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June 5, 2017
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Last night my lovely bride and I finally joined a church we can both agree on, and the adventure begins anew towards mutual growth on common ground.

Presbyterian Again

May 24, 2017
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I guess it was about 2 years ago that I left a Presbyterian Church in America – henceforth PCA church for a Reformed Baptist church that was truly Reformed, not a mixture of Eastern Orthodox liturgy with popular evangelicalism and secret flirtations among the staff with the writings of N.T. Wright. I explained in a blog post why I became a Baptist. Now, I find myself back in a PCA church – and with the blessing of the Elders at my former Baptist church! Not due to doctrinal differences (which do still matter), but because my bride and I need to be of the same mind and under the same spiritual headship. We had been getting some marriage counseling. Everyone should! It’s very helpful to avoid self-deception and making me aware of way I was hurting my family without even knowing it. At a certain point, because church is central and vital to making the best of a Christian marriage, and because my wife wouldn’t join my church (why is not relevant to this post), I asked the Elders about looking elsewhere, even though I had a vital role in worship there. It is with their blessing that my wife and I – together – are joining with a PCA church here in town. None of the fancy Orthodox-inspired liturgy, no flirtations with damnable heresies, and the Lord’s Supper every week (I have always wished for that)! A chance at real friendships is part of the reason God is moving us there too, I think. It just wasn’t possible without both of us being committed to the same church.

In the post linked above, I cited three differences between Reformed Baptists and their Presbyterian brethren. In my situation now I’m having to give them a second look, especially since we’re joining this new church and expect to be more than just “regular attenders.”


“Baptists don’t deuce,” my former pastor told me in explaining the difference. But to reach some of the conclusions they have reached, they had to have deduced them “by necessary consequence” even though not contained, per se, in the Scriptures. Baptism, for example, which they define as immersion only, forbidding any other mode. In Scripture there are multiple baptisms, and not all of them by immersion. “The Greek word baptizo means ‘to immerse,'” they say, yet I can’t find independent proof of that claim from anyone but Baptist scholars who simply assert it as fact. Applying the sacrament only to believers is also deduced, since creating a type-and-shadow relationship between physical birth and spiritual birth (regeneration) also requires deduction beyond what is strictly contained in the Scriptures. The Scriptures themselves draw a parallel between Old Testament circumcision and New Testament covenant baptism. One of my favorite little Baptist deductions is drawn from 1 Peter 3:18-21, in which Baptists must deduce that “baptism now saves you” means “only believers should be baptized.” Two Old Testament events are compared to baptism (besides covenant baptism): Noah’s flood (in the 1 Peter 3 passage), and the flight from Egypt (1st Corinthians 10:1-4). In both of those events, I say with a wry but sincerely friendly smile, the people of God were sprinkled, and it was the enemies of God who were immersed! Oops…


The covenants of God with Adam, with Moses, with David – are eternal, even though ancient Israel as it was in Moses’ time and David’s time is long gone. Baptists separate them, reasonably so, into Old (type and shadow) and New (reality prefigured by type and shadow). But Christ fulfilled the Covenants rather than doing away with them. There remains one everlasting Covenant of Grace, which existed even before Creation itself, as the Three Persons of the Godhead covenanted together to redeem a people for God from the fallen race of Adam. Type and shadow are certainly demonstrable from the Scriptures, but they do not represent separate covenants, nor separate people.

The Regulative Principle of Worship

Since the baptism of the children of believers is not expressly and explicitly commanded in the New Testament, Baptists are wise to refer to the Regulative Principle as their main argument for not practicing covenant (“infant”) baptism. We are, however, expressly and explicitly commanded not to neglect the traditions of the Apostles (2 Thes 3:6, 25). The validity of custom is asserted “for those who wish to be contentious,” in 1st Cor. 11:16. So I’m not sure the RP truly applies when it comes to baptism.

A lot of Baptist ways of thinking and applying the Word will remain with me as long as I live, and I’m grateful for it!

But – omygosh, my friends – I’m a Presbyterian. Again.

One Speed: Deliberate.

March 2, 2017
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For most of the last couple of years I have worked as a delivery driver for FedEx Ground/Home Delivery. Unlike the FedEx Express drivers who work directly for FedEx, we Ground/Home Delivery guys are contracted to FedEx. Drivers work for a contractor who buys the right to service certain territories and routes. I wear a FedEx uniform but I work for the Contractor. I actually have worked for two Contractors.

