Dear Family of our Lord Jesus Christ,
Thank you so much for stopping by here at the CUP! I wonder how many of you have been with us for the entire 15 years of the CUP? You know if you have a favorite memory of a CUP posting……or how the DAILY CUP has affected your life…….would you share to with us? Kind words are like honey—-sweet to the soul and healthy for the body Proverbs 16:24 We would love to share your thoughts here on the CUP! AMEN! We give thanks to the LORD for all HE is has done and is doing in our 15 years here at the DAILY CUP and now here at FGGAM! For God’s Glory Alone we go forth! AMEN!
Since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving. Col 3:24
Confident leaders hustle during intermission!
Confident leaders, like My Dad hustle during intermission when nobody was watching, continuing their work. Another like that was my Teacher/Coach back home Jack Kelly. Mr. Kelly as I still call him is a Mentor of mine. I Preached on that last night at the Men’s Bible Study at Valley View Christian Church. We had a wonderful time of sharing. In the mail yesterday I got a Christmas card from Jack and his lovely wife Marilyn who is fighting cancer……..the card said, Dewey, Thank you for all your prayers and kind words and the deeds you have done for our family, God Bless your Ministry………I cried at that because I asked myself, What deeds have I done for Jack and Marilyn? I had a man in my life named Jack Kelly who taught me much back in Windom, Minnesota. First in pee-wee Baseball, then Shop Class, then I served the sports teams as Student Manger. I then worked at the School for 4 years as a Custodian before going off to Radio/TV school and got to know Jack even more. Him and my Dad were good friends as Dad drove the team bus everywhere and he and Jack served together on the Fire Dept. I also get the opportunity to write good things about Jack and others in my hometown because the www.citizennew.com gives me the opportunity to share from time to time, maybe that is my way of paying back into the community that helped me build a solid foundation for my life. I pray that you have mentor’s in your life. The Community/Body of Christ coming together to hold each other up! AMEN!
Today, sow seeds for God………that will bear much fruit.
Dewey and Friends, a presentation of FGGAM, Saturday night at 6pm on KAZQ CH 32 with Pastor Bill Ruhl and Vietnam Vet Rick Stambuagh! Such a Godly conversation that we know will inspire you in our LORD! AMEN! Please consider becoming a Love Offering partner of FGGAM for God’s Glory Alone!
“7 Basics to Financial Well Being” is the title of Pastor Bill Ruhl, Vice Chairman of FGGAM, latest podcast at www.fggam.org We are expanding our podcasts, right now Leslie Montgomery and Shari Hardway Johnson have new podcasts up! Please visit us at our web site, thank you for your support of FGGAM!! Pastor Paul Holt will also be adding a new podcast today. FGGAM bringing you the news you need to know!
The flu is spreading and many are sick this day. Let us pray.
A Couple of really crazy news stories that I covered on the news yesterday on Spectrum www.kazq32.org……….. ;
This is the World we live in………..
A new national poll shows the popularity of the United States Congress has sunk lower than ever – even lower than cockroaches!
It’s a poll by the highly respected Public Policy Polling firm, and it finds Congress with a nine percent approval rating, with 85 percent of the American people disapproving. But the pollsters didn’t stop there. They asked voters to make some choices.
That’s where those cockroaches come in. They beat Congress by two percentage points, 45 percent to 43 percent. But that’s nothing. People prefer head lice by a margin of better than three to one. Genghis Khan is more popular than Congress. Ditto for Donald Trump, traffic jams, France, used car salesmen, root canals and Brussels sprouts.
New Mexico voters are more than ready to chime in.
“I think what they’re saying is right,” said Vince Chavez. “It’s true. Both parties are to blame right now. People are not happy with what’s going on with the economy and I think that reflects on our elected officials.”
“All I’ve got to say is that things have never changed,” said Nash Encinias. “It’s always been the same. Congress has always been pretty unpopular.”
“I hate ’em and America hates ’em because they just don’t get the job done, period,” said Tim Carpenter. “I think they’re so bad I think the Kardashians should be more popular than they are!”
Actually, that’s where you’d be wrong – Congress is 13 points more popular than the Kardashians. Congress also beats Lindsay Lohan, Fidel Castro, meth labs, North Korea and John Edwards.
