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Today’s Devotional | December 23 | LUKE 2:21-35 | Simeon’s Secret

Today's Devotional

Memory Verse
And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost, that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord’s Christ (Luke 2:26).

Simeon had a secret. It was just between him and the Lord. The Holy Spirit had revealed something to him and he didn’t tell a soul. He knew that he would not die until he had seen the Saviour.

When Joseph and Mary brought Jesus to the temple, Simeon knew that the promise of the ages had been fulfilled. Taking the babe in his arms, he blessed the Lord and said: “Lord, now lettest they servant depart in peace, according to thy word: For mine eyes have seen thy salvation” (Luke 2:29-30).

Some sacred secrets are locked away with God forever. No one can know the day or the hour of the Lord’s second coming. Many have made the mistake of thinking they have figured out the Scriptures enough to pinpoint the hour of the Lord’s return — only to be disappointed when that date has come and gone.

There is, however, Bible evidence that God does reveal some of His secrets to those who will walk close enough to Him. “The secret of the LORD is with them that fear him; and he will show them his convenant” (Psalm 25:14). The prophet Daniel said: “But there is a God in heaven that revealeth secrets… “ (Daniel 2:28).

The information that we have about Simeon lets us know that he was “…just and devout, waiting for the consolation of Israel: and the Holy Ghost was upon him” (Luke 2:25). In other words, he was a man of faith and totally dedicated to the Lord. Those are requirements for receiving God’s best. And that’s no secret.

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As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God…”

Psalm 42:1, 2

 “Soul Food” is a daily devotional written by Dr. Jack Van Impe that brings God’s Word to life.

“The Tender Touch” is a weekly devotional from the heart of Dr. Rexella Van Impe.


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    December 22 | PHILIPPIANS 2:5-11 | He Humbled Himself
    Memory Verse
    And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross (Philippians 2:8).

    Jesus humbled himself.

    If we are to be like Him we will have to forsake the way of pride and choose humility.

    He chose a stable instead of a palace.

    He chose swaddling clothes instead of costly garments.

    He chose a poor family instead of royalty.

    He chose shepherds as His first visitors instead of princes.

    He chose humble men to be his disciples instead of an honor guard.

    He washed the feet of His disciples when they were arguing over who should be the greatest in the kingdom.

    He chose the cross in order to purchase salvation for all who believe.

    D. L. Moody said: “A man can counterfeit love, he can counterfeit faith, he can counterfeit hope and all the other graces, but it is very difficult to counterfeit humility. You soon detect mock humility. There is an old saying that as the tares and the wheat grow they show which God has blessed. The ears that God has blessed bow their heads and acknowledge every grain, and the more fruitful they are the lower their heads are bowed. The tares lift up their heads erect, high above the wheat, but they are only fruitful of evil. If we can get down low enough, God will use us to His glory.”

    Andrew Murray wrote: “Just as water seeks to fill the lowest places, so God fills you with His glory and power when He finds you empty and abased.”

    Let us get low enough for God to bless.

    December 21 | ISAIAH 9:1-7 | His Many Names
    Memory Verse
    For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6).

    There are many names and titles given to Christ by the prophets.

    The reason?

    The language of man does not contain any one word to describe Him.

    Jesus is wonderful. He was wonderful in His birth; in His life; in His death; in His resurrection. He is wonderful in His power to change lives today. He will be wonderful in His return for His own, when He resurrects the Christian dead and catches all the saints up to Himself. He will be wonderful in His kingdom on earth, when all wrongs are made right and all the earth is filled with peace and blessing.

    Jesus is the greatest counselor known to man. He knows all about us. No problem is too difficult for Him and no appointment is needed to meet with Him. We can come to Him in every time of need. He has imparted more wisdom, lifted more burdens, dried more tears and shared more sorrows than all earth’s counselors and philosophers combined.

    Jesus is the Mighty God and the Everlasting Father. He combines omnipotence and compassion in meeting the needs of those who call upon Him. No wonder poets and composers fall short in their efforts to describe Him.

    Jesus is the Prince of Peace. Peace — what a good word it is! Yet, millions seek it in vain at the bottom of a bottle, at the end of a needle, or in the accumulation of money and property. Peace is received through faith in the Prince of Peace. And that makes it available to you today.

    December 20 | MICAH 5:1-7 | Bethlehem
    Memory Verse
    But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee, shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel, whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting (Micah 5:2).

    Great truths leap from this verse about Bethlehem. Though but a tiny village, Bethlehem would be the birthplace of the Messiah. The One born there would one day rule Israel. The birth in Bethlehem would be the incarnation of the Eternal God.
    Why was Bethlehem chosen?

    Bethlehem had been the birthplace of the son of sorrows. There Rachel gave birth to Jacob’s son and called him “Benoni,” meaning “son of my sorrow.” Jesus would be the “man of sorrows.”

    Bethlehem was the home of Boaz, who took Ruth to be his wife. Ruth was widowed, poor, discouraged and broken-hearted. Nevertheless, Boaz loved her and had compassion for her. He redeemed her — paid her debts — and took her for his own. Jesus receives the broken and discouraged. It was said of Him: “This man receiveth sinners.”

    Bethlehem was the place of the anointing of David. As the anointed king, he finally took the kingdom from Saul, who had failed. Jesus will sit upon the throne of His father David and bring peace to the world when man has run his course of bloodshed, violence and failure.

    Bethlehem was known as the “place of bread.” Jesus said, “...I am the bread of life: he that cometh to me shall never hunger; and he that believeth on me shall never thirst” (John 6:35).

