Category: Spiritual

Greetings Readers: Thanks for your prayers yesterday. The day went faultlessly. It was really interesting the anointing I felt even the evening before when not able to sleep, I just relaxed & spent time in prayer for the big picture of our remaining years, not just the next 24 hours. And while at the Orlando airport, I received an email to read Romans 12 and I did so in The Message, often. And then spent much of the day just reading & browsing scripture, especially Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians & Colossians. Later, I worked creatively attempting to edit that days Utmost reading, the teaching of disillusionment. Its first two sentences were very difficult for me to understand, hence I worked to clarify… may share it later.

A few minutes ago I felt compelled with the extra time you enjoyed to mull over the past post, I’d best continue by exposing you to my edited summary of chapter One: CREATE MEANING WITH SMALL WINS. So very relevant today regardless of our age, assignment, or circumstance! Enjoy.

          What will you do today that will make a difference tomorrow? Author Tom Rath, at age sixteen, began focusing on this question after loosing sight in his left eye because of the rare VHL gene mutation that shuts off your natural occurring tumor suppressor, which causes continual cancerous growths throughout the body. Tom will spend a week every year for the rest of his life in a medical center for scans and testing followed up by the appropriate operations or therapies. Hopefully, this annual week of diagnostics results in a fresh 12 – month lease on life – which is renewed annually – and energizes me to make a difference every single day I have! Anyone relate? It’s been nearly 33 years now since my initial diagnosis, and I continue to live somewhat on borrowed time, investing my life working on what will continue to grow even after I’m gone. Trying to create a little meaning each day has also kept me from dwelling on a genetic condition beyond my control, learning far more about living than I have worried about dying, because the reality is, nobody knows if their lease on life will last days, years, or decades.

          Harvard Business study concluded that “of all the events that engage people at work, the single most important – by – far – is simply making progress in meaningful work”, and that creating meaning is an evolutionary process, as opposed to a grand purpose that suddenly falls in your lap. Small wins generate meaningful progress. It is these little moments, not grand actions, that create substance and meaning

Abandon the Pursuit of Happiness

          The pursuit of meaning – not happiness – is what makes life worthwhile. Thomas Jefferson’s “pursuit of happiness” in the Declaration of Independence, is a shortsighted aim. Putting your own well-being before well-doing pulls you in the wrong direction.

          Scientists are still uncovering the reasons why the pursuit of happiness backfires. Part of the explanation lies in its self-focused nature. Research suggests that the more value you place on your own happiness, the more likely you are to feel lonely on a daily basis. When participants in experiments were deliberately induced to value happiness more by reading a bogus article extolling the benefits of happiness, they reported feeling lonely. And samples of their saliva indicated corresponding decreases in progesterone levels – a hormonal response associated with loneliness. Seeking your own happiness and nothing else results in feelings of futility.   

Swim in the Deep End of Life

          Happiness & meaningfulness are two distinct human conditions, with their differences exhibiting clear implications for how people spend/invest their time. Pursuers of happiness without meaning is what psychologists call “takers” characterized as a relatively shallow, self-absorbed or even selfish life, whereas “people leading meaningful lives get a lot of joy from giving to others.” 

          Psychologist Roy Baumeister points out that it is not the pursuit of happiness but the pursuit of meaning that sets humans apart from animals.

          Happiness and meaningfulness also appear to have distinct influences on physiological health. When participants in a study led by U of NC Barbara Fredrickson were happy, but lacked meaning in their lives (defined as pursuing a purpose bigger than self), they exhibited a stress-related gene pattern that is known to activate an inflammatory response. They had the same gene expression pattern as people dealing with constant adversity have. Over time, this pattern leads to chronic inflammation, which is related to a host of illnesses, like heart disease and cancer. Fredrickson noted, “Empty positive emotions…. Are about as good for you as adversity.” In contrast though, participants who had meaning in their lives, whether or not they characterized themselves as happy, showed a deactivation in this stress-related gene pattern. In other words, their bodies did not act as if they were under constant duress and threat.

BOTTOM LINE:

Participating in meaningful activities elevates your thinking above yourself and your momentary needs. Every minute you can set aside your own happiness for the sake of others will eventually lead to stronger families, organizations and communities. In the end, the pursuit of happiness and “success” will pass. What endures is creating meaning in your own life and in the lives of others.

NEXT UP:

No idea. Yet! But I just signed back in on the blog to offer you the opportunity to pray for a Erb cousins reunion that will begin this evening near Dublin OH. I understand only three of the nine (two dec.) of Uncle Omar & Mary Ann (Roth) can attend, but they expect over 40 persons of the thriving extended lineage to join in. Uncle Omar was my fathers oldest brother, who indeed set the pace not only for his family, but also for the ensuing nephew & nieces. Three of my first cousins reportedly are not able to attend, one actually now living in the original Amenia ND house, and the other two in Phoenix and Portland. Interesting, the three not attending are on my blog mailing list. We pray for those attending traveling safety, good health & circumstances throughout the event, so that relationships can be formed, renewed, broadened, even healed if need be, and enhanced such that as we all march to that Celestial City, each on our respective journeys, ever thriving, ALL being for our good, and His glory!