The first hired me for a very busy city route and eventually replaced me because I am “too slow.” Even after months on that route, which I came to know very well, I couldn’t get up to 100+ stops a day, because I’m “too slow.”

The second contractor I worked for, over 8 months, couldn’t find a place for me after having trained me on a half-dozen routes but never leaving me on a route long enough to really become familiar with it. Then complained that I’m “too slow.” They waited, of course, until after peak season to let me go.

Too slow.

Yes, I’m slow. I have only one speed: DELIBERATE. I am concerned first and foremost with accuracy and customer service. If that takes a little longer, fine with me. Speed comes later, with familiarity of the route and finding the most efficient way to run it. But mis-delivered packages and disputed deliveries take more time to correct than just being careful to be accurate and deliver good service. Train me for a route and leave me there long enough to become familiar with it, and my speed will naturally get faster.

Now starting with a third Contractor, who supposedly understands my “weakness” and who supposedly agrees that it’s actually a good thing to deliver good customer service, accurately and carefully, even if it takes more time for the first 3 or four months while I learn the route.

God, I hope so.

A True Church is More

January 30, 2017
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According to Ligonier, the marks of the true church are:

Pure preaching of the gospel,
Pure administration of the sacraments (baptism and the Lord’s Supper), and
Church discipline.

But of course, a true church ought to be more than just these. It is a place where disciples are made. It is a place where the people become a family and friendships are forged that make discipleship – and pure gospel preaching, pure sacraments, and church discipline possible.

Friendship is absolutely vital. One can belong to any church with these three marks and still never become a disciple if he or she is not open to the risk and joy of forging real friendships. We can call each other “brothers and sisters in Christ” without ever learning the real meaning of the common bond we share under our Father God and Elder Brother Jesus Christ.

That’s the hard part. In every church I have ever been a part of, with the exception of two in my childhood, I have forged no friendships at all. Lots of acquaintances, lots of people that I shared a lot in common with (music ministry, youth trips, mission trips, etc), but no friendships that fostered real discipleship to Christ. I’m lonely as can be, surrounded by people who call me “brother” but with whom I share nothing but handshakes and casual conversation once or twice a week.

I can’t say I ever really learned how to make friends, or even to be a friend.

At my age I wonder if it’s too late now.

A Tribute to My Father

January 22, 2017

We were not on good terms when my (biological) father died last Thursday. He had attacked my bride, blaming her for “all my troubles” following my life-threatening battle with severe depression. He never showed any respect for the female members of my family. Neither my wife nor my daughter – both of whom I am immensely proud of – was worthy of any mention in his letters or phone calls for the last several years of his life. Informed of my brush with death, his response was heartless and cruel, especially toward my wife. That was our last contact, about a year ago.

“Joe,” as we always called him, was a brilliant composer of classical music that never got published as far as I know, but efforts to get one of the local colleges up in his hometown to publish it and play some selections were mostly successful. He wrote several hymns as well, which were heard, as far as I know, only at the little Lutheran church he attended. I hope they will find their way into publication so that that part of his legacy can live on and bless many others. Joe was a military veteran, an arch-conservative, a certified NRA firearms instructor, and a faithful husband.

When Joe and his wife Hilda visited us in Florida, he had nothing but good things to say about my stepfather, who was living with us by then. One of my favorite memories of Joe was one wonderful day of target shooting in which everyone including my kids and nephew participated.

Joe helps Danny perfect his technique.

That’s “Dad Hiley” seated on the scooter, Joe teaching, and Hilda poking her smiling face from behind Dad.

Shooting sports were a love we both shared. Here Joe and I went skeet shooting a few times, both at his home in Virginia and mine down here in Florida.
Great memories!

I renewed my acquaintance with my biological father when I was 14 and intensely curious about finding and getting to know my “real” father. He was very accommodating then, and we kept in touch by phone and correspondence for many years.

I met my half-brother Charles on that first trip to Virginia, and always enjoyed the pride that Joe had in him. Charles is a French-trained pastry chef who owns and operates the best bakery in Luray, Virginia. If you’re ever traveling the Blue Ridge Parkway in Virginia and plan a visit to Luray Caverns, be sure to stop in at the Main Street Bakery and Catering shop and tell them Robin sent you!