    Bethlehem had a cool refreshing well. And all who come to Jesus find satisfaction for their thirsty souls.
    No wonder Jesus was born in Bethlehem.

    December 19 | MATTHEW 1:23-25 | The Virgin Birth
    Memory Verse
    Behold a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God is with us (Matthew 1:23).

    Belief in the virgin birth of Christ is a must if you accept the Bible as the Word of God. For centuries the prophets had been pointing toward the hour of the incarnation. Isaiah had written that the promised child would be born of a virgin (Isaiah 7:14). The New Testament writers agree. Matthew’s quote of Isaiah’s prophecy settles the matter.

    The virgin birth of Christ is a miracle that must be accepted by faith. Some are always trying to find ways to make miracles understandable. These faithless ones seek for a shallow place in the Red Sea through which the children of Israel could have crossed; a whale that could have swallowed Jonah and kept him alive for three days; a spring beneath a rock for Moses to strike in order to give water to his people and a wooden axe head to float when Elisha need to aid the troubled prophet. Away with such folly! We have a God of miracles. And the virgin birth of Christ is one of those miracles.

    The virgin birth of Christ is symbolic of the miracle of new birth that the Saviour will work in you if you come to Him and receive Him by faith. It is not enough to believe that Christ is capable of miracles. You can believe that and be lost. You can believe the historical facts about Jesus and be lost. But you can come to Him as a sinner and receive Him by faith and be saved. Be saved today.

    December 18 | MATTHEW 1:21-22 | The Name Jesus
    Memory Verse
    And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name JESUS: for he shall save his people from their sins (Matthew 1:21).

    While Joseph, the carpenter was still reeling from the revelation that Mary was with child, an angel appeared to him and explained the miraculous coming birth of Christ. Months before, a similar announcement had been made to Mary: “And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest...” (Luke 1:31,32).

    There are many names in the Bible and in history that are of great and lasting significance. But none compare with the name JESUS. Moses seems to have originated the name when he changed the name of Oshea to Jehoshua (Joshua), the Hebrew form of the name Jesus meaning “God’s salvation.” Joshua was a type or picture of Jesus. He succeeded Moses as leader. The Bible says that the law was given by Moses but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ (John 1:17). Joshua led the wandering people from the wilderness to Canaan. Christ is the great deliverer from slavery and leads His own to freedom and purpose. Walls fell before Joshua. Christ has broken down the wall between Jews and Gentiles and all can be saved by faith (Ephesians 2:14). Joshua led his people across the Jordan to the promised land. Christ leads His people to the abundant life and finally to heaven.

    That name meant salvation to the shepherds. It meant destruction to demons; cleansing to lepers; resurrections to the dead; and it brought hatred from the hypocrites. The name JESUS brings eternal life to those who trust the Saviour as their own today (Acts 4:12).

    December 17 | MATTHEW 1:17-20 | Joseph’s Fear
    Memory Verse
    But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take onto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost (Matthew 1:20).

    Only one verse in the Bible is taken to tell about Joseph’s discovery that his bride-to- be was with child, but the emotional trauma for this good man must have been devastating. His engagement to lovely Mary had undoubtedly set him to building dreams about their life together. Though a poor man, he was a carpenter and would be able to provide Mary many beautiful items made with his own hands. Then, all his world came crashing in on him. Mary was with child. There was no simple solution in such a case, but Joseph was a just and merciful man and so he decided that he would put her away as quietly as possible.

    In Joseph’s hour of trouble, an angel was sent to give him guidance. God often meets us in our times of trouble and fear. The angel’s message was intensely personal. He called Joseph by name and then immediately went to the heart of his misery. “Fear not,” the angel said. Those good words seem always to be in the vocabulary of angels. Explaining the miracle that was happening in Mary, the heavenly agent advised Joseph to go ahead with the marriage and assured him that the child conceived in her was of the Holy Ghost.

    What good news this was for Joseph! Beyond his expectations. The opposite of all his fears was true. What he had thought was the end of his dreams as a husband turned out to be the answer to his needs as a man. Joseph laid aside his fears and obeyed the Lord. And this is a good course for each one of us to follow.

    December 16 | JOHN 1:1-5 | The Light of the World
    Memory Verse
    In him was life; and the life was the light of men (John 1:4).

    An artist once drew a picture of a winter twilight — the trees heavily laden with snow and a dreary dark house, lonely and desolate, in the midst of the storm. It was a sad picture. Then with a quick stroke of yellow paint, he put a light in one window. The effect was magical. The entire scene was transformed into a vision of comfort and cheer. The birth of Christ was just such a light in a dark world.

    How long the years of waiting must have seemed. The prophets had said that He would come. “He will be born of a virgin and will be the Prince of Peace,” declared Isaiah. “The place of His birth will be Bethlehem,” insisted Micah. And all the other inspired spokesmen added their voices until the birth and mission of the Saviour became the hope of the ages. Still, century rolled into century and Christ did not come.

    Finally even the prophetic voices were stilled and inspired writing ceased. The voice of God was silent except as it was heard through the words already written. Darkness descended. Israel was ruled by Rome’s iron hand. Hope was nearly gone.

    Then, suddenly, all was changed. Angels were dispatched with urgent messages. The forerunner of Christ would be born. A virgin would give birth to One who would be called the “Son of the Highest.” The Roman Empire became part of the miracle and taxed its citizens, sending Joseph and Mary to Bethlehem to fulfill the prophet’s word. The heavenly host raised voices of highest praise. The hour the world had waited for had come. Christ was born.