If you like history, early on, Omar moved his small family from Beemer NB to Amenia ND to purchase one of the federal government’s turn key Red River Valley 160 acre farms with a house, barn, and the necessary supporting out buildings; all built on six foot of topsoil, some of the richest in the world, the Red River Valley. I’m not complaining, but when Grandpa Erb moved in 1943 as did two more of Grandpa’s brothers from NB to the Frazee MN area, just 60 – 70 miles east of Amenia, just a bit beyond the RRV Lake bed sediment, we ended up with “little or no topsoil but plenty of clay, rocks & mosquitos with 412 lakes in our county, and my dad paid cash for his 160 acre rock pile garden by picking corn by hand (before corn pickers were common yet) two winters for relatives and neighbors in NB.

BOTTOM LINE TO THIS HISTORY EXCURSION:

In 1975 when Jon & Carol Fielitz was well into launching Central Rental and I was employed at an undercover federal agency to administer applications from hospital and nursing homes for their certificate of need to expand, or, even as start-ups, such as the Rittman Apostolic Homes original application , plus facilitating, establishing and expanding Emergency Medical Services (EMS) throughout the seven Counties in which we had jurisdiction.

It was during that 18 month employment, I had the bright idea of recruiting some of this eastern US Mennonite money & family energy for the struggling North Central Conference (NCC) congregations back home covering eastern MT, ND, MN, & western WI. When I left for Hesston in ’66, NCC had 22 congregations with 700 members, and two congregations were over 150. NCC enjoyed an influx of talent and families on occasion, but this was years prior to the hospice care definition, or even MCUSA’s attention as focused by Conrad L Kanagy’s book, “Road Signs for the Journey.” FYI, fast-forward to 2020, the remaining 5 congregations voted to disband NCC and were assimilated elsewhere; proof again that it does take more than mere culture for churches to continue, even in good times.

But now it is 1975, during my 18 month stint of health planning with access to a bright Menno secretary, I get this wild idea of contacting Gospel Herald, Mennonite Weekly, and Christian Living about doing an article, or an ad of some dimension. MCC, was in their global world peace emphasis heady while teething on the success of their post Vietnam War culturally in-synch Relief Sales that was funding and breathing new life into the existing MCC framework, way beyond what water (Coins Count) has contributed to MCC in the last five plus years… I didn’t get any replies, even though my secretary Marilyn Hartline, of Wooster Mennonite in her off-time typed the letters. Now I know better. Such transitions take both financial and spiritual savvy. I possessed neither or even the knowledge of either!

This past winter while shopping in David I met the Holderman gentleman from IN that had the vision 5-6 years ago to go to Panama with 5-6 families and mesh into the fabric of the Volcan community. You know, Holdermen are real easy to spot and converse with if you’re so inclined. And I also found evidence of their online tract ministry with amazing resources for spiritually deficient in a coffee shop in David, the second largest City in Panama, less than 30 minutes from their community in Volcan.

I personally watched the Lancaster Amish first enter the Shiloh OH community in ’74 while I was working for Mast Lepley Silo, when I poured a footer for a new silo for one of the families, and then returned in ’89 when there were nearly a hundred plus families living there and many of the dairy families were then my NSWS Labs customers.

And now I look at my home community of Scandanavians around the Frazee, MN. community that is well on the way to having 100 Amish families living now on those thinly graveled township roads thriving with their cottage industries, 20-30 years after the traditional NPK agricultural methods and liquid manure destroyed nature’s restorative life cycles. Rather than composting and gardening to rebuild what little top soil was there, it is now ready for the Amish to settle it again, much as the early immigrants did from Germany, Norway, Finland, Sweden, even Denmark, when they came to the upper midwest 150 years ago with the methodology, truth be told, invented by the educated persecuted Catholic priests of the Anabaptist movement who were forced into the hinterlands of Europe who developed rotational cropping, legumes, dairy breeds, etc that in time revolutionized European agriculture as I personally witnessed in Kosovo nearly 20 years ago, and in time, was brought predominately to the Great Lakes Region of the US, and many of us post WWI & WWII Anabaptists, were unwittingly, brought full circle to become again a recipient of that Reformation sub-culture!

And now just this very morning, I get this rather revealing email from Anabaptist World; titled “Faithful Voices, Fresh Perspectives.” In fact, the most positive approach I can likely offer it is to just post it in it’s entirety for you to read, absorb, interpret, & process.

Hey, dear Anabaptist World reader!

I don’t know where you find yourself in life’s journey. You might be just starting out after college, in the midst of the very full years of work and family, perhaps enjoying retirement or anywhere in between.

In our profession of faith-focused journalism, we know our primary paid print subscribers are usually 50 years and older. And even though that is true, it is also true that our readers desire to see and learn about how the younger generations are participating in their faith and communities.

That is also true for our AW staff. We are always trying to find content about or written by youth and young adults. As part of this pursuit we are launching — in partnership with The Coalition to Dismantle the Doctrine of Discovery, Mennonite Action and Anabaptist Climate Collaborative — a new youth zine named A Dangerous Faith.

