Dear Family of our Lord Jesus Christ,
Sorry about the late CUP we have been reporting BREAKING NEWS:
BREAKING NEWS FROM THE FGGAM NEWS DESK: Photo from Pastor Leonard Navarre on Tramway in Albuquerque. Pastor Leonard reports to us that difficult driving conditions are being experienced on I-40 near Edgewood, New Mexico and Sedillo Hill, east and west. Please drive carefully. Leonard reports that driving in from Edgewood to Albuquerque was hazardous. He has seen a jackknifed semi and a school bus wreck in his travels this morning. He reports 6 inches of snow with 10 inches expected in Edgewood and a current temp of 17 Degrees at 10am. It is still snowing on the Westside of Albuquerque where just about an inch of snow has fallen at the FGGAM office. Report done at 10:33am.
More weather here: http://www.fggam.org/winter-storm-cleon/
and more on the Weather from Kramer: http://www.fggam.org/kramers-weather-report-more-snow-and-cold/
Sorry about no CUP yesterday, we were so busy with visits and the World We Live In Conference!
Merry Christmas! We love you all, we treasure you all!
I would like to share with you that we want you to visit us today at FGGAM.ORG! www.fggam.org Did you know that we have the very best in Christmas music for you 24/7 playing at FGGAM.ORG? New Mexico native Jaci Velasquez is co-morning host! We are so thankful for our relationship with Jaci and Salem Radio!
We also as a service to the Kingdom of God present to you KDAZ AM730 for Christian News and talk! Our friends Dan and Birga in the morning and we bring you “the World We Live In” Mondays at 12:05pm. Just click on the KDAZ banner on our front page! We are so thankful for our relationship with Son Broadcasting! For God’s Glory Alone!
You can listen on your phone or computer!
It is so AWESOME, you can listen and read all the News and Inspiration of the Day at www.fggam.org !!!!
Just because…………men send your wife flowers today……I sent these flowers to my lovely wife Sharon Tuesday, “just because”
Ephesians 5:25
Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her
A Doubtful Christmas
The value of hard work, love and commitment
By Doyle Suit
During the summer of 1944, my father sold everything we owned, took all the money and disappeared from our lives. My mother suddenly found herself alone to care for five boys. I was the oldest, barely ten years old. My youngest brother still wore diapers.
My grandparents welcomed us to their place – eighty acres of rocky hill country, twenty miles from the nearest town. They scratched a living out of growing row crops in the thin topsoil, and running beef cattle on open range.
Grandpa butchered an extra hog that year, and we planted a field of turnips to mature in the cool fall weather. We didn’t know a lot of different ways to prepare turnips, but the farm supplied adequate food. My mother worked in the fields and cared for us kids while I started fifth grade at school.
Changes in our lives couldn’t be avoided. My father had been abusive at times, but he’d always provided for us. Now, I worried about what might happen, but my mother stayed positive, and assured us that she would keep us together as a family and safe from harm.
Relatives donated hand-me-down clothes whenever they could, and the farm produced enough food to nourish all of us every day. I milked cows before catching the school bus, and did chores after I got home each day. The younger boys washed dishes, fed chickens and pigs, and carried in firewood. Six-year-old Jerry was paired with me on a crosscut saw, and we regularly cut wood to heat the house during the winter.
Our efforts paled in comparison to what our mother did, however. At one hundred-five pounds, she could swing an axe, manhandle heavy horse-drawn plows, haul hay for the cattle, and harvest crops. Still, she found time to help us with homework and say prayers with the younger boys. She also made sure we attended church regularly, and taught us to appreciate music.
As Christmas approached, my mother didn’t seem to smile as much. She hinted that Santa might have trouble bringing us presents this year. I considered myself practically grown, so I hid my disappointment, but when I overheard a conversation between my mother and grandma, I really started to worry.
“I can’t afford to buy Christmas presents for the kids,” my mother said.
“You need to have something for them,” grandma replied. “Maybe you could wrap some of the hand-me-downs.”
“The kids would be terribly disappointed to find old clothes under the tree. I have to do better than that. Maybe I can make toys.”
Homemade toys didn’t excite me, but I realized she had no money to buy presents. Explaining that to the younger kids might be difficult, though.
One day, my mother took a saw into the forest and returned with a stack of tree limbs. She left them in the harness room in the barn and refused to tell her curious children what they were for.
She worked on her project while I was in school, but I peeked when I had a chance. Pieces of wood had been cut into different shapes, then planed and sanded smooth. Later I found a stack of discs cut from a round oak limb. She also had started to carve a long piece of hickory, but I couldn’t figure out its purpose.
She hid everything from us and frustrated my attempts to snoop. But I saw that she had used nails, glue, and paint from grandpa’s workshop. I concluded that she had to be making presents.
By Christmas week, my mother was her normal happy self again. Her project was apparently complete, and she evidently kept it secret because I’d looked everywhere without success.
When school let out for the holiday, my brothers and I cut a Christmas tree in the forest and dragged it home through the early snow. The whole family helped decorate it with ornaments, pinecones, and strings of popcorn. We gathered mistletoe and holly boughs and hung them throughout the house.
