Dewey's Daily Cup

Dear Family of our Lord Jesus Christ,

Merry Christmas!!! We love you all!

Before you start to drink your CUP go here now, Please read this story on forgiveness, how Deputy Robert Baron’s wife forgives the driver of the car that resulted in the death of her husband: http://www.fggam.org/krysia-baron-speaks-to-driver-of-car-that-killed-her-husband-you-are-forgiven/

Remember this story? The Christmas Carol That Stopped A War, please read and be blessed! http://www.fggam.org/krysia-baron-speaks-to-driver-of-car-that-killed-her-husband-you-are-forgiven/

I was just talking to my partner here at FGGAM Pastor Paul Holt and what God is doing through this little ministry. Years ago my Pastor Barry Dickens told me nothing wrong with Boasting, as long as we do it unto the Lord, I always try to do that, that is why God gave us the name of our ministry to be For His Glory Alone! From our research we know that FGGAM.ORG has become the number one Christian news web site for New Mexico. As Joe Monahan the number one news blogger in New Mexico stated on his site the other day, saying something like this: RIGHT WING PASTOR DEWEY MOEDE of Albuquerque’s For God’s Glory Alone…..We share that with you to show the effect FGGAM is having in the market place. We have the eyes and ears of the media. Missionary S. E. Coleman stated this upon hearing that: Hallelujah!!!! AMEN!!! PRAISE GOD!!! We are out to make a difference for Jesus Christ, to show the light of Jesus, to present the news from a Biblical perspective to be watchman on the wall. To also offer you inspirational posts from 26 writers who volunteer their time and God given talents! God has built quite a news dept! We have the only full time Christian news reporter in the state in Rick Stambaugh. So we give all Glory to God! Got this note from MarkDoering of Dallas yesterday, “Your the guy running with the ball and getting hit from the right and left, stay strong and strive for the goal. Christ has put before us. God wins!” Amen brother Mark, and with friends like you, we go forth in victory! Amen! We actually have 26 of us running with the ball! We have now run out of CD’s of my sermon, “Use Your God Given Talents” Thank you for all who have ordered them! You still can order! We are in the process of making more and also will soon, Lord Willing, have CD’s of the recent “The World We Live In” Conference. With a gift of $20.00 or more will will send you my latest CD, please pray about supporting FGGAM. Pastor Paul, his wife Jo, my Sharon and Isaac our CTO, have answered this call from God, please consider helping us! Please support Christian News! God has told us to expand our Radio and bring back out TV program for 2014, but we will not go in debt to do this. This ministry is to never owe anybody and money! One of the Ministries that has teamed with us is Dr. Charles Stanley! PRAISE GOD! I share with folks that he is the best Bible teacher in the world. We are able to hand out on a as needed basis his teaching’s on the Holy Spirit. I have seen the light of Jesus go on in people that read that book! Amen! Praise God! We love Shelia who reads this CUP everyday and works for Dr. Stanley and helps us spread the light of Jesus Christ across New Mexico! For God’s Glory Alone!

We are praying for Pastor Steve Hickey out of Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Steve is undergoing tests at the Mayo Clinic for a possible lung transplant because of a hereditary lung disease.We pray healing over pastor Steve.

Pastor Leonard Navarre has this praise report on his lovely wife Diana!

Lady Di update: thank you all so much for your prayers! Today follow update from thyroid surgery which was cancerous! But. Today's pathology report: praise God was excellent excellent. Of 17 lymph nodes tested ALL were clear of cancer. Cancer contained. Just have blood tested 3-5 yrs for markers! Again, you all are our treasures! Thank you so much for your love, concern AND mostly your prayers! Sola Deo Gloria!!!!!! Pastor Leonard

PRAISE GOD! THANK YOU LORD!!!!!

We continue to pray healing over Pastor Ray Franks.

Our prayers and sympathy go out to Darlene Fick Quiring's family as her Mother In law passed away last night. We pray for peace and strength for the family, in Jesus name, Amen! 