All the content will be by and for youth and young adults. Our goal is to publish at least three times a year and have a dedicated space on the AW website for even more pieces by our young sisters and brothers. We hope this is both inspirational and community-building. We want to give them space to share for themselves what their faith means to them and where they feel God’s presence in their lives and the world. The pages will be in their voices and provide opportunities for them to explore faith practices through reflection and action.

Become a member of AW Friends to help amplify the voices of Anabaptist youth and young adults :

I’m so excited and grateful to have such awesome partner organizations building this with us. I would have loved to get my hands on something like this when I was a teenager. (yeah, I only had the Builder, Youth Christian Companion (later PURPOSE ?) Gospel Herald, Mennonite Weekly and Christian Living!)

Another way AW tries to build up young adults is through internships. Over the years, we’ve had a number of gifted individuals work with us as they explore where they want to go professionally. Most recently, we’ve published a series on Climate Stewards by Sierra Ross Richer, who was an AW intern.

As the only independent Anabaptist publication in the United States, we believe it is part of our responsibility to help form the next generation of Anabaptist journalists and writers. Not only that, but it is a joy to do so! If you are reading this and you feel young, maybe a bit inexperienced but with an idea of an article, theme or lead, please know we want to hear from you. Please don’t let that stop you from sharing your heart, thoughts and experiences.

Support our community efforts by becoming a member of AW Friends today >

The rest of us who are a bit further along in our journeys want you to be at the table.

For those of you who are reading this and know exactly what I mean and also yearn for our youth to be energized participants in communities of faith, thank you for making space for them with us here at Anabaptist World.

We are in the middle of our summer membership drive, and more new members translates into more resources to dedicate to initiatives that invest in our amazing young people.

Please, join us today and become an AW Friend with our membership program by giving $10 or more a month. In return, you’ll know that you are doing something to fight for independent journalism for our faith communities. We will give you exclusive AW swag, a monthly members-only newsletter with behind the scenes information about AW, and you’ll have special opportunities to speak into our work.

It’s tough out here in the print journalism world, folks, so please help us build a sustainable future for our work.

In gratitude,

Danielle Klotz, Executive Director
Anabaptist World

merlin’s rantings continue…

To be fair, understand I just received my July 2025 edition of the Sword and the Trumpet in my Dalton PO Box before I left for Panama. Most of you have never heard of this publication, and suffice it to say, likely few of the graduates of our Mennonite Colleges & Seminaries have either. Founded in 1929, “It is committed to defending, proclaiming, and promoting the whole Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ, as revealed in the Holy Scriptures. It emphasizes neglected truth and contends for the “faith which was once delivered to the saints. This publication exposes and opposes doctrinal error which compromises faith and leads to apostasy.”

On one hand, if you’ve read my July 22 post titled “My Insurance Man emailed this Farewell Mon Eve,” and others, you’ll understand then why this letter from Danielle Klotz causes me to internally weep, lament, … as did the exiles in Babylon. I realize this letter may take me awhile, even months, to fully process. Remember this fermentation for church growth began for me in already in 1975! On the other hand, I want to be hopeful from the Klotz letter, but I’m skittish, and understandably so, first by big Agriculture as I traced its rise and fall since the Anabaptists to the Amish resettling now bankrupt shells of chemically broken down farms that were once, with proper methodology, formerly thriving Scandinavian farms until the 1970 farming economics sucked their financial wells dry!

And then, perhaps, being even more distraught & dubious on the church side of the two-sided church/ agricultural cultural coin, for a meaningful God inspired intervention. Many of you are much better versed about past & current Mennonite Church history than I. Yes, the problem is systemic, both by us individually, but also, as churches & conferences, corporately. There have been and are valiant attempts to right the ship beginning with the vision of Daniel Kauffman (1865-1944), The Sword & the Trumpet mentioned above, and most recently, by Conrad L. Kanagy to the Mennonite Church at large, in his book “Road Signs for the Journey.”

Though actually, I’d be greatly remiss not to include Christian Aid Ministries (CAM) favorite son & author, Gary Miller, for he in my humble estimation, has more winsomely, practically and theologically positively impacted the Anabaptist gospel perspective than any one person, pastor, author, evangelist, etc. since Daniel Kauffman, mentioned above, for whom I’m strongly considering printing his bio from the July 2025 issue from Sword and the Trumpet so we latter rain Menno’s get a glimpse of what might constitute a worthy standard during these days of Anabaptist Hospice Care? But again, who will listen to such a “foreign sound or message?” Reminds me of Paul visiting Athens, and addressing their “Unknown god.” Anyone relate?

Personally, at 76, I now just focus on the individual souls God places in my yet visible cross-hairs and compels me to gently, lovingly invitationally interact with them to discover their life’s bottom line for them today; not their past glories, not some future grandeur, but right now! And that can take a couple sessions over weeks, even months, sometimes years, or if with Hospice on a hospital bed, it may resemble more of a McDonalds drive-thru.

Funny thing, that I was so compelled to go back into that completed blog tonight and add that prayer request for my cousins reunion three hours ago, and even more so, that I obeyed. At that moment, I had a head ache, was ill, had a broken rib from an explosive sneeze earlier in the afternoon (OI caused. I do know ribs better than likely any of you!), and was definitely ready for bed when I started this rant. Now, I’m feeling good (rib still pains me) but I’m ready to tackle the leak under the sink! Blessings to each of you. And if you still need a lift, read Romans 12! It worked for me!