    The light that began shining that night dispels the darkness in every trusting heart. And yet some choose the night.

    Week 52 | Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

    Have you ever wondered how the world
    must look to a little baby? After nine months
    of confinement, tucked close beneath its
    mother's heart, the world must seem a
    strange, vast place.

    Looking up from its crib, perhaps a little
    one's first awareness is of faces looking
    down. Probably the first person to attract
    the baby's attention would be its mother.

    "Who is this person?" might be the baby's
    first question, if it could speak. I'm told
    that the miraculous, divinely-planned
    bonding between child and mother begins
    almost immediately after birth. Many
    experts believe a baby even recognizes its
    mother's voice from months of hearing it
    inside the womb.

    And the baby's next question might be,
    "Who is that man?" Given the proper time,
    care, and attention from the male parent,
    the infant will grow to recognize and love its
    father, too. Throughout every stage of its
    growth and development, that child needs
    the influence and nurture of both a mother
    and father. Expressing affection to the child
    in a positive way, like hugging, is important
    in developing a sense of security.

    Father's importance

    Sorry to say, too often there is not
    enough of a relationship between fathers
    and children. There is too little male
    bonding. Some recent studies have determined
    that a great many men spend only about
    ten minutes a day with their children. As a
    result, fathers are virtual strangers to their
    offspring. Children can't identify with their
    father -- they don't know who he is or what
    he stands for. They would find it impossible
    to say what their dad's outlook and
    philosophy is.

    This condition is one of the sad and
    serious consequences of homes broken by
    divorce. There are millions of single-parent
    homes where children grow up never
    knowing the influence of a man in the house.

    Even in homes with mothers and
    fathers, sometimes dads spend too many
    hours watching TV, or involving themselves
    in hobbies or activities that take them away
    from their children. Sometimes, even church
    activities can keep men really busy with
    Sunday and Wednesday services, and
    perhaps one or two other nights of serving on
    boards or committees.

    Because of the hectic pace of modern life...
    and possibly even because of the demented,
    evil behavior of a small percentage of men
    who victimize and abuse youngsters -- the
    normal, healthy bond of intimacy between
    father's and children is deteriorating.

    In recent months, there seems to be a
    new emphasis on developing positive
    parent-child relationships -- especially with fathers.
    I applaud this and encourage every Christian
    father to invest more time and interest in
    his children. Almost nothing is more
    important to the whole family's welfare than
    for the man of the house to be a real father.

    As I look back over my childhood and
    teenage years, I realize what an important
    role my dad, Rex Shelton, played in my life.
    And looking around at the multiplied
    thousands of youngsters who have absolutely
    no father-image, or a father who takes little
    or no interest in them, or even worse, a
    father who persecutes and abuses them,
    my heart goes out to them.

    No wonder our youth are out of control,
    our families deteriorating, and our nation
    veering disastrously off course! God, give
    us fathers -- godly men like my precious dad!

    Caring and sharing

    I knew my father. He was a real, flesh
    and blood, down-to-earth person. He was
    not afraid to share his struggles and troubles
    openly -- not to burden his children but to
    let us see how he worked through hard
    times and faced adversity...and how he
    trusted God. He openly showed us the
    reality of Christian living.

    Dad had a big heart. He cared for others,
    and always was quick to extend a helping
    hand. Dad came from a family of eight
    children, and he even helped take care of
    his brothers and sisters, taking responsibility
    for them until they were old enough to
    be on their own.

    My dad was tenderhearted...and not
    afraid of tears. He was moved by the feelings
    of others. If I cried, often he cried too,
    sharing my sorrow, and offering comfort and
    encouragement. I always knew he cared.

    He also was free-spirited and fun loving,
    and never outgrew the joy of playing. I
    remember going swimming and water skiing,
    and tobogganing with him in the snow.
    Once, when I was just a little girl, Dad and I
    were out walking in the snow and I got so
    cold I couldn't stand it. Dad picked me up,
    put me inside his coat, wrapping it snugly
    around both of us. I felt so secure in
    hisarms -- protected, safe, warm, and loved.

    That's really how Dad made me feel all
    my life. I never remember him saying, "Leave
    me alone -- I don't have time for you right
    now." He made time for me when I needed
    and wanted him -- he was always there,
    physically and emotionally.

    When I had a serious tooth problem and
    had to go to the dentist for a root canal, it
    was Dad who took me and held my hand
    through the frightening ordeal. And it was
    Dad who taught me to face reality, putting
    Merthiolate on a scrape and saying, "Rexella,
    this WILL hurt...but it will help you get well."

    Dad knew how to make me feel special.
    Sometimes I'd follow him out into the
    backyard garden -- just because I enjoyed walking
    with him and looking at the vegetables. He'd
    find the biggest and best red tomato in the
    whole garden and give it to me, along with a
    salt shaker he'd carried in his pocket just
    for that walk.

    Children love to know what their fathers
    do. My dad was a quality control inspector
    on a General Motors auto assembly line.
    I'll never forget when he took me to see his
    work. I was so proud of him -- I thought he
    was so important. It made me look up to
    him even more.

    My father did not send me to church
    with my mother -- he took us to church as a
    family. I started singing at church when I
    was about five years old. When I'd look out
    at the congregation, Dad was always there
    and his face shone with approval! Years
    later, when Jack and I were young
    evangelists, whenever we were within 50-100 miles
    of home, Dad would drive over to be in our
    services. Sometimes it meant he could only
    sleep four or five hours that night because he
    was up each morning at 5:30 a.m. for work.