We ray for Franchesca Stevens who lost her job today, we pray that she find work now, we pray that to our Almighty Father, Amen! 

We pray for Di, who is having medical problems and had to cut back on her hours and then lost her health insurance. Di needs tests done to determine whether or not she has a brain tumor. She is a young lady in her late 20's we pray healing over her. We visited with her yesterday.

We pray for Joe that he moves closer to the Lord, we pray this to our Lord. We ministered with Joe yesterday. 

We pray for James for the same, we gave him the book on the Holy Spirit by Charles Stanley yesterday.

This Sunday I return to Reserve, NM to preach. Pastor Richard Gordon will be accompanying me and will also take part in the service. Please keep us in prayer.

 “It is in the dark that God is passing by. The bridge and our lives shake not because God has abandoned, but the exact opposite: God is passing by. God is in the tremors. Dark is the holiest ground, the glory passing by. In the blackest, God is closest, at work, forging His perfect and right will. Though it is black and we can't see and our world seems to be free-falling and we feel utterly alone, Christ is most present to us...” --Ann Voskamp (From Scot

For God's Glory Alone in the Love of Our Lord Jesus Christ, Dewey, Sharon, Paul, Jo and families 

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Dear Family of our Lord Jesus Christ,

Merry Christmas to you and yours!

Romans 15:13

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope

Please watch this video, A Marine’s Twas’ The Night Before Christmas: http://www.fggam.org/a-marines-twas-the-night-before-christmas/

Also go here for a Soldiers prayer: http://www.fggam.org/a-soldiers-prayer/

I though this was so beautifully written by Ruth Franks:

God is your hope, He is your peace, God is your source of strength, He is your Healer, God is you shelter, He is your confidence, God is your defender, He is your provision, He is your source of wisdom, God is your guide, He is your ever present help in time of trouble. God is all that you need. Today, you may be feeling unsure about what is going on around you – we all feel that way sometimes – but do not fear or panic. God is fully in control, and He knows just what you need today. However, you should never stop asking Him for help, and you should never relent from trusting in Him. God will show up on time and He does all things well.
I needed to remember this today.

I have received many calls and emails asking about the condition of my Dear Brother and Mentor, Pastor Ray Franks, he remains in the hospital and is very sick and please keep him and the family in your prayers. We pray the blood of Jesus over Brother Ray, your healing Oh Lord, to your faithful servant, Oh Lord! Thank you Lord for Ray and his testimony of your greatness to us all, in Jesus name, Amen!

By the way Ruth Franks is the daughter-in-law of Pastor Ray.

I love the Franks family so much, like my own. They have been so very kind to me and my family over the years.

Yesterday I was sharing on the phone with Pastor Leonard Navarre of Valley View Christian Church in Edgewood, NM about a miracle that had just taken place, more on that as when the Lord shows me too……

I have included a picture of the monthly Food Pantry at Valley View and of my mentor Pastor Leonard.

Valley Views is a Body of Christ that plants many seeds into their community and outside their community, they scatter them all over the world!

Here’s an example of how God works in the lives of people………and blesses those that serve Him. Here’s what Pastor Leonard has to share with us this morning:

Have to share with you!
Remember the story of VVCC serving about 800 Thanksgiving meals with our community.

Well a non-church goer saw the article and began talking to his neighbor who told him a little about what VVCC does in the community. The neighbor gave this non-church goer my phone number. He called and we talked and I invited him into the office to visit.

Well, he came and we talked this morning about an hour. As he began to leave he said he and his wife have been really blessed financially and loves what VVCC was doing in the community and wanted to help out. Well, he had a envelope and evidently he and his wife had discussed making a contribution to our Outreach Ministries. So he left the envelope. I prayed with him and invited him to come back and we could visit and of course invited him to VVCC.

Only after he left did I open the envelope to see about the check. Hold on to your seat. Better sit down.
The church was in the amount of $5000.00! WOW! Praise to the King of Kings who specializes in impossible things. Sola Deo Gloria!
Had to share this with you on a day of miracles.
Thank you for sharing Pastor Leonard.