Joe hated technology. I tried several times to get him a computer in the hopes of teaching him to use it, if only so that our correspondence would be easier and faster, to include pictures, links, and other stuff to enrich it. But really, nothing beats pen and paper and “real” printed photographs, newspaper clippings, and the like. It seems technophobia was another trait we shared.

Joe never got my Star Trek references.

“Holy moley, it’s genetic!” was Suzie’s first response to meeting Joe and witnessing the idiosyncrasies we shared, from the frequent lack of a proper “filter” for our words and behavior in social situations. I was not raised by Joe at all. Yet I act like him in several ways and share his contempt for the new math and modern technology. In a conversation with him about Asperger’s syndrome (before it was re-named to “high functioning autism”) his reaction was, “Holy moley there’s a name for this?” I believe that is a trait we also shared.

Even though we parted on unfriendly terms – so much so that I was not supposed to be informed of his death – most of my memories of Joe are really good ones, and I’m proud to be his son.

Rest in peace, Papa Joe. I’ll see you again soon, in the next world, where our falling out won’t matter one little bit.

Depression Makes Me Intense

May 1, 2016
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Prolong, profound stress – living in “crisis mode” for years – takes a weird toll on a person’s body and mind. I’m not going to explain how I’ve been in “crisis mode” for so long, but suffice it to say that a lot of it is my own dumb fault after some events took place like loss of job, loss of home, loss of life savings, kids leaving home, economic woes; dementia, alcoholism, divorce and death in the family – in other words, normal life! But rapid-fire and sustained for a long time. And my own reactions and responses to these events has been unhealthy and made matters worse.

Maybe I can get off the medication that helps restore normal brain chemistry, but probably only after I learn and practice some better coping skills and make the hard choices needed to relieve the financial burden that keeps me one lost paycheck (or one car breakdown, etc) away from disaster. I should be able to handle crises – even long term stuff – without losing perspective. Especially as an (alleged) Christian who is supposed to have supernatural resources and godly purposes, for whom all things work together for good!

That’s where the counseling has really helped, even though putting practice to biblical principles is new territory for me, though it shouldn’t be. It’s hard work! But it has to be done, if not just for my own mental health, but for the eternal consequences!

Back From the Brink

March 21, 2016
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Well I think I can finally write about my recent brush with death, and maybe I can do it with less of that false sense of shame rooted in the total fantasy that true Christians never get anxious, never get depressed or suicidal, and never give up hope. While I am ashamed of this in a powerful sense, in another sense I think it’s really important as a disciple of Jesus to share my weaknesses and failures as a means to help others. I’m sure that King David would rather that his sins of lust and murder were not recorded in the bible for all of history! Yet they are instructive for the rest of us forgiven sinners, all of whom are lust-driven murderers at heart anyway, and me most of all. I also want to offer encouragement to saints who are dealing with depression and ashamed to admit it, much less to actually get help. The idea that “real” Christians never give in or lose hope in the face of overwhelming odds and impossible circumstances is totally bogus, unrealistic, arrogant, and dangerous! Here are a few examples from the Scriptures of great men of faith who suffered from depression even to the point of pleading for death, just as I did. I also want to state very clearly that those who vehemently oppose the use of medication for treating even extreme mental illnesses, based on the notion that “the problem is sin, not chemistry,” may be liable in part for the profound and prolonged suffering of those believe them; and may even be liable in the Day of Judgment for lives lost. While I can agree that sin is the root of every form of mental illness, and that exposing the sin, and learning and practicing repentance the ultimate cure, I cannot and will not discount medication to help address the damage done by such sin. Persistent mental stress causes physical and chemical changes in the body. Like in the normal “fight or flight” response to a physical threat in which the body dumps adrenalin into the bloodstream, increases pulse, raises blood pressure and respiratory rate, and readies itself to repel an enemy – if that adrenalin dump occurs and no physical battle or flight follows, then real damage can be done! This ain’t Star Trek where you just cancel red alert, disarm torpedoes, power down shields and phasers and be on your merry way. That adrenalin surge needs an outlet. And if it doesn’t get one, it’ll do some damage of it’s own. If that is repeated a lot – or if it happens almost continuously as in the throes of unrelenting depression, whatever the cause, then real, measurable, chemical and physical damage follows. Leaving that untreated is inexcusable if a simple medicine is available to interrupt the cycle of continuous adrenalin surging without a “fight or flight” following and the organ and tissue damage resulting from that. If you tell me I should be ashamed to be taking an antidepressant for a while until I sort out and deal with the cause (sin) of my depression, then I’ll tell you that you should be ashamed for multiplying the suffering and threatening the safety of sinners just like yourself. When I no longer need the antidepressant I’ll quit using it. But until I identify the sin behind my depression, learn what real repentance from that sin looks like, and practice that repentance until it becomes a new habit, I’ll take whatever help I can get to interrupt that destructive chemical cycle that interferes with that repentance!