    I've always thought it must be profoundly
    painfulto be publicly ridiculed or disciplined
    by one's parent. Dad always corrected me
    privately. I sometimes needed correction --
    and I got it! But Dad never humiliated me
    or made my misdeeds a public spectacle.
    And he used my mistakes as opportunities
    to teach me a better way.

    Once I was trying to train a puppy to do
    tricks -- with little results. I got so exasperated
    that I was yelling! Dad came out with
    a handful of treats and said, "Try using
    these as rewards -- it will work better." Then
    he told me that when he was a boy, his
    mother had taught him to use sugar cubes
    instead of a stick to train his horse. I never
    forgot that lesson.

    Godly father

    I was so fortunate -- so blessed to have a
    good father. It was never difficult for me to
    understand or receive God's love because I
    had experienced the love of an earthly father.
    I could believe God would take my burdens
    (Psalm 55:22), supply my needs (Philippians
    4:19), protect me (Psalm 91:11), direct me
    (Proverbs 3:5,6), and give me everlasting
    life and love (John 3:16). My earthly father
    had exemplified all these things to me. If
    Dad had these qualities, how could I doubt
    that God had them to the ultimate degree?

    My dad taught me how to live. And he
    also taught me how to die. When my father's
    life came to an end, I remember the whole
    family gathering in his hospital room to
    spend the last precious hours with him. He
    suffered in dignity...and died in peace.

    Shortly before he crossed over into
    heaven, I was alone with Dad for a few
    minutes. I asked, "Dad, we don't have a lot
    of time left to be together here in this world.
    Is there anything you have to tell me?"

    He was quiet for a long moment, then he
    squeezed my hand gently and said, "Fulfill
    the reason for which you've been born!"
    Those words have been my goal ever since.
    And with all the strength and wisdom I can
    summon, each day I try to give my best...to
    the work of God that is my life's calling.

    Walking through the valley

    Not long after this happened, Dad stirred
    a bit and said, "Look, I'm walking through
    the valley!"

    "Who is waiting for you on the other
    side?" I asked, as tears streamed down my cheeks.

    "My Lord," he said. "My Lord is waiting."

    In a few minutes, Dad said he needed to
    rest, but he wanted to pray before he went
    to sleep. I held his hand as he prayed. He
    said, "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the
    Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before
    I wake, I pray the Lord, my soul to take."

    I knew Dad could lay down to sleep,
    knowing he had been a good father -- that
    his primary work was done. Like the Apostle
    Paul, he could say, "I've finished the course."

    Looking back fondly, somehow it seems
    just right that, in his last supplication, Dad
    would revert to that simple, beautiful child's
    bed-time prayer. After all, he was moving
    into the presence of his Father.

    The other day, after an exhausting
    session before the TV cameras, I was feeling a
    bit weary and under the weather. For some
    reason, when I got home I opened an old
    scrapbook, and a piece of paper fluttered
    loose. It was a church attendance slip from
    my childhood days. Written on the back, in
    Dad's handwriting, was a note he'd jotted
    down for me after I'd sung at church. But
    his words reached across the years and
    blessed me once again. "Dear Rexella," I
    read through my tears, "this was your most
    beautiful and best yet. Love, Dad."

    Week 51 | Listen to the Birds

    My husband, Jack, and I have a special
    fondness for birds. We enjoy seeing them
    fly, darting from tree to tree, soaring and
    wheeling about, riding the wind in joyous freedom.

    And it's fun to watch them splash in a
    puddle or pool of water, bathing themselves
    and carefully preening their feathers.

    We have two feeders and a drinking bowl
    in our backyard, and the birds have discovered
    this safe haven. Besides sparrows,
    cardinals, robins, blackbirds, and other
    small songbirds, we've seen crows, doves,
    mallard ducks, and even Canadian Geese
    in our yard. Sometimes there will he
    several different kinds of birds there all at the
    same time.

    Jack and I love to watch them -- and so
    does Finica, our cat. She sits by the sliding
    glass door and stares out at the birds. She
    gets so intense that her whiskers twitch!
    Now and then, a bird will land on the patio
    near the door, and Finica's eyes get so big.
    But we don't let her out for fear that her
    natural feline instincts might overpower her
    usually friendly disposition.

    I especially enjoy listening to the birds.
    More than any other creature, it seems to
    me they have learned to serve the Lord with
    gladness:
    [and] come before his presence with
    singing
    (Psalm 100:2).

    When God created the fowl of the air on
    the fifth day of creation, He gave them a
    song. And virtually all types of birds make
    some kind of joyful noise -- it seems like
    they're always praising the Lord. I've seen
    them after a winter snowstorm, sitting on
    top of the feeders, thankfully chirping and
    singing because the food is there.

    Jesus once referred to the sparrows,
    which many consider an ordinary little bird
    with no apparent value. But He, who
    values all His creatures, said not one of them
    falls to the ground without God noticing
    (see Matthew 10:29).

    Luke records what the Lord said about
    the common crow. Consider the ravens; for
    they neither sow nor reap; which neither have
    storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them:
    how much more are ye better than the fowls?

    (Luke 12:24).

    Watching the birds and remembering
    what God has said about them has really
    been a blessing to Jack and me.

    Lessons from the birds

    There is much we can learn from our
    fine feathered friends. The Bible is filled
    with references to birds as symbols of what
    we humans ought to be or can do with
    God's help.