John 15:1-27

“I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in me that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.
Keep your eyes on Jesus Christ, Do not turn to the left or the right, stay focused on HIM. Amen!
Are you planting seeds for the Lord?
Is what you are doing each day bearing fruit for the Kingdom of our Lord?

This story was submitted by Randy Thom, Merry Christmas!

MATT’S CHRISTMAS STORY

Pa never had much compassion for the lazy, or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities. But for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.
It was Christmas Eve – 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn’t been enough money to buy me the rifle that I’d wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.
After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace, and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself, and … to be honest … I wasn’t in much of a mood to read Scriptures. But Pa didn’t get the Bible. Instead, he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn’t figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn’t worry about it long though. I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.
Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold, clear night out and there was ice in his beard. “Come on, Matt,” he said. “Bundle up good; it’s cold out tonight.”
I was really upset then. Not only wasn’t I getting the rifle for Christmas – now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see. We’d already done all the chores, and I couldn’t think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this. But I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one’s feet when he’d told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn’t know what.
Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn’t going to be a short, quick, little job, I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load. Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn’t happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed.
“I think we’ll put on the high sideboards,” he said. “Here – help me.” The high sideboards?! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high sideboards on.
After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood — the wood I’d spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something. “Pa,” I asked, “What are you doing?”
“You been by the widow Jensen’s lately?” he asked. The widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I’d been by, but so what?
Yeah,” I replied, “Why?
“I rode by just today,” Pa said. “Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They’re out of wood, Matt.”
That was all he said, and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it. Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading, then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon. He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned, he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand. “What’s in the little sack?” I asked.
“Shoes – they’re out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn’t be Christmas without a little candy.”
We rode the two miles to widow Jensen’s pretty much in silence. I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn’t have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn’t have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy? Really … why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn’t have been our concern.
We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible. Then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice said, “Who is it?”
“Lucas Miles, Ma’am, and my son, Matt. Could we come in for a bit?”
Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another blanket and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.
“We brought you a few things, Ma’am,” Pa said … and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table.
Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out – one pair at a time. There was a pair for her and one for each of the children — sturdy shoes, the best — shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn’t come out.
“We brought a load of wood too, Ma’am,” Pa said. He turned to me and said, “Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let’s get that fire up to size and heat this place up.”
I wasn’t the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind … I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn’t speak.
My heart swelled within me, and a joy that I’d never known before filled my soul. I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.
I soon had the fire blazing and everyone’s spirits soared. The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn’t crossed her face for a long time.
She finally turned to us. “God bless you,” she said. “I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us.”
In spite of myself, the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again. I’d never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after widow Jensen mentioned it, I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others. The list seemed endless, as I thought on it.
Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord, that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.
Tears were running down widow Jensen’s face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn’t want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.
At the door, Pa turned to widow Jensen and said, “The Misses wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We’ll be by to get you about eleven. It’ll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn’t been little for quite a spell.” I was the youngest. My two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.
Widow Jensen nodded and said, “Thank you, brother Miles. I don’t have to say, ‘May the Lord bless you.’ I know for certain that He will.”
Out on the sled, I felt a warmth that came from deep within, and I didn’t even notice the cold. When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, “Matt, I want you to know something. Your ma and me have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn’t have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your ma and me were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do. Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand.”
I understood, and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on widow Jensen’s face and the radiant smiles of her three children.
For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens’, or split a block of wood, I remembered … and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night. Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night; he had given me the best Christmas of my life.
A long, long time ago, God looked down upon humanity from heaven upon high, and saw a heart-breaking need far greater than firewood for the cold and food for the hungry. He saw the grip of sin upon mankind, and He had a painful decision to make. Either let them die in their sins, or go down and rescue them. The Christmas Story is the outcome of His decision.
If you have a favorite Christmas story, will you send it to me? God Bless you! pastordewey
For God’s Glory Alone in the Love of our Lord Jesus Christ, Dewey, Sharon, Paul, Jo and families
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Dear family of our Lord Jesus Christ,

How does this speak to you?