New Mexico’s congressional delegation seems to be well aware of the poll, at least on the staff level. One veteran staffer reminded us that Americans tend to like their own individual Representatives and Senators a lot better than they like Congress as a whole.
As the next debt ceiling battle rolls around in a few months, Democrats have come up with a plan to help President Obama completely bypass Congress so he won’t have to negotiate with House Republicans on the issue.
Their plan involves using the U.S. Treasury to print a $1 trillion coin.
Liberals like Paul Krugman, with The New York Times believe there is a loophole that would allow the Treasury to print a single commemorative coin worth $1 trillion.
The president would then deposit the coin in the Federal Reserve, supposedly allowing the Fed to then issue funds worth $1 trillion to keep the government running without raising the debt
Crazy stuff………as I say..this is the World we live in………Let us now go into prayer as we read the following stories.Over the last 15 years of the CUP these are two all-time favorites………as we celebrate 15 years here at the CUP! PRAISE GOD!
One of my old time favorite stories about the old Pastor…………
AFTER A FEW OF THE USUAL SUNDAY EVENING HYMNS,
THE CHURCH’S PASTOR SLOWLY STOOD UP,
WALKED OVER TO THE PULPIT AND,
BEFORE HE GAVE HIS SERMON FOR THE EVENING,
HE BRIEFLY INTRODUCED A GUEST MINISTER
WHO WAS IN THE SERVICE THAT EVENING.
IN THE INTRODUCTION, THE PASTOR TOLD THE
CONGREGATION THAT THE GUEST MINISTER WAS
ONE OF HIS DEAREST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS AND
THAT HE WANTED HIM TO HAVE A FEW MOMENTS
TO GREET THE CHURCH AND SHARE WHATEVER
HE FELT WOULD BE APPROPRIATE FOR THE SERVICE ..
WITH THAT, AN ELDERLY MAN STEPPED UP TO THE
PULPIT AND BEGAN TO SPEAK.
‘A FATHER, HIS SON, AND A FRIEND OF HIS SON WERE
SAILING OFF
THE PACIFIC COAST ‘ HE BEGAN.
‘WHEN A FAST APPROACHING STORM BLOCKED ANY
ATTEMPT TO GET BACK TO THE SHORE….
THE WAVES WERE SO HIGH, THAT EVEN THOUGH THE
FATHER WAS AN EXPERIENCED SAILOR, HE COULD NOT
KEEP THE BOAT UPRIGHT AND THE THREE WERE SWEPT
INTO THE OCEAN AS THE BOAT CAPSIZED.’
THE OLD MAN HESITATED FOR A MOMENT,
MAKING EYE CONTACT WITH TWO TEENAGERS WHO WERE,
FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SERVICE BEGAN,
LOOKING SOMEWHAT INTERESTED IN HIS STORY.
THE AGED MINISTER CONTINUED WITH HIS STORY,
‘GRABBING A RESCUE LINE, THE FATHER HAD TO MAKE THE MOST EXCRUCIATING DECISION OF HIS LIFE: TO WHICH BOY WOULD HE
THROW THE OTHER END OF THE LIFE LINE.
HE ONLY HAD SECONDS TO MAKE THE DECISION.
THE FATHER KNEW THAT HIS SON WAS A CHRISTIAN AND HE ,
ALSO, KNEW THAT HIS SON’S FRIEND WAS NOT.
THE AGONY OF HIS DECISION COULD NOT BE MATCHED BY THE
TORRENT OF WAVES.
AS THE FATHER YELLED OUT, ‘I LOVE YOU, SON!’
HE THREW OUT THE LIFE LINE TO HIS SON’S FRIEND.
BY THE TIME THE FATHER HAD PULLED THE FRIEND BACK TO THE CAPSIZED
BOAT, HIS SON HAD DISAPPEARED BENEATH THE RAGING SWELLS
INTO THE BLACK OF NIGHT.
HIS BODY WAS NEVER RECOVERED.
BY THIS TIME, THE TWO TEENAGERS WERE SITTING UP
STRAIGHT IN THE PEW, ANXIOUSLY WAITING FOR THE NEXT WORDS TO COME
OUT OF THE OLD MINISTER’S MOUTH.