    On the top of the pole where our American
    flag flies there often is the image of an
    eagle, symbol of strength and majesty. The
    Bible tells us that if we wait upon the Lord,
    He will give us strength to overcome every
    difficulty and to mount up on wings, as the
    eagle (see Isaiah 40:31).

    Genesis 8 tells us that when the ark
    landed on solid ground after the great flood,
    Noah sent out a dove to see if the land was
    habitable. The dove found no place to light
    and returned to the ark. A week later,
    Noah sent the dove out again and it
    returned in the evening with an olive branch
    in its beak. So Noah knew it would soon be
    safe to go out into the unknown.

    Of course, it is no accident that the dove
    is symbolic of the Holy Spirit who wings His
    way over the abyss of man's sinful past,
    bridged by the sacrificial ark of the cross of
    Christ, and leads all who will follow step by
    step into the Father's new beginning.

    God used a common barnyard rooster
    to deal with the heart of Peter during the
    last days of Jesus' life. After Peter had
    boasted that he would stay close to the
    Lord no matter what happened or who
    turned against Him, Jesus told Peter that
    he would deny Him before the cock crowed
    the next morning.

    The gospels tell the awful story of how
    Jesus was betrayed by Judas in the Garden
    of Gethsemane, then taken before Caiaphas
    the high priest to be sentenced to death.
    Warming himself by the fire at the edge of
    the angry mob, Peter was asked once, twice,
    three times if he knew or was a companion
    to this Jesus.

    Once, twice, three times -- with oaths --
    Peter denied knowing the Lord! And at that
    darkest hour, just before the dawn, a rooster
    crowed! Instantly Peter remembered his
    prideful boast and Jesus' prophetic words...
    and he wept bitterly.

    Of course, we know Peter repented and
    went on to become a leader in proclaiming
    the message of Christ's death and
    Resurrection all across the known world.

    Being fed by the birds

    You may remember the story of how God
    used birds to answer the prayers of the
    Children of Israel. After wandering in the
    wilderness for many years and being fed on
    manna, the people cried out for meat. God
    caused coveys of quail to come near their
    camp until there was plenty to feed all the people.

    The Old Testament tells of the Prophet
    Elijah being sent into the wilderness to wait
    beside the brook Cherith. Twice a day the
    Lord sent ravens to deliver his food. And the
    ravens brought him bread and flesh in the
    morning, and bread and flesh in the evening

    (1 Kings 17:6).

    Imagine depending on crows to deliver
    your breakfast and supper! I'm not sure I'd
    want to trust them with my food. But Elijah
    did...and he never went hungry.

    Are birds good parents?

    I'm certainly not an ornithological
    expert, but I've been impressed about the
    strong parental instinct birds seem to have.
    It's fascinating to watch them building a
    nest, gathering twigs, straw, string, and
    grass to fashion a fragile but sturdy place
    to lay their eggs.

    In some species, both father and mother
    bird take turns sitting on the nest, keeping
    the eggs safe and warm. And once the little
    ones come out of the eggs, the parents feed
    the babies until they grow large enough to fly.

    I've seen mother birds fiercely attack
    other birds, even animals, that prowled too
    close to their nest. In many instances, the
    mother seems willing to give her own life to
    protect her young.

    During the time the baby birds are being
    incubated, then fed and cared for until they
    can fly away, nothing is more important to
    the mother bird. Her babies are the center
    of her life and the sole reason for her existence.

    In our day, necessity sometimes forces
    both parents to work outside the home. Still,
    I can't help feeling there are lessons both
    fathers and mothers can learn about
    parenting from the example of the birds.
    Most of all, we must understand how
    precious the lives of our children really are,
    worth any sacrifice to protect and nurture
    in the fear and admonition of God.

    Once for a lifetime

    I'm impressed with the instinct of birds
    to be good, faithful partners. I've heard
    that some species, including the turtle dove,
    mate once for a lifetime. Once a male and
    female come together, they stay with their
    mate and remain faithful to each other
    until separated by death.

    Oh, that these beautiful creatures could
    teach the men and women of America the
    lessons of fidelity and faithfulness. In a
    society where there are more divorces being
    granted than new marriages performed,
    surely we need to turn again to the example
    of these beautiful creatures for instruction
    in living as God intended.

    Listen, my friend, to the voices of the
    little birds, and hear God speaking to you
    today. Observe the life-style and the joy of
    these beautiful creatures and learn anew of
    God's plan for your life.

    Satellite telemissions

    Ecclesiastes 10:20 says, For a bird of the
    air shall carry the voice, and that which hath
    wings shall tell the matter
    .

    As you know, an important part of this
    ministry's outreach now is transmitting the
    gospel worldwide via communications
    satellites in space. Using the uplink dish on
    the roof of our World Outreach Center, we
    can beam a TV signal from our studio to a
    satellite, which rebroadcasts it back to
    earth -- to a coverage area including scores
    of entire nations, reaching a potential
    viewing audience of multiplied millions of people.

    Did you know that, in the TV communications
    industry, the slang term for an
    orbiting communications satellite is...a bird!
    "We'll beam this up to 'the bird,'" they say,
    "and let it relay the signal to the other side
    of the world!"

    So the words of Solomon have become
    another fulfilled prophecy! For today a "bird"
    does indeed carry the voice of the gospel,
    and "that which hath wings" is proclaiming
    the matter of God's Word to the ends of the earth.