“”Out of the south comes the storm, and out of the north the cold” Job 37:9

Merry Christmas! Just love those words! Amen!

We pray for Pastor Ray Franks of KAZQ CH 32 in Albuquerque who is in the hospital, We pray for complete healing, in Jesus name, Amen! I love Pastor Ray so much, he has been an excellent mentor of mine for years! Pastor Ray’s son, Brenton, reported that Ray was quite sick yesterday, he was asking for prayers for both Ray and Becky, Pastor Ray’s wife. We hold Ray and Becky up to our Lord! Amen!

We praise our Lord that Shari Hardway Johnson’s daughter, Whitney came through surgery today with flying colors, in Jesus name we give thanks! Amen! Praise God!

We also remain in prayer for Pastor Paul and Jo Holt and family as they mourn the death of their niece Sandi. Please keep them wrapped in your prayers.

Two stories I want to make sure you read today as God has shown me to share with you: 6 year old suspended for sexual harassment! really!!!!???!!?? http://www.fggam.org/6-year-old-boy-suspended-for-sexual-harassment/

And this story of a 91 year old WWII Veteran finally getting recognition: http://www.fggam.org/91-year-old-wwii-veteran-finally-receives-recognition-praise-god/

Isaac Milleson who serves us so well here at FGGAM as our CTO (Chief Technical Officer) graduated today at Tingley Coliseum from CNM with an AA degree in Computer Information Systems with a concentration in Digital Media!!! We praise God for Isaac and his lovely wife Laurie and the children. It is so wonderful to see young people so on track with God that walk in His favor. Isaac has been a huge blessing to FGGAM, helping bring us to a new level in service to the Kingdom of God. Under Isaac’s guidance FGGAM has achieved record levels of visitors each month since he joined us this past July. Congratulations Isaac and Laurie, as we know it takes team work to achieve goals that the Lord has given us.

This is an AWESOME story that fit’s the message of Christmas. It is extra special to me, because my Mom’s name is Ruth who resides in heaven. Thank you to pastor Leonard Navarre for proving This heart warming CUP!

Isaiah
65:24

This is a story written by
a doctor who worked in
Africa:

One night I had worked hard
to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of al l we could
do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying
two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby
alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an
incubator).

We also had no special
feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the
equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One
student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the
cotton wool that the baby would be wrapped
in.

Another went to stoke up
the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in
distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst
(rubber perishes easily in tropical
climates).

‘And it is our last hot
water bottle!’ she exclaimed. As in the West, it is no good crying
over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no
good crying over burst water
bottles.

They do not grow on trees,
and the re are no drugstores down forest
pathways.

‘All right,’ I said, ‘put
the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the
baby and the door to keep it free from drafts Your job is to keep
the baby warm.’

The following noon, as I
did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage
children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters
various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about
the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm
enough, mentioning the hot water bottle, and that the baby coul d
so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the
two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had
died.

During prayer time, one ten
-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of
our African children. ‘Please, God’ she prayed, ‘Send us a hot
water bottle today It’ll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby
will be dead, so please send it this
afternoon.’

While I gasped inwardly at
the audacity of the prayer, she added, ‘And while You are about
it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she’ll
know You really love
her?’

As often with children’s
prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say ‘Amen?’ I
just did not believe that God could do
this.

Oh, yes, I know that He can
do everything; the Bible says so. But there are limits, aren’t
there? The only way God could answer this particular prayer would
be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa
for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever,
received a parcel from
home.

Anyway, if anyone did send
me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the
equator!

Halfway through the
afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses’ training school, a
message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the
time I reached home, the car had gone, but there on the verandah
was a large 22-pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I
could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage
children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing
each knot. We folded the paper; taking care not to tear it unduly
Excitement was mounting. Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were
focused on the large cardboard box. > From the top, I lifted
out brightly-colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave
them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy
patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box
of mixed raisins and sultanas – that would make a batch of buns
for the weekend.