So here’s the story, briefly:

A lot has happened in the past two months, including a near-hospitalization for an episode of such deep despair that I became briefly suicidal. Marital and financial stress has gone on for so long that something snapped when I got turned down for the umpteenth time for a decent job. The only thing that saved me was the fact that I published my feelings and intentions online and someone who saw it alerted someone who intervened. It has been a few weeks since then now, and medication and counseling (not from a psychiatrist or psychologist, but a “nouthetic” counselor, bible-based) are helping me keep a lid on that despair while I undergo training for a permanent new job. It’s far better than the well drilling job I was doing before! I complained about safety there and it got me fired, so I went ahead and filed an OSHA complaint against that stupid arrogant buttwipe, then took the only available job that wouldn’t take me far from home. It was selling carpet, tile, hardwoods, vinyl and other flooring. I’m no salesman, and I was failing miserably at it. That’s when I finally had my “breakdown” of sorts. We were two months behind in bills, I was forced to give up a car I had just bought in December because we couldn’t afford the payments, our landlord was threatening eviction, and then I got turned down for a dream job after two interviews. My wife still had only part-time minimum wage work in a small retail shop (and that’s with an MBA degree!). I was done with life and ready to end it. If I hadn’t said something, I would have pulled the trigger and ended my profound sorrow and hopeless misery.

Because others intervened, we got some help with overdue bills, got caught up on rent, took drastic steps to curb unnecessary spending (cut the cable, let the car go, took in a family member to help with the rent, and count every penny of earnings, spending absolutely nothing on anything we don’t absolutely have to have. I got hired only last week, finally, and have been training. This job appeared literally out of the blue, one day before I was supposed to go back on the road in a truck for no other jobs where we live. Doing so would have ended my counseling and put me right back where I was. So this job can only be a gift from God. His Name be praised and His will be done!

I don’t think I’m out of danger yet. Lingering despair lurks just out of sight. My wife has our firearms safely hidden away. I’m only in the second week of nouthetic counseling (my wife is going with me), and I still need the antidepressant, while we uncover the sins that have taken us so far down this road, learn what repentance for those sins looks like, and practice it. And then navigate out of this mess. It will take time. But for the first time in many years, I have some hope for a way out of these lifelong issues of sin and bad decisions.

Still Undecided

February 14, 2016
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Once again Donald Trump has demonstrated that Trump is all about Trump and only about Trump. He sounded like aDemocrat last night with his “Bush lied, people” lines in last night’s GOP debate. And in South Carolina no less – the most military-friendly state in the Union. What America needs and what America can get from this electorate are two very different things:

What America NEEDS

America needs a right-wing extremist! A tax-cutting, border-sealing, military-hardening, screw-the-liberal entitlement bull right now kinda president. Like Ted Cruz.

What America can GET…

…from an electorate the majority of which wants a bunch of free stuff from “the government,” from free housing and health care to free college and everything else the Democrats have been telling them for generations that they are “entitled to.” Such an electorate is NOT going to vote for what America NEEDS, but for what they want – free stuff.

IF THE GOP NOMINATES Ted Cruz, which is what the country needs, he’ll be competing with Santa Claus for votes. No contest. The “gimme more free stuff” electorate here in the States will vote for the Santa Claus candidate who promises the most free stuff, even though the people are a thousand times worse off under the increasingly socialist policies that promise them all these “entitlements.”

IF THE GOP NOMINATES TRUMP, again, no contest. He’s a hollow windbag who is running only for his own ego, not for the good of the country OR for the “gimme more” crowd. Besides, our current president is enough of an ego-driven megalomaniac, we should not replace him with another of equal or greater magnitude, like Trump or the Hildebeast.