Greetings All:

I’m sorry if you’re tired of me referencing this book again, but author Tom Rath has been front & center in my sub-conscience, likely more than any other author except for maybe Dr. Henry Cloud, for the past 5-6 years since I first read Rath’s Eat Move Sleep book. I find it difficult that it took me until last fall to be “compelled” to order his decade old book Are You Fully Charged?  (AYFC) Even stranger, he has authored several others I’ve not yet even researched, perhaps this winter. I say all that to suggest that for right now, just read this prologue slowly and carefully and see if it just might resonate with the passion and desires of your heart as well as the mission of your soul for the hours we each have left to serve Him. More opportunities ahead.

Tomorrow, July 30, is a big day. We’re driving to Orlando Airport at 2 AM from Sarasota to fly to Panama to begin our second trial winter. We’ve been preparing for this since early June and the day is finally here. Pray for His protection and that we complete all the hoops in Panama City with the vets to bring our puppy Angel into the country. Blessings to all.

PROLOGUE:

When you are fully charged, you get more done. You have better interactions. Your mind is sharp, and your body is strong. On days when you are fully charged, you experience high levels of engagement and well-being. This charge carries forward, creating an upward cycle for those you care about.

          I am far more effective in my work on days when I am fully charged. I am also a better husband, dad, and friend. More notably, I can do more for others. However, until recently, it was unclear to me what specific actions create this daily charge.

          I’ve spent my entire career studying workplace engagement, health, and well-being. While I have written several books on these topics, the greatest challenge I have faced personally is how to integrate findings from my research into my own daily routines. After all, knowledge does little good unless I can change my behaviors.

          Fortunately, a new body or research has recently emerged that focuses on creating daily well-being. Historically, asking people questions and tracking their actions was time consuming and expensive. As a result, researchers gathered broad, general information about people’s lives and work. Most research on well-being over the past century was based on asking people about their lives over the span of years or decades.

          When people are asked to reflect on an entire lifetime, the first things they think of are broad concepts like health and wealth. The problem is, these general measures are not very practical for improving people’s lives on a daily basis. Health is the sum of many years. Wealth is not created in a span of days. This is why a different way of measuring what’s important in life is crucial.

The Science of Daily Experience

          The time and cost of tracking what people do are now remarkably low. It is much easier to measure thoughts, feelings, and behaviors on a daily, even momentary, basis. New technology enables scientists to ask people what they are doing at various times of the day, who they are with, and how much they enjoy an activity. Sensors and wearable devices can even measure how people are doing, with no input required from those wearing devices.

          These technologies, paired with innovative research methods, have led to a rapid expansion in knowledge about the central elements of daily well-being. Researchers call this daily experience, which is the product of positive and negative experiences (or positive and negative affect) throughout the day. Daily experience is measured by asking people whether they have emotions like happiness, enjoyment, stress, and other feelings within a given day. This distinction between daily well-being and broad evaluation of life satisfaction is important because it leads to very different conclusions about the best investment of time and resources.

          Traditional measures of life satisfaction, for example, might suggest putting a great deal of energy into increasing your income. Yet, although life satisfaction scores continue to increase (almost indefinitely) with income, making more money does not actually change daily experience once people reach an income threshold.

          In the United States, for example, daily well-being does not show any statistically significant increases after someone reaches $75,000 of annual household income. While this figure has received a good deal of attention, people tend to miss the fact that almost all of gains in daily well-being associated with increases of incomes occur below the $40,000 level. Essentially, a certain income level is necessary for food, shelter, and preventing daily worries, but once you have reached that basic level of financial security, making more money is unlikely to lead to better days.

          The study of daily-well being is also upending the conventional wisdom that wealthier countries have happier citizens. In the past, when scientists looked at life satisfaction, the wealthiest countries were consistently at the top of the national well-being rankings. But when Gallup asked people in 138 countries about their daily experience, the results told a very different story. The country with the highest “positive experience” score was Paraguay, a nation that ranks 105^th in terms of its wealth (measured by GDP per capita). Among the top five countries on this daily well-being index, four were in the bottom half of the wealthiest countries list!

          This research is encouraging to me because it suggests that daily well- being does not depend on accumulating riches or living in a wealthy country. The more I’ve learned about the difference between long-term evaluation and daily experience, the more I’ve grown to understand the importance of the latter. Personally, I care a lot more about laughing, smiling, and enjoying moments with my wife and kids today than I might rate my overall life satisfaction 10 years from now. And trying to help people improve their day-to-day experiences is more practical than trying to improve their life satisfaction over time.

          Your own satisfaction with life certainly matters. But you create meaningful change in moments and days, not years and decades. It is easier to improve your own happiness – and the well-being of others – when you focus on doing it right now. Taking small meaningful actions today is the best way to make changes. And eventually, these small changes will lead to important long-term outcomes.