Then, as I put my hand in
again, I felt the…..could it really
be?

I grasped it and pulled it
out. Yes, a brand new, rubber hot water bottle. I
cried.

I had not asked God to send
it; I had not truly believed that He
could.

Ruth was in the front row
of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, ‘If God has sent
the bottle, He must have sent the dolly,
too!’

Rummaging down to the
bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully-dressed
dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never
doubted!

Looking up at me, she asked, ‘Can I go over with you
and give this dolly to that little girl, so she’ll know that Jesus
really loves her?’

‘Of course,’ I
replied!

That parcel had been on the
way for five whole months, packed up by my former Sunday school
class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God’s prompting to send a
hot water bottle, even to the
equator.

And one of the girls had
put in a dolly for an African child – five months before, in
answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it ‘that
afternoon.’

‘Before they call, I will
answer.’ (Isaiah 65:24)

When you receive this, say
the prayer. That’s all I ask. No strings attached. Just send it on
to whomever you
want but do send
it on.
Prayer is one of the best
free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot of rewards.
Let’s continue praying for one
another.

This awesome prayer takes
less than a minute.

Heavenly Father, I ask you
to bless my friends reading this. I ask You to minister to their
spirit. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where
there is self-doubting, release a renewed confidence to work
through them. Where there is tiredness or exhaustion, I ask You to
give them understanding, guidance, and strength. Where there is
fear, reveal Your love and release to them Your courage. Bless
their finances, give them greater vision, and raise up leaders and
friends to support and encourage them. I ask You to do these
things in Jesus’ name.
Amen

WOW! What a great story of encouragement for us all!

I will leave you with this today, I posted this from Adrian Rogers, and it hit a homerun! Please read and my comments!

The Wisdom in His Name From Adrian Rogers BIBLE MEDITATION: “But unto them which are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God, and the wisdom of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:24 DEVOTIONAL THOUGHT: Do you need a counselor sometimes? People come to pastors and counselors for wisdom. We can counsel from Scripture, but we can’t solve their problems. We can try to lead them to the One who can solve their problems, the Lord Jesus Christ. I don’t want them dependent upon me. I want them to know Jesus. He is the Counselor. There is wisdom in His name. “He is made unto us,” Paul says in 1 Corinthians1:30, “wisdom and righteousness and sanctification and redemption.” ACTION POINT: Are you going through a problem right now? You don’t know the way out. You don’t what to do. Every answer seems wrong. I want to recommend my counselor to you. Call upon the true Counselor. His name is Jesus. Not only is there wonder in His name. Friend, there is wisdom in His name. From Pastor Dewey: I find this post by Adrian Rogers so heart warming, as I get many calls a day, many for our little ministry, and the greatest counselor is God, not me. I cannot solve your problems. I encourage you to turn to God. God is the answer to all things. A personal relationship with Him is a must. I can help guide you in this walk with Jesus, but you must have a personal relationship with Him. In Jesus name I pray, Amen! I’m telling you Adrian Rogers may be in heaven now, but his works are still alive on earth! PRAISE GOD! What a legacy! What legacy will you and I leave? In the Love of our Lord Jesus Christ, Dewey, Sharon, Paul, Jo and families Visit us today! www.fggam.org If you would like to support the much needed work of For God’s Glory Alone Ministries, Dewey Moede, and Dewey’s Daily Cup please consider giving a financial gift. You can securely give by clicking on this link- http://www.fggam.org/donate.html then scroll down the page to securely give through PayPal. Be assured my friends, your gift will be of the greatest help in furthering the ministry work the Lord has laid upon us to carry out in His Holy Name. Thank you, Dewey Moede If you have friends or family you think would like to share a daily cup of inspirational coffee with Dewey please forward this email and encourage them to join Dewey’s Daily Cup. All they have to do is send an email saying “Sign me up!” to radiodewey. If you do not wish to be on this email list please kindly inform Dewey by sending him an email titled REMOVE at radiodewey@aol.com – we will take you off this email list asap