So now I’m looking at Rubio a little more seriously. I wonder if he could actually compete successfully against Santa Claus.

Morals and Money

December 22, 2015

Again I have to moral issue to deal with. My car blew up, my son has to have a car (he was using mine) to get to and from work, and I have to have one to get to and from work. My wife has payments on her car too.

I thought the answer to prayer had come Saturday, but it’s not God’s answer. Of the three of us, only my credit was good enough to qualify for a car loan. The dealer promised to be “creative” in helping my son and I both get cars.

“APPROVED!” they said… and now I know why. I went in today to sign the final papers and here is how the dealership got “creative” to get me approved:

They lied.

After I waded through the stack of papers, the salesman explained that two separate banks had approved me for a car loan. They were able to get both approved because they did them simultaneously, so that one wouldn’t know how thinly stretched I was until it’s too late. He then advised me what to tell them when they call to confirm the information on my application. “Just tell them you’ve been there for 3 years and 8 months, and that you make $3800/month,” he said.

I told him I’m not cool with this, and he’s like, “It’s a bank, dude. You know they’re crooks anyway.”

“It looks to me like you’re the one being crooked right now,” I said.

My wife is scared. We can’t manage with just one car between three of us, all of whom work in different towns around here. She offered to do the dirty deed for me so I wouldn’t have to lie. Gee, thanks. But it’s my name on that credit application and I won’t lie. If the deal goes bad and we lose both cars that we’ve been driving since Saturday, so be it. God is my provider, and this “answer to prayer” wasn’t from Him.

I can’t afford two more car payments anyhow. I was counting on my son to make the payments on his car so I would only have to manage one payment, but it still requires me to lie to the banks.

So I’ll drive my car until that fateful phone call, since the dealer pushed me out the door and told me not to decide too hastily. But after that phone call comes, I’m back to bumming rides and hoping my son can do the same. And when this is all over, I’ll publish the name of the dealer who puts people in such a position.

Lessons From Isolation

July 1, 2015

I wasn’t supposed to be home already, but my company could not find another load for me to haul that would get me back home in time to say goodbye to my little girl before she heads off to Papua, New Guinea as a part of New Tribes Mission‘s team. And since that was of top importance, they’ve got me home early.

I spent all day yesterday looking for local work in my home town and not surprisingly, there are still no jobs that pay much better than part-time minimum wage. So it looks like I’ll be back in the truck again on Monday, out for two weeks. It’s awful, but profitable both financially and spiritually – at least for me, at least for now. It’s kinda funny how some things can be good for one person and tragically devastating for another. Truck driving turns some guys into nasty, dirty, profane animals, while other drivers can take pride in their work and live above the moral grime even out here, living in a box for weeks at a time.

This is the box I’ll be living in again starting Monday:

She’s a beauty, ain’t she? A 2012 Freightliner with a 10-speed transmission, and auxiliary power (so I don’t have to idle the engine to run the air conditioner or heat when I’m not driving, and providing AC electrical power too). This is the first time I’ve enjoyed such luxury in a truck. The last time I tried this was horrible. Idling was forbidden, no auxiliary power was available, so you got your “rest” lying in a pool of your own sweat when it was hot, or shivering where it was cold. When I wake up after a rest break in this truck, I’m refreshed and truly rested. What a difference!

Oh, and it’s not red like I expected. It’s green… like in the original Boy Wonder’s uniform. But that dark green color is my favorite color, so I don’t object. Look for that 474 on the side and if you see me on the road, give a wave! When I’m home someone else uses that truck, so um, maybe you shouldn’t wave after all… unless you see a handsome sidekick in the driver’s seat, singing at the top of his lungs while cruising down the road. I do that a lot. Oh, y’wanna see the inside? Lookie here:

I’ve got lots of storage space, a cozy comfy bunk, stereo speakers, lights, desk space, counter space, padded walls (my first thought was “padded cell“), and a refrigerator that supposedly works (I see lights on, but it hasn’t cooled yet, so to me it’s more like an icebox).