The Three Keys to a Full Charge

          To discover what creates a full charge, my team and I reviewed countless articles and academic studies, and interviewed some of the world’s leading social scientists. We identified and catalogues more than 2600 ideas for improving daily experience. As we narrowed down the concepts to the most proven and practical strategies, underlying patterns continued to surface. Three key conditions differentiate days when you have a full charge from typical days:

          Meaning:  doing something that benefits another person

          Interactions:  creating far more positive than negative moments

          Energy:   making choices that improve your mental and physical health

          When we surveyed more than 10,000 people to see how they were doing across these three areas, we found that most people struggle on a daily basis. For example, when we asked them to think about their entire day yesterday, a mere 11 percent reported having a great deal of energy. Clearly, most people are operating well below their capacity.

          As a result, they are less effective in their work. Their interactions with friends and family are nowhere near as good as they could be. And their physical health worsens as days with too much stress and too little activity accumulate. It is time for this to change.

 BOTTOM LINE:  

       The good news is that you don’t have to go on a retreat in the woods to find meaning, you don’t nee to find new friends at a cocktail party to have better interactions, and you certainly don’t need to run a marathon or embark on a fad diet to create physical energy. The biggest changes for your daily well-being start with a few small steps.  

NEXT UP: We’ll see when we get back to our Boquete home again. May take a few days off!

Plain Values July 25, 2025

Words by Ferree Hardy

The summer before my first husband, Bruce, died, we took a rare walk down the street behind our house. Just as rarely, we talked about our future instead of the usual concerns involving our children or the church Bruce pastored. The setting sun cast long shadows and golden rays as it neared the tree-lined horizon. The air was calm and light, and so were we. This was just a leisurely stroll after supper.

We wondered out loud, “What lay ahead for us?” Bruce had been pastoring Riverview Church in Novelty, Ohio for almost seven years. He’d pastored two other churches before coming here. In each one, at the six or seven year mark, it just happened that another church would ask him to come to them. Would we sense God’s calling and be moving on to a different church once again?

Our roots were settled deep with this congregation. When we were first married, they called Bruce to be their first youth pastor. Now he was back as their senior pastor. The teenagers we’d loved so much when he was the youth pastor were young adults now—marrying and starting their own families. I taught their children in Sunday School and Children’s Church. Our own children were teenagers, involved in the church youth group, baseball, and a variety of school events. We’d purchased a home. Life was good.

I had even given notice at my full-time job that I’d be leaving at the end of the year, or as soon as we could find and train my replacement. I was looking forward to being a full-time mother and wife. Staying home would be a huge—but welcomed—change.

Yet, we both sensed that there was something more—that a deeper level of change was out there. What was it, and how should we prepare? We were blissfully, and blessedly, unaware of the brain aneurism that waited ahead in the dead of winter.

When I interviewed Marlin and Sharon Beachy for their story* last month, they told me something that I didn’t have room to include then, but it’s fitting for today. They said, “We don’t want to know the future.” I agreed wholeheartedly, and we had a great conversation. Isn’t it better to live each day as if it’s our last? Life is precious; the people in it are precious. If we knew our “expiration date,” it might consume us with anxiety; some of us might cower and hide. Or if we had plenty of years left, we might squander the here and now.

I wish you’d been in on our talk. What thoughts would you have added? Why not share this article with your community of friends, neighbors, and family and hear what they have to say? I’d love to hear from you too, so please feel free to contact me. My address is at the end of this column. I can learn from you; this is an important topic for your input and perspective.

But let’s continue the walk from those many years ago. After some moments of silence, Bruce and I came to the end of the street. Dried grass and wildflowers—Queen Anne’s Lace, the papery blue flowers on chicory, and the deep brown seeds clinging to stems of curled dock brushed lightly as we turned and headed back home. As our house came into view, so did the plan. Almost simultaneously we agreed: the next thing we were to do was to “get the house ready.” That was all we needed to know. Whether Bruce was called to a new pastorate and we’d need to sell, or whether we’d stay in this lovely place long enough to see grandchildren running through the living room, “get the house ready,” was a good directive. Innocently, I just thought we’d strip off the old wallpaper and give the walls a fresh coat of paint.

Years later, at lunch with a group of widows in Charlotte, North Carolina, I mentioned this rather mysterious incident. My widowed community gave me the crystal clear meaning of “get the house ready.” Without hesitation, one of the women gasped, “Set your house in order!” She was referring to the Old Testament story of King Hezekiah being told by the prophet Isaiah that his death was imminent. “In those days Hezekiah was sick and near death. And Isaiah the prophet, the son of Amoz, went to him and said to him, “Thus says the Lord: ‘Set your house in order, for you shall die, and not live.’” (NKJV)

Looking back, I realize that although we never connected our plan with Hezekiah’s at the time, God did give us what we needed to know that day. Months later, the day after Bruce died, a carpenter and a designer both knocked on my door. They had no way of knowing what had happened the night before, and they were there for the appointment we’d made to help us “get the house ready.” I was numbed by shock and grief, so I asked them to come in and get started! Awkward and unnerving as that must have been, they did.

Over the next weeks as wallpaper was stripped, the floors redone, and everything was a mess, it pictured perfectly what was happening to my life. My life was being stripped; my footing would never look the same. I understood a bit more of Jesus’s work as a carpenter, and of God’s work as my designer. I don’t want to make light of how painful it was, but widowhood was a fresh coat of paint, new flooring, and much more storage space in my heart.