    What an exciting day in which to be
    alive! And what a thrill it is for Jack and
    me to be partners with you in helping to
    carry out Christ's Great Commission to
    evangelize our world in this generation.

    Week 50 | Through the Eyes of a Child

    Just last week I met and talked with a
    friend I hadn't seen in a while. Right away I
    said, "You look so sad!" I could tell by her
    eyes.

    Certainly our eyes do serve as a
    barometer of our inner being and can express
    deep-rooted feelings and emotions without
    a word being spoken.

    The English poet William Blake said our
    eyes are "windows of the soul." I'm sure
    you've noticed that the eyes of those around
    you communicate in a dramatic way their
    state of mind -- anger, fear, mischief,
    tenderness, love, excitement, boredom, etc.

    Doctors often look into the eyes of their
    patients while examining them to determine
    their state of health.

    So it's not really surprising to discover
    that the Bible has much to say about our
    eyes -- there are numerous references
    throughout both the Old and New
    Testaments. Only recently have I begun to
    comprehend just how important our eyes are to
    our spiritual well-being -- that where we look
    and what we see help determine who we
    are and what we become.

    The Apostle John speaks of the lust of the
    eyes
    (1 John 2:16), and Peter warns against
    those having eyes full of adultery, and that
    cannot cease from sin
    (2 Peter 2: 14).

    The psalmist, recognizing that what is
    fed into our eyes affects what we become,
    affirms, I will set no wicked thing before
    mine eyes
    (Psalm 101:3). And the Apostle
    Paul, in what may be my life's foundation
    verse, urges us to continue looking unto
    Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith

    (Hebrews 12:2).



       Some time ago, our ministry had an open
    house in which we invited friends and
    partners to come tour our World Outreach
    Center and visit personally with Dr. Van Impe
    and me and our staff. About 1,500 people
    toured our headquarters in a single
    afternoon -- it was wonderful to greet so many
    friends.

    I couldn't help noticing how many little
    children came through with their parents.
    And inevitably, when I looked down at them,
    they would be looking directly into my eyes.
    I would find myself kneeling to get to their
    eye level...and happily, many times they
    ended up in my arms.

    But I began noticing how children look
    at the world. They spend a lot of time
    looking up! And when they encounter an
    adult, they look into his or her face, up into
    the eyes.

    Children are very perceptive. They can
    tell, almost at a glance, if a person is friendly
    or menacing, if they can trust the person or
    should run away. By looking into the eyes
    of the adults around them, they sense if
    they are welcome or are intruding. And
    they can tell almost instantly if their parents
    are pleased with them or disapproving.

    Jack and I were having breakfast at a
    little pancake house not long ago when a
    mother and her two children came in. They
    sat at a nearby table -- the little boy was
    unceremoniously dumped into a high chair
    and the little girl thumped into a chair across
    from the mother. Once seated, she paid
    little attention to the youngsters, staring
    away from them, with a disgruntled look on
    her face.

    When the little boy peered up at the
    chandelier, pointed a chubby finger and said,
    "See! See!" -- her response was a terse, "Eat!"
    And when the little girl squirmed and tried
    insistently to get her mother's attention, the
    unseeing, uncaring reply was, "Be quiet --
    sit up."

    When Jack and I finished eating and he
    went to pay the bill, I walked over to the
    table where this mother and her youngsters
    were sitting.

    "You are so fortunate," I said.

    With a bit of a start, she asked, "Why?"

    "You have such beautiful children -- they
    are so sweet," I said. Then I leaned down
    and looked into the eyes of the little boy
    and said, "You are so good." My reward
    was a bright, innocent smile.

    "I'm good too," said the little girl.

    "I know you are, honey," I acknowledged.
    "What a sweet sister you are...and so pretty!"
    With just those few words, the child
    blossomed like a rose.

    The mother barely smiled, even during
    the little conversation I was having with her
    children -- she hardly responded, managing
    a mumbled "Thank you" as I walked away.

    I couldn't help wondering how many
    children are rebuffed and desensitized by
    parents whose eyes are too full of other
    things to really see and respond to their
    own youngsters.

    "You are a delight!"

    Jerry Dillon is head of Century HealthCare,
    the largest health-care provider for children
    in the country. His organization operates
    52 youth programs and 19 facilities in nine
    states, specializing in treating emotionally-troubled
    youngsters.

    "If parents would look for the things in
    their children that delight them, and tell
    them so, what a difference it would make,"
    says Dillon. "A great prescription to help
    build a better relationship and a stronger
    bond between parent and child is simply
    for the parent to find some reason each day
    to tell his son or daughter, "You are a
    delight!"

    Much of what we feel -- delight or
    aggravation -- is communicated through our eyes,
    whether we verbalize it or not. So often I've
    noticed how a child will look into its mother's
    (or father's) face for approval, guidance,
    security, reassurance, and love. Without a
    word being spoken, so many important
    things are communicated...through the eyes
    of a child.

    Suffer the little children

    No wonder children were attracted to
    our Saviour during His earthly ministry.
    The New Testament tells how the children
    thronged about Him until the disciples were
    going to send them away. But the Lord
    said, "Suffer the little children to come unto
    me, and forbid them not: for of such is the
    kingdom of God
    (Mark 10: 14).

    The Bible doesn't tell us specifically, but
    I'm very sure each of those little ones came
    close to the Lord and looked up into His
    face, directly into His eyes. What they saw
    there -- love, acceptance, safety -- made them
    relax and feel free. I think they wanted to
    climb up onto His lap and just be near Him.