While my mother and grandma prepared food for Christmas dinner, I helped grandpa with chores. The younger kids kept a diligent watch on pastries in the cupboard.
On Christmas Eve, we sang carols, and grandpa read aloud from his Bible. After my mother shooed us off to bed, I lay awake for a long while, anticipating Christmas morning. Aunts, uncles, and cousins would come for dinner, and I was curious about what my mother’s project would yield. I doubted that it could be anything elaborate, and homemade toys still didn’t sound exciting, but I couldn’t help noticing that she’d made a huge effort to provide for us.
I was already awake when she tapped on our door. “Merry Christmas, boys.”
We hurried into the living room, and saw that a stack of packages had magically appeared overnight under the tree. But before we were allowed to investigate what Santa had brought, my mother herded us into the kitchen for breakfast.
We gathered around the tree a little later, and my mother handed out the presents. My brothers opened packages stuffed with brightly colored trucks, tractors and trains. Those odd pieces of wood she had handled in secret were assembled and painted to form toys. The round discs made wheels that rolled, and the trucks and trains carried tiny logs and blocks. A tractor pulled a miniature wagon. The toys were beautifully crafted, and my siblings were thrilled.
When I tore off the newspaper wrapping my present, I found a hand carved bow and a quiver of blunt arrows. Blunt was fine, because I knew how to make them suitable for hunting rabbits by forging steel arrowheads in grandpa’s shop.
Many difficult years would follow that particular Christmas, but I never again doubted my mother’s ability to care for us. That Christmas would have been bleak without her skill and dedication, and it foretold her ability to provide for us. We were never hungry, and she made sure we got an education. She taught us faith in God and faith in our own abilities. That faith sustains me still.
Looking back, my mother’s determination and perseverance changed the harsh reality of that time, transforming our poverty into a memorable Christmas filled with delight. And as it tuned out, the craftsmanship in those toys predicted her later accomplishments as an artist and sculptor.
Sixty-three winters have come and gone since that special holiday – that doubtful Christmas. I’m quite sure, in fact I have no doubts, that I’ve never had a happier one.
WOW! What a story! TRUE STORY! We have so many Inspirational posts awaiting you at www.fggam.org ;
We are praying………
From Pastor Jim Montoya: John Munoz, Mighty Man of God, has gone to be with the Lord after a courageous battle with Lymphoma. He kept singing “Shall we gather at the river” from Revelations 22:1-2 and raising his hand praising God.
Celebration of John’s life will be Friday at 10 am at the Open Door Church of God 17 El Cerro Rd Los Lunas.
Please pray for his wife Marlene and kids and grandkids.
For further information please call 505/440-9770. Lunch will follow the service.
Pastor Jim Montoya
We are praying Jim!
We are also praying for Doris Hustad who is recovering from a heart attack. Doris asks that you continue to pray for her, she was released from the hospital yesterday. I pray I am able to visit Doris today! We continue to pray healing over Doris in Jesus name, Amen!
Here are some comments that are coming in about Tuesday nights “The World We Live In” Conference: 
Pastor Stephen Bockemeier, “It was a great evening—stirring up the body of Christ to do the work required of it to spread God’s Word and to change our world for Christ—bringing every thought captive to the obedience of Christ.”
Pastor Richard Gordon, “A message that every American needs to hear, and follow.”
Toni Sandoval, “It was awesome for me! Thank you!”
Wanell Pate, “I am so thankful that me and Bob went.”
From Andrew Ross…….
Well, I personally found a great many of the things spoken of to be things I knew already- However, I also found that the way in which it was presented delivered a fresh perspective. Those who have been caught in, shall we say, institutionalized Christianity, will find a great deal of the conference to be alarming; so concerning, I believe, that it very well may bring about repentance on a grand scale. For those who may already know some or all of what is spoken about, I believe that it will serve as an encouragement and confirmation.
Pastor Paul’s usage of Hebrew and current events to bring into focus the state of the Church and what can be done was extremely well executed and eye-opening. He touched on things I knew, but did so in a manner that was encouraging and strengthening.
Pastor Dewey’s segment of the conference was at times humorous and at times intense. Again, he spoke on many things that I personally knew already; yet, not without the Holy Spirit revealing new facets of the issues brought up. I could listen to Pastor Dewey for hours, simply because of the nuances in his method and style of teaching.
All in all, I found the conference to be a great blessing, and highly recommend it to every Christian out there; I would not recommend it to unbelievers, really, unless they’ve had a background in the church, because this was definitely the Christian Church’s “Come to Jesus” meeting!
Thank you very much, my friend. God bless, and keep serving the Lord.
Read the story about Tuesday nights Conference go here: http://www.fggam.org/awesome-night-in-our-lord-at-christ-full-deliverance-ministries/
Also if you would like us to come to your community send me an email pastordewey For God’s Glory Alone! Merry Christmas!!!
For God’s Glory Alone in the Love of our Lord Jesus Christ, Dewey Sharon, Paul, and families
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