then it was over. My audience with the King was over. Someone else was to come and present their gift. I walked out with my little broken drum, knowing that He had accepted my gift.

But I am now no longer the same. I now view my drum with different eyes. If the King of Kings, the Lord of Hosts, the Lord God Almighty accepts my little gift, my little offering when it’s played for His Kingdom, then I no longer need shy away from playing it in public. Yes, the drum is still broken, but I have found that I’m not the only one with a broken gift.

And if He can use my brokenness to further His Song, then, although I am still a five-year old, I will play with all the strength I have. I may not be much in other’s eyes, but it doesn’t matter; the KING approved my gift and that’s all that matters.


Woodworking Tips and Tricks Bowl Turning

I started turning wood bowls last Feb.  As of date, I have turned 119 bowls of just about every description and made many blunders, mistakes and tried dangerous techniques resulting in minor injuries (so far…).

I have learned a LOT by experience and watching hours and hours of YouTube videos by those way more experienced.  I have culled from these videos little things and my own trials that make turning a lot easier and a lot safer than just buying a lathe and some tools and diving in.  I started keeping a journal of these little tips I have learned and would like to share them here but I don’t know what the interest is in those who read this blog.

So please leave a comment as to whether you would want to hear my tips and tricks of wood turning.  If even just a few are interested, then I will share what I have learned.  I don’t know much but I do know some things and I think what I have learned will be beneficial to those of you who want to try you hand at it.

Wisdom for the Day

It is impossible to govern the world without God. It is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the Providence of Almighty God, to obey his will, to be grateful for his benefits and humbly implore his protection and favor. I am sure there never was a people who had more reason to acknowledge a divine interposition in their affairs, than those of the United States; and I should be pained to believe that they have forgotten that agency which was so often manifested during the revolution; or that they failed to consider the omnipotence of Him, who is alone able to protect them. He must be worse than an infidel that lacks faith, and more than wicked, that has not gratitude enough to acknowledge his obligations.     General George Washington

Lots of money may make you wealthy but it does not make you rich

For a Christian to have an affair with another Christian is incest.

Satisfaction is the greatest enemy of the soul.

The hunt for a scapegoat is the easiest of all hunting expeditions.  Eisenhower.

Those who crave authority rarely feel they don’t deserve it.

Sex is the oil of the marriage relationship but will destroy the engine if put into the gas tank.

A true growing Christian will hurt more than the person they hurt.

Lack of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part.

We choose to be miserable.  How stupid is that?!

If love is blind, sex is the blindfold.

Book Quotes Revival Praying by Leonard Ravenhill

More quotes from the book  Revival Praying by Leonard Ravenhill, 1962

…the record stands that men who prayed most accomplished most.

Most of us are but sparrows in prayer and flutter no higher than the lower branches…”

Prayer is another way of telling God that we have all confidence in Him and no confidence in our own native powers.  Neglect of prayer is an effrontery to God, for by it we are saying that we have confidence in the flesh and can operate the spiritual life on a do-it-yourself basis.  Strong men (self- strong) neglect prayer, or sometimes slight or ignore it, and therefore show their self-esteem and their near-independence of divine help.  But weak men cry to God, because God’s strength is guaranteed to be made perfect in their weakness.

The trouble with many believers is that they get angry because of some personal slight, but are sphinx-like while wolves of lust devour our youth and while demons of false doctrine scatter the flock.

The stark-naked bankruptcy of human attributes is never more revealed than in the prayer chamber.  Outside the prayer closet, influence, affluence, prestige and possessions hold sway and grant privilege; inside the secret place, all human values are negated.  Muscle men and millionaires, philosophers and fighters leave all their man-made glory on the other side of the door of the prayer chamber.  In this issue of prayer, what counts is holy character, obedience and faith.


Wisdom for the Day

Wise words from Thomas Jefferson

To compel a man to furnish funds for the propagation of ideas he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical.

He who knows best knows how little he knows.

A wise and frugal government, which shall restrain men from injuring one another, shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labor the bread it has earned.

How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened.

I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just; that His justice cannot sleep forever.

If God is just, I tremble for my country.