‘THE FATHER,’ HE CONTINUED, ‘KNEW HIS SON WOULD
STEP INTO ETERNITY WITH JESUS AND HE COULD NOT
BEAR THE THOUGHT OF HIS SON’S FRIEND STEPPING INTO AN ETERNITY WITHOUT
JESUS.. THEREFORE, HE SACRIFICED HIS SON TO SAVE THE SON’S FRIEND. ‘ !
HOW GREAT IS THE LOVE OF GOD THAT HE SHOULD DO THE SAME FOR US..
OUR HEAVENLY FATHER SACRIFICED HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON THAT WE COULD BE SAVED…..
I URGE YOU TO ACCEPT HIS OFFER TO RESCUE YOU AND TAKE A HOLD OF THE LIFE LINE
HE IS THROWING OUT TO YOU IN THIS SERVICE.’
WITH THAT, THE OLD MAN TURNED AND SAT BACK DOWN IN HIS CHAIR AS SILENCE
FILLED THE ROOM.
THE PASTOR AGAIN WALKED SLOWLY TO THE PULPIT AND
DELIVERED A BRIEF SERMON WITH AN INVITATION AT THE END. HOWEVER, NO ONE RESPONDED TO THE APPEAL.
WITHIN MINUTES AFTER THE SERVICE ENDED, THE TWO
TEENAGERS WERE AT THE OLD MAN’S SIDE.
‘THAT WAS A NICE STORY,’ POLITELY STATED ONE OF
THEM, ‘BUT I DON’T THINK IT WAS VERY REALISTIC FOR A FATHER TO GIVE UP HIS
ONLY SON’S LIFE IN HOPES THAT THE OTHER BOY WOULD BECOME A CHRISTIAN.’
‘WELL, YOU’VE GOT A POINT THERE,’ THE OLD MAN REPLIED,
GLANCING DOWN AT HIS WORN BIBLE. A BIG SMILE BROADENED HIS NARROW FACE..
HE ONCE AGAIN LOOKED UP AT THE BOYS AND SAID, ‘IT SURE ISN’T VERY REALISTIC,
IS IT? BUT, I’M STANDING HERE TODAY TO TELL YOU THAT STORY GIVES ME A
GLIMPSE OF WHAT IT MUST HAVE BEEN LIKE FOR GOD TO GIVE UP HIS SON FOR ME.
YOU SEE…
I WAS THAT FATHER AND YOUR PASTOR IS MY SON’S FRIEND.’
The MarblesDuring the waning years of the depression in a small southeastern Idaho community, I used to stop by Mr. Miller’s roadside stand for farm-fresh produce as the season made it available. Food and money were still extremely scarce and bartering was used, extensively. One particular day Mr. Miller was bagging some early potatoes for me. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller and the ragged boy next to me. “Hello, Barry. How are you today?” “H’lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus’ admirin’ them peas . . . sure look good.” “They are good, Barry. How’s your Ma?” “Fine. Gittin’ stronger alla’ time.” “Good. Anything I can help you with?” “No, sir. Jus’ admirin’ them peas.” “Would you like to take some home?” “No, sir. Got nuthin’ to pay for ’em with.” “Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?” “Here ’tis. She’s a dandy.” “I can see that. Hmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?” “Not ‘zackley . . . . . but almost.” “Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you, and next trip this way, let me look at that red marble.” “Sure will. Thanks, Mr. Miller.” Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, “There are two other boys like him in our community. All three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn’t like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or perhaps an orange one, or a green . . . I left the stand, smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys and their bartering. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his viewing that evening, and knowing my friends wanted to go, agreed to accompany them. Upon our arrival at the mortuary, we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts, very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing smiling and composed, by her husband’s casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty, light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold, pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary, awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and mentioned the story she had told me about the marbles. Eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. “Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim ‘traded’ them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size . . . they came to pay their debt. We’ve never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,” she confided, “but, right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho.” With loving gentleness, she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three magnificently shiny red marbles. Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. P. S. God Loves You. A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words. |
For God’s Glory Alone in the Love of our Lord Jesus Christ, Dewey Sharon and Family
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