My community of Plain Values readers, widowed friends, and The Divine Carpenter and Perfect Designer continually gives me cohesion, order, and peace. The wisdom of widows is a priceless perspective. Make sure you see, acknowledge, and consult the widows in your community today.

BOTTOM LINE:

And, like Marlin and Sharon Beachy also told me, “It’s the grace of God that we don’t know the future … Do not dwell on IF your loved one might die. Instead, love them to the fullest.”

The future we plan for ourselves is tenuous at best. We have no guarantees except the never-changing ones from Jesus: God is love, God is good, He cares for you … Therefore, He has the full authority to tell us, “Do not worry about tomorrow…” Matthew 6:34 (NKJV)

Let’s rest our future in God’s hands.

*See “When A Phone Call Marks the Darkest Night,” Plain Values, June 2023.

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Inspired by Wendell with Editorial License by merlin …

We’re living in exciting times. While some folks sit around wringing their hands in growing alarm because of the darkness obviously sweeping into our nation and the world, God is calling His children to step forward in commitment to His service. We have a job to do. This is no joke. We can no longer wait for someone else to do something for we who claim to serve and love the Lord Jesus are the only ones who can truly meet the challenges. WE’RE IT!

I hear your heart Wendell, I really, really do. But let’s consider God’s math now, (remember the prior post about the extra $300 appearing) not our math, for I am expecting God may either raise up multitudes more of new recruits to help, or take down millions of the resistance as needed, OR DO NEITHER, SINCE HE IS GOD, ALL just in time to accomplish ALL of His purposes right on schedule! merlin

            Many generations of Christians have done well at faithfully attending their churches week after week. However, there is no more time for just sitting and soaking it all in! It’s time to move out. It’s time to build on the foundation of faith we’ve all received from those years in church. It’s time for we, God’s people to make our faith come alive and productive by choosing to fully surrender to Jesus’ lordship over our own lives becoming active and intimately involved in the passion and burden of the One we claim to follow.

            Tell me, what more can we possibly learn before we feel qualified to finally enter the ranks of those Christian soldiers who burn with such a love and devotion for their Savior that we are compelled to selfless action? Men and women, sometimes with much, but more often with little or no talent or training, struggle yet press forward, because we really believe what Jesus does and says, by representing in our very lives, the love and grace of a kindhearted Father to a world full of hurting and wandering souls while guiding us toward the promise of a better destiny through Jesus, being the Only way to the Father! That’s it! So simple! Yet it’s so incredibly powerful, like search lights piercing the pervading dark skies.

BOTTOM LINE:

            Guess what? When we finally choose to throw away our lifelong precious earthly safety nets into God’s ever present and available recyclable dumpsters, such as our hard-earned rights and accolades as citizens of Planet Earth, with all of its worries and fears, even our lack of perfection and our skittish self-confidence, realizing that as we let it all Go, Now we can finally become those inviting warm radiant lights representing the love of Jesus Christ shining boldly into the pitch black crevices of a yet imprisoned humanity FOR WE ARE BECOMING His transformed & empowered ambassadors about to make a difference!

GO NOW! Take the light we’ve each been given. Throw off those things that cover it. May we hold our lights high so we can see His opportunities that await us!

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Time to Change Directions! “Do You Wish You Knew The Future?” Words by Ferree Harder of The Widow’s Path as published by Plain Values July 25, 2025

From Wendell & Daisy Martin’s book GO NOW! From the INNERMOST PARTS OF THE HEART to the UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE WORLD Plus Forty Stories of Faith.

Likely many of you could share similar God Moments from over the years, or perhaps, even since covid, but because public sharing may be construed as blowing trumpets, you refrain except for in intimate circles, such as your small group, etc….. merlin

It happened on our most recent trip to China and Vietnam toward the end of March. It was a rather different sort of trip this time. For one thing, I didn’t have a team of people with me as I normally do. That in itself was a refreshing experience, allowing for some precious opportunities to meet people while on a very flexible schedule. I was free to just go with the flow. One of the things on my to-do list was to deliver the quarterly supply of support money for the Christian leaders and families that Go Forth Ministry supported in Vietnam at that time.

Randy, who was accompanying me on this trip, had just read the story of Jesus feeding the five thousand in his daily devotion guide that morning. Having finished that reading, he casually flipped back to the Old Testament and just happened to open to 2 Kings 4, the story of the widow’s oil. He told me later that he had wondered why God brought these two similar stories to his attention that day and was anticipating something special might happen.

While Randy was having his devotions, I was preparing for the day       ahead. I carefully counted out the two packs of $100 bills, plus a $20 bill, totaling $1820, the three months of support money I had arranged to give. Really, I had prepared it carefully! I had one pack of ten $100 bills and another pack of eight. This money had been kept in a separate envelope. I count it again carefully, just to be sure, for at least the fifth time. This was just before our Vietnamese contact arrived at our little hotel room in Ho Chi Mihn City that morning. I knew the amount in the envelopes was right!

I thought it would be best to count the money once again before our contact arrived so there would be no question between us at the at the amount. First, I counted out the little stack of ten $100 bills. Then I counted out the stack of eight $100 bills. But amazingly, it totaled up to $900. I put the extra $100 aside, certain I had made a mistake. I counted again. And again, I counted $900. Once again, I put the extra $100 aside with the other $100.

