It has been over 5 years since my oldest brother Tom passed away. About a year after his passing, my elder sister announced to the family that she wanted to start a new Christmas tradition. She had had his Bible for a whole year. This was the Bible that our former pastor, Derrald Hilderbrand, had given to Tom as a gift before he left to attend Apostolic Bible Institute. I went to the same college at the same time as Tom and also received a Bible from our pastor, which I still have.
Anyhow, my sister thought it would be a nice idea to have a different family member receive Tom’s Bible as a Christmas gift for a year, and then pass it on to a different family member the following Christmas. Last year my daughter had the Bible, and she decided she was going to pass it on to her cousin Nick in Wisconsin. Since I don’t know when it will be my turn to receive it, and we live in the same house, I asked her if I could look through it before she sent it off. I couldn’t resist taking a few pics.
This Bible is a KJV Cambridge Wide Margin-perfect for adding notes, which Tom did.
I really enjoyed perusing his Bible, looking at passages he had underlined and reading through some of his notes. I’m glad my brother was into the Word, and although I still miss him, I would not want him back on this earth. Now he is with the Word, and one day, whether by way of the Lord’s coming or the grave, I look forward to seeing him again.
It’s almost time for my favorite holiday of the year! Whether you have little or much, here is a poem that helps to keep it in the right perspective.
HOW TO OBSERVE THANKSGIVING
Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth;
Count on God instead of yourself.
Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. Although my father passed away 16 years ago, I’m thankful for him and the influence he had in my life.
I’m very grateful for my husband, the father of our children. Pete, you have been a wonderful dad, and I’m so thankful that you have been a strong spiritual leader, a mentor and a faithful provider. God has blessed our lives greatly through you.
Most of all, I’m thankful for Jesus Christ, my heavenly Father. He truly is a loving and good Father. I’m so glad that He not only blesses me but is there to correct me when I need it or turn me around if I start heading in the wrong direction. That’s love!!
Although we are not planning on going to a Memorial Day service, or visiting a national cemetery or seeing a parade, I have been thinking a lot about the men and women that have fought and sacrficed their lives that we might have the privileges we have today in our country. If you are reading this blog and have a loved one that gave their life in service to our country, I offer a big, heartfelt THANK YOU. May we never forget those who layed down their lives to benefit so many.
Each item represents how Jesus’ body was prepared for burial.
Cans of Crescent Rolls
1. Open can of crescent rolls and separate into triangles. The rolls
represent the linen wrapping used in covering the dead.
2. Dip and roll one marshmallow – representing Jesus’ body – into melted
butter. The butter represents the oils used in anointing the dead body.
3. Roll the marshmallow in the sugar/cinnamon mixture. The mixture
represents the spices used in burials.
4. Place the marshmallow in the center of the crescent triangle. Fold and
pinch the edges tight. Put each crescent-wrapped marshmallow on a
slightly greased cookie sheet. To make clean-up easier, line cookie sheet
with aluminum foil before slightly greasing.
5. Bake the rolls as directed on the package. The oven represents the
When cooked, the marshmallow melts leaving only the puffed crescent
This demonstrates how Jesus rose from the dead. All that remained in the
empty tomb were the linen wrappings.