When I get a little money for something other than bills, I’ll add a 12-volt coffeemaker, a throw rug, and maybe a CB radio because some places insist on using CB to inform the drivers that a door is ready for loading or unloading (other than that I have no use for a stupid CB radio). A signal booster for my cell phone too, since several places I’ve gone so far have no cell service (Sprint). And maybe a wifi antenna. I refuse to pay for wifi service, so I really only use it when it’s free. I have no need for a TV or any of that stuff. But I am gonna collect CDs of sermons I miss at church so I can listen in the truck, since decent Christian radio is increasingly rare. There are usually some of those “Christian” bubble-gum stations, but good stuff like Moody radio is hard to find on the road. I could try one of those satellite radio things I suppose, when money isn’t so darn tight.

Okay so much for the physical / material stuff. The important stuff is how my Father and Hero are using these circumstances for God’s glory and my good! It has been so amazing. To sum up in a single word, I would choose the word TRIUMPH! Here is how:

I am winning my battles in the same way that my Lord Jesus Christ won His own victory: Surrender! Stay with me now, I know that doesn’t sound very much like victory and triumph, but hang in there and I’ll explain.

The Enemy is sin and death. Not Satan, not evil, but sin and it’s effects. If the enemies of Christ had understood what He was up to, they would not have crucified Him (1st Corinthians 2:8)! Yet “He has now reconciled us in His body through death (Colossians 2:22),” paying the penalty for our sin and liberating His followers from the terrible justice of God for our guilt. His surrender is our victory! But He was not ultimately defeated. The Father resurrected Him following His atoning sacrifice, and in Him we too will inherit resurrection! Ultimate victory! His surrender is more than just victory over the PENALTY of our sin, but also over its POWER over us. And one fine day, over it’s very PRESENCE which interferes at times with our relationship with Him, now that we are sinners are reconciled to holy God.

“If You wish me to live in a truck until You return for me, I’ll do it,” I said, finally, after two days of random, uncontrollable crying jags at the so-called hardship of trucking. I have been reading Peter’s epistles lately in my quiet time, and following Peter back to the Old Testament scriptures he frequently quotes in his letters. In those passages I continually find that rebels get away with nothing in the end; that God always rescues a faithful remnant that serves Him; that even death itself is no victory over His own. In such surrender to Him, I continually win victory after victory over the “after-effects” of my forgiven sin.
The Surprising Effects of Victorious Surrender

It gives me immunity from road rage. There are a lot of really stupid idiots on the roads these days. My victory keeps me from cursing them and allows me to do the opposite! “Lord bless that poor idiot so that he doesn’t kill himself or anyone else” comes out of my mouth instead of the “normal” calls for damnation. As a forgiven sinner, I am certainly in no position to condemn anyone else!

The isolation I have surrendered to gives me victory over my old carnal thought life. “Taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ (2nd Corinthians 10:5)” is something I never truly acknowledged as even being possible for me until now. I can recite His word, sing psalms, hymns, and spiritual songs at the top of my lungs all day long (impossible in most jobs, but easy in a big rig), and pray literally all day long! Prayer in which I actually do more listening than speaking, which is awesome. Idle time is a huge threat to most people. In fact being idle has usually been very dangerous – spiritually speaking – for me! But now I am never bored. And never really idle, since I fill my time behind the wheel with worship and prayer.

I’m losing weight! I worried that I’d get fat and disgusting sitting on my well-fed butt for a living, but I rarely ever get hungry even when I’m not driving. I don’t snack out of boredom like I used to. And I drink more water now than before. I feel healthier and happier surrendered to a Master who cares more for me than anyone.

You benefit from my victorious surrender as well. Because I pray all day long for you. My prayers are guided by His word and Spirit, by the names in my church directory; family, missionaries, churches, leaders both spiritual and civil, members of the military, prayer for God-breathed revival instead of this manufactured fake stuff that we see so far. With a prayer warrior on your side who is free to battle in prayer all day long, you too, dear reader, directly benefit from my surrender. I think it’s the least I can do, since I owe such a vast debt of love not only to my heavenly Father, but to all those who have battled in prayer for me for many years! I am happy for a chance to replay the kindness, knowing that “the effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much (James 5:16).”

My church is studying the book of Romans on Sunday mornings. We may be there for years, the way our pastor handles it, expositing a single book at a time. I can hardly wait ’til we get to chapters 7 and 8 where it tells more about this wonderful surrender! It’s okay to look ahead… to know more of what I’m writing about here, please refer to Paul’s epistle to the Romans.

Back on the road soon,

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