This really didn’t make any sense to me! I knew without a doubt there was only $800 in the stack. But I had already found an additional $200. How could this be? I counted it again. Again there was $900. Now I had an extra $300. I was very perplexed but had a sneaky feeling that God was up to something. (CLUE!) Randy was just quietly observing. He understood. But me? Not a chance! I was just happy that our rapidly shrinking budget had been stretched, and I just assumed that perhaps at my old age, I had forgotten the simple art of counting to ten.

I counted the stack of $100 bills again. This time I counted the accurate amount. I counted it several more times before I finally handed the $1820 over to our contact, $300 richer on my part. Or was I?

God had his plan in this – of course! Just a short time later, a Vietnamese pastor came into the room and, in a passing comment, mentioned about several house church pastors who were traveling great distances every week on foot to serve the Lord. Was there any way we could help them purchase a few bicycles? It didn’t take long to understand why we had the extra cash. I quickly gave him $200 that would purchase four new bicycles. But I still had the other extra $100 and was left to ponder what other need would yet arise.

It didn’t take long. On our arrival in Shen Zhen, China, a few days later, I was absolutely amazed to be met at the front of the hotel by a snowy-haired, dear saint of a lady we had known years before but had lost all contact with. Years earlier, God had called her to a ministry of intercession for North Korea.

Traveling by herself from her lonely home on the China side bordering North Korea, she has arrived safely in Shen Zhen City with intentions of heading directly on to Hong Kong. But before reaching the border, her passport was stolen, a major headache for an American in China in a hurry and on a limited budget. For her, applying for a new passport would mean about a week-long stay at the hotel in China, the same hotel where Randy and I just happened to also be staying.

It was a wonderful reunion! Later, with a typical question missionaries often ask each other, I inquired how her finances were holding out.

“I’m ok,” she replied, a usual faith missionary response.

“But that’s not what I asked.” I challenged. After taking the time to press for details, I found that she didn’t have the money in reality (yet) to pay the impending hotel bill. How wonderful to be able to tell her how the Lord had already prepared the money ahead of the need. Not a few tears were shed as this dear women’s faith became the reality of the Lord’s promised provision to her, a limitless source that those who live by faith must repeatedly choose to rely on.

So, I have to ask: what is the lesson of the $300? Perhaps Randy has the answer! For myself, I’m reminded that God really does love us, He really is with us and aware of all we are experiencing in life as we serve him, He really is all powerful, and we really don’t need to worry about anything except our dedication to follow and love Jesus!

From Wendell & Daisy Martin’s book GO NOW! From the INNERMOST PARTS OF THE HEART to the UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE WORLD Plus Forty Stories of Faith, of which this was #38

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I’d Be Remiss, If I’d Not Include Wendell’s “Final Word” From Pg. 423.

1996: VIETNAM

The meeting had gone on longer than usual, but the group of believers didn’t mind. There had been no reason to suspect any trouble from the authorities this evening. No one seemed to be watching them.

          The little meeting house was nestled among a cluster of palm trees and low shrubs, like an island in a sea of sand dunes. In the distance, waves could be heard as they broke across the miles of uninhabited sandy beaches. That night, Tran’s younger brother, Nguyen had just publicly committed his life to service and obedience to Jesus Christ. Tran and his close friends, Huynh and Dang, were overjoyed by Nguyen’s changed life.

           It all started suddenly a week earlier when, Nguyen, the youngest of the three, fell seriously ill while looking for work in Ho Chi Minh City. In the hospital, he struggled for each painful breath of air as he held on to his young life. When word reached Dang of Nguyen’s situation, he immediately quit his job, and along with Huynh, made the two-day journey to the city. Then the two of them rushed to the hospital to pray for Nguyen, who was now indeed very close to death.

          All eyes were now on Dang and Huynh in the open hospital ward as they cried out to the Lord to heal Nguyen. In Vietnam, most people have no knowledge about Jesus, much less seen anyone praying to this invisible God. As the curious onlookers watched, suddenly a bright beam of light appeared, shining directly on Nguyen’s chest. The healing was immediate! The living God had heard! The living God had answered! Everybody in the room saw it!

          Before the three young men left to return to their hometown, they prayed for each person in the hospital room. Altogether, six more people received immediate healing!

          A week later while in his first church meeting, Nguyen took his stand for Jesus publicly. God was so good! He had shown His love to them in such a powerful way! Their faith was stronger now because of the testimony they had just heard. He is a God who really heals, just as He said He would.

          Cautiously, the believer’s slipped away from the illegal meeting. They were ever wary of the watchful eyes of neighbors and authorities, yet eager that those same people should come to know this wonderful God too,

          I thought a moment on Huynh and Dang’s dramatic story. “Is this story for real?” I wondered. It is the first question many of us ask when we hear these kinds of reports. Then I was reminded about the life-changing bright light that had shone on Saul, the Christian hater, recorded in the book in chapter nine in the book of Acts.

          BOTTOM LINE:

As I probed the matter with them, Huynh laughed, Nguyen’s healing was quite unusual. Sometimes we pray for the sick, and they don’t seem to get healed. We get discouraged and give up too soon.”