    Many learned and wise theologians have
    speculated about the meaning of Jesus'
    words concerning children and the kingdom
    of God. Certainly I do not claim to have
    greater knowledge or wisdom than they
    have. But I have my own idea about what
    He meant.

    Perhaps He was suggesting that if we
    looked up into His eyes more often, we would
    find the peace, direction, and strength we
    need for our lives. We can find the answer
    for guilt, sorrow, pain, and loneliness in
    ourSaviour'sloving gaze.

    Keep your eyes on Jesus

    Our problems come when we take our
    eyes off Jesus, when we look away from His
    love, guidance, strength, and sustaining power.

    The Gospel of Matthew relates the
    thrilling story of Peter walking on the water
    toward Jesus. The Lord had come to the
    disciples as their boat was tossed by a
    stormy sea. As long as Peter kept his eyes
    on Jesus, he was fine. But when he saw
    the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and

    [began] to sink (Matthew 14:30).

    I've found in my own experience that
    when I felt life's problems were about to
    overwhelm me, it was because I had taken
    my eyes off Jesus and fixed them on my
    troubles. When I looked to Him, He saw me through.

    From time to time, I meet an individual
    who is disillusioned -- even cynical -- about
    the Church. Sometimes they say they have
    lost their faith -- they don't believe in
    anything anymore.

    As I visit with people like this, I usually
    discover that they have been disappointed
    in the mistakes and failures of a particular
    religious leader -- their eyes had been fixed
    on a man. Once they looked back to Jesus,
    the bitterness and disillusionment lost its
    intensity, and the healing love of Christ
    could make them over again.

    One of the most beautiful and powerful
    verses in all of the Bible, for me, is found in
    Matthew's account of Peter, James, and
    John at the transfiguration of Christ. After
    the disciples had bowed down in the
    awesome presence of God, Jesus told them not
    to be afraid. And the scripture says --

    And when they had lifted up their eyes,
    they saw no man, save Jesus only
    (Matthew 17:8).

    No wonder Jesus said we should become
    as little children to enter the kingdom of
    God. Their eyes are focused in the right
    direction. Lord help us to keep our eyes on
    You...to seek Your will by looking into Your
    face -- through the eyes of a child!

    Week 49 | Remember, I’m Your Friend

    A righteous man regardeth the life of his
    beast; but the tender mercies of the wicked
    are cruel
    (Proverbs 12: 10).

    Ever since I was a little girl, animals and
    flying creatures have been very special to
    me. Although they do not have an everlasting
    soul or spirit to live on forever, I truly
    believe they do feel and express emotions...
    and they can be great companions.

    God's creation

    In fact, the first companions God created
    for mankind were animals. The Lord
    gave them a remarkable emotional
    sensitivity. For example, at times when I've been
    ill, my cat, Finica, would come lie by my
    side and not leave. But when I'm well and
    joyful, she's joyful, too.

    Because animals are sensitive and have
    feelings, I feel we, as the highest of God's
    creation, should take the responsibility to
    care for the animals God gave to us for
    companions.

    As a little girl, I always had a natural
    instinct to care for animals. If a bird flew in
    front of my father's car, it would make my
    heart flip, afraid it wouldn't get out of the
    way in time. And I instinctively wanted to
    help and protect all animals...even more so
    as I realized my God-given responsibility.

    And now it seems as though, in my
    awareness, I see many animals that I could
    help.

    A sad truth about the day in which we're
    living is that most people don't want to be
    bothered, even if another person needs our
    help on the street, much less an animal.
    Most folks seem to just drive right by. But
    we mustn't allow ourselves to become so
    calloused that we don't care. I believe if we
    can ignore an animal in need, we'll ignore
    people in need. If we abuse animals, we'll
    abuse people.

    In fact, the Michigan Humane Society
    released a study which indicated that often
    animal abusers become child abusers! So
    if one finds himself becoming callous and
    indifferent to animals, he'd better watch
    himself.

    The rescue

    One day I was driving to the store and,
    at a very busy intersection, I found the most
    beautiful white police dog. Cars were
    honking and screeching around him, and
    the poor animal was frantically going back
    and forth in the middle of the traffic. I
    realized if someone didn't rescue the dog, it
    would be killed. I stopped, put on my car's
    blinker lights, and went over to the dog.
    When I called, he came immediately, tail
    wagging. I led him to the car and he jumped
    in the back seat.

    My new friend had a collar on, so I knew
    that someone had cared for him. By making
    a few inquiries, I soon found that his home
    was about a mile from where I'd found him.
    And when I took him home, his owners
    were absolutely elated that I had found their
    dog. He had gone out of the fenced backyard
    through an open gate. By the time they
    had realized he was out, he'd gotten lost.
    I'm not sure who was happiest that he was
    home -- the dog, his owners...or me!

    On several occasions, I've rescued stray
    cats, fed them, and either returned them to
    their owners, or found a new home for them.
    Also, Jack and I give regularly to our local
    humane society to help in this work with animals.

    Get involved

    If everybody would be willing to get
    involved a few times in their lives, think of
    how many animals could be helped. And I
    believe if we are tenderhearted toward
    animals, we'll love people more, also. If we're
    willing to do something for someone
    -- who can't do anything in return
    for us, it says something about the kind of
    people we are...it says something about our
    character.

    Recently, I saw an essay in the Detroit
    Free Press Magazine
    that moved me so much
    I asked permission to share it with you. I
    pray it will touch your heart and motivate
    you to get involved first with needy people
    and then, with needy animals. Don't be
    like those who did not care, but be a good
    samaritan. (See Luke 10:36,37).