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Huynh then went on to relay the next story about persistent prayer, Chapter 33, that will be the post for tomorrow. 

From Wendell & Daisy Martin’s book GO NOW! From the INNERMOST PARTS OF THE HEART to the UTTERMOST PARTS OF THE WORLD Plus Forty Stories of Faith, this being #32

Faith & History: Thinking Christianly about the American Past… Robert Tracy McKenzie. See bio following… Aptly & timely provided by Tim, a faithful reader and encouragement to me…

As a historian, I spend a great part of my waking hours thinking about the passage of time.  At the heart of thinking historically is the realization that none of us lives in a vacuum.  Humanly speaking, our lives are influenced (not determined, but profoundly influenced) by what has gone before us.  If there is a single truth that inspires the serious study of history, it is the conviction that we gain great insight into the human condition by situating the lives of men and women in the larger flow of human experience over time.  In short, to think historically is to remember that we live in time.

But remembering that we live in time is also essential to thinking Christianly.  We must remind ourselves daily of one of the undeniable truths of Scripture: our lives are short. The Bible underscores few truths as repeatedly—even monotonously—as this one. “Our days on earth are a shadow,” Job’s friend Bildad tells Job (Job 8:9).  “My life is a breath,” Job agrees (Job 7:7).  David likens our lives to a “passing shadow” (Psalm 144:4).  James compares our life’s span to a “puff of smoke” (James 4:14).  Isaiah is reminded of the “flower of the field” that withers and fades (Isaiah 40:7-8).

These aren’t exhortations to “eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.” They are meant to admonish us—to spur us to wisdom, not fatalism.  The psalmist makes this explicit in the 90th Psalm when he prays that God would “teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom” (Psalm 90:12, New King James version).  To “number our days” means to remember that our days are numbered, i.e., finite.  The Good News Translation is easier to follow here.  It reads, “Teach us how short our life is, so that we may become wise.” Part of growing in Christian wisdom, it would seem, involves reminding ourselves that our lives are fleeting.

American culture, unfortunately, does much to obscure that truth. Compared with the rest of the world, most American Christians live in great material comfort, and for long stretches of time we are able to fool ourselves about the fragility of life. The culture as a whole facilitates our self-deception through a conspiracy of silence. We tacitly agree not to discuss death, hiding away the lingering aged and expending our energies in a quest for perpetual youth.

Madison Avenue and Hollywood perpetuates this deceit, glorifying youth and ignoring the aged except for the occasional mirage of a seventy-year-old action hero aided by Botox and stunt doubles. If you need further proof that our culture flees from the truth of Psalm 90:12, just think about Times Square on New Year’s Eve.  Of all the days of the year, New Year’s Eve is the one on which Americans most pointedly acknowledge the passage of time.  We do so with fireworks and champagne and confetti.  Think about that for a moment.

In his wonderful little book Three Philosophies of Life, Christian philosopher Peter Kreeft sums up the message of the Preacher of Ecclesiastes in this way: Everything that we do to fill our days with meaning of our own making boils down to a desperate effort to distract our attention from the emptiness and vanity of life “under the sun.” Our pursuits of pleasure, power, property, importance—they all “come down in the end to a forgetting, a diversion, a cover-up.” Isn’t that what we see in the televised spectacles on New Year’s Eve?

For the Christian, being mindful that we live in time means not running away from the truth that our lives are short, but rather letting it wash over us until we feel the full weight of discontentment that it brings.  According to Kreeft, “Our desire for eternity, our divine discontent with time, is hope’s messenger,” a reminder that we were created for more than this time-bound life, fashioned by our timeless God with an eye to a timeless eternity.  Being mindful that we live in time should heighten our longing for heaven.  In A Severe Mercy, Sheldon Vanauken goes so far as to identify the “timelessness to come” as one of the glories of heaven.

BOTTOM LINE:

So here’s a resolution to consider for 2018. (originally published Dec 29, 2017) In addition to losing weight, organizing our finances, and working for that promotion, let’s remind ourselves regularly that we live in time.  May the psalmist’s prayer be ours: “Teach us how short our life is,” Lord, “so that we may become wise.”

Faith and History is the blog of Robert Tracy McKenzie, professor and chair of the Department of History at Wheaton College.  Before coming to Wheaton in 2010, I served for twenty-two years on the faculty of the University of Washington, where I was honored to receive the university’s distinguished teaching award, was named a member of the U.W. Teaching Academy, and held the Donald A. Logan Chair of American History.  Along with dozens of scholarly articles and book reviews, I have personally authored two of the approximately 70,000 books about the American Civil War (published by Cambridge University Press and Oxford University Press).  In keeping with my changing sense of calling, my most recent book, available from Intervarsity Press, is The First Thanksgiving: What the Real Story Tells Us about Loving God and Learning from History.

I wrote The First Thanksgiving for the same reason that am writing this blog: I have a burden for the church and a deep desire to be in conversation with Christians about what it means to think Christianly and historically about the American past.  (For a fuller explanation, check out “Why I am Writing.”)  I hope you will find food for thought here.  Please consider subscribing if you do so, as well as sharing this site with others who are interested in the life of the mind, the love of God, and the exploration of the past. 

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