    See Spot Die

    by Javan Kienzel

    I had your dog put to sleep the other
    day. You gave me little alternative.

    It was in the midst of one of Michigan's
    April weather-by-the-hour blizzards. I saw
    her -- a pitiful heap on the edge of the Eight
    Mile median. Lots of other drivers had to
    see her, but traffic was heavy and the
    weather, as I said, was bad.

    I don't know who you are, but she was
    once your dog. She was wearing a collar
    (but no tags, so you can't be identified) and,
    as I learned later, she had been spayed.

    As I approached her, I could see she was
    a small, mixed breed. She pulled herself to
    her feet, backed up, and bared her teeth. I
    used my folded coat as a shield and tried to
    get closer. She continued to retreat,
    snarling.

    I tried a different ploy. I opened the
    front and rear doors of my car and walked
    off a distance. After some hesitation, she
    finally clambered up into the front seat.

    She was alternately baring her teeth and
    barking as I approached. I spoke quietly,
    in what I hoped were reassuring tones, as I
    inched closer. Finally, she retreated to the
    passenger seat. Still holding my coat as a
    buffer, I slowly slid into the driver's seat
    and carefully put the car in gear.

    As we entered traffic, she shook herself,
    giving me and the car's interior a muddy
    shower. She must have been out in the
    sleet for a long while.

    Gradually, she settled down, although
    she whimpered every so often. She didn't
    seem able to get comfortable.

    Time was short. I was headed for a
    medical appointment that had taken me
    some time to get. I continued to speak
    quietly to the dog, who now accepted my
    touch. I patted her head cautiously, and
    when I stopped for a light, ran my hand
    over her body to check for injuries. She
    winced as I came to a huge swelling and a
    raw, jagged wound.

    I stopped at two veterinary clinics, but
    neither could locate a convenient animal
    shelter. Mercifully, the second clinic agreed
    to keep her while I kept my appointment.

    When I returned after my appointment,
    the dog came to me willingly and entered
    the car without problem.

    She obviously needed help. But where
    to get it?

    The last time I had picked up a stray, I
    had thrown myself on the mercy of our
    neighborhood vet. He had accepted the
    animal, kept it overnight, and phoned the
    shelter for a pickup the next day. I would
    throw myself -- and my passenger -- on their
    mercy again.

    No prodigal was ever given a more caring
    welcome. Dr. Chang, aided by Dr. Muns
    and one of the staff, with the aid of a rabies
    stick, finally removed the now near-frantic
    dog from the car and carried her into the
    examining room, all the while speaking
    gently and reassuringly to the terrified
    animal.

    An X-ray, blood test, and examination
    told the story. The dog was somewhere
    between six and seven years old. It
    appeared she had been a stray for some time:
    she was thin to the point of emaciation,
    and burrs were matted in her coat. She
    had a variety of skin tumors and cysts.
    She bore evidence of battles, some old, some
    more recent, probably with cats and other
    dogs -- but one unhealed laceration looked
    as if it might be a gunshot wound of some
    kind, with the possibility that a BB or shot
    was still lodged in her. There was
    suppurating ear infection; her eyes were reddened,
    and she had a temperature of 104 degrees.
    Her stool consisted largely of bones --
    evidence that, without decent food, she had
    barely survived by scavenging. Her heart
    was enlarged; there were growths in the
    abdominal/lung area, and arthritis of the
    spine.

    Even had the immediate problems been
    healed, and even had she been fed and
    cleaned, her life expectancy was undoubtedly
    only a very few months -- and wretchedly
    agonizing months at that.

    "Please put her out of her misery," I said.

    They led the little dog in from the X-ray
    room. Seeing me, she wagged her tail
    feebly and, as I knelt, she crept to me and
    rested her head trustingly in the curve of
    my arms.

    One of the assistants had told me once,
    "I always try to be there and hold an animal
    whose owner isn't there when it has to be
    euthanized." I was glad she was there with
    me now. Both of us held and petted and
    spoke to the little dog as Dr. Chang inserted
    the merciful needle.

    It was over in a minute. Peacefully and
    quietly she relaxed and went limp. As she
    lay there on the towel, we stroked her
    battered body.

    She was out of her misery.

    She was a good little dog. With decent
    care, she could have lived a long life. You
    gave her about six years.

    You cared for her once upon a time, to
    some degree. You had her spayed. Did it
    trouble you at all to abandon this friendly
    little dog? Did her friendship mean nothing
    at all to you? Or is this the way you treat
    your friends?

    When you last saw her, she was a frisky,
    healthy pet, trusting, secure, and happy.
    That was when you discarded her.

    I thought it of some importance that you
    know what happened to her after you
    dumped her.

    I'm projecting a bit now, but I think she
    waited for you to reclaim her. I think she
    knew you'd come and rescue her. She could
    not have fathomed how you could do
    otherwise. I think that's one of the reasons she
    resisted my first efforts: She was still
    waiting for you.

    She'd been thrown on her own in a hard
    city -- frightened, cold, harried, bewildered.
    Hunger drove her to rummage through
    garbage that ravaged her insides. Larger dogs
    attacked and mutilated her. She fled from
    bullets. But she kept coming back to where
    you'd left her. Her spirit and flesh were
    almost dead when I found her. She was
    living only for your return.

    I had your dog put to sleep the other
    day. You gave me little alternative.

    Reprinted from Detroit Free Press Magazine (April 29,
    1990) by permission.