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Danger in Christian preaching often illustrates the ever-present threats believers face, whether physical, spiritual, or moral. It uses vivid pictures such as shields of protection, lurking enemies, or precarious situations like sitting on a powder keg to emphasize vigilance and reliance on God's deliverance (Psalm 18:2, Proverbs 27:12). These images call for caution, faith, and awareness of unseen perils.

Refusing To Move, Losing It All

Mark 10:17

La Conchita, California - a community sitting on this narrow strip of land between the Pacific Coast Highway and a steep cliff. In 1995, 600,000 tons of mud collapsed and buried nine houses there. Thankfully it moved slowly enough that everybody was able to get out alive. Not this time. In January of 2005, a chunk of the 300-foot bluff that towered over the town collapsed with a loud roar. In moments a sea of mud had crushed 15 homes and damaged 16 others. One man who missed the mudslide because of a quick trip for ice cream ran back to his buried home and began frantically digging for his wife and family with the rescuers. Tragically, they were some of those who died in the mudslide. It's been a nice place to live, and a deadly place to live.

I'm Ron Hutchcraft and I want to have A Word With You today about “Refusing to Move, Losing it All.”

Many people who live in potentially dangerous places in America refuse to move, and that certainly is their choice. But there is a question to be seriously considered: is any place so nice to live that it's worth dying for?

That question becomes perhaps life's most important question when it comes to the eternal future of a person because so many are facing a deadly spiritual future. Not because there isn't a safe place, but because they refuse to move. And unlike a geographical area where disaster is possible, it is, for those in the spiritual danger zone, inevitable. There is no escaping the Bible's clear decree that “man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment” (Hebrews 9:27). That's “judgment” as in facing the consequences of a life lived putting me first instead of my Creator, of living out-of-bounds, breaking God's laws, of doing and saying and thinking so many things that ultimately defy the God who made me.

Thankfully, the catastrophe of an unthinkable hell is not inevitable if you're willing to move. Because the Bible explains that Jesus Christ, God's Son, carried “our sins in his body on the tree” (1 Peter 2:24), loving us so much that He absorbed the hell we deserve, so we could have the heaven we could never deserve. In God's words, though “the wages” of our sin “is death, the gift of God is eternal life” (Romans 6:23). And how does a person still end up paying the eternal death penalty for their sin when Jesus already did? By refusing to move. Refusing to let go of something or someone that is fatally important to them. Like the irresistible ring in “Lord of the Rings” that inevitably destroys the one who holds onto it, some earth-person or earth-thing becomes our “Precious” - the thing we refuse to let go of, even though hanging onto it will cost us our forever.

In Mark 10:17-22, our word for today from the Word of God, a rich young ruler comes to Jesus, asking how to go to heaven. Their conversation reveals he's led a righteous life. But when Jesus asks him to let go of his wealth because it's his god, the Bible says, “He went away sad, because he had great wealth” (verse 22). As far as we know, he went away lost. I wonder what your “Precious” is - the thing that keeps you from moving to Jesus; a relationship, friends, a lifestyle, a favorite sin, even your stubborn trust in your religion rather than in Christ alone. Maybe it's control you don't want to give up. Because you're not willing to move, you stand in the path of the awful judgment of God that Jesus died to save you from.

But is any place in life worth holding onto when it's going to cost you your life ... eternal life? Don't miss Jesus because you won't move. He left heaven and went to that horrible cross for you. And because of that, He's your only chance at heaven and at the life you were made for here on earth. Let this be the day you finally move to Jesus.

None of us knows when we'll keep our appointment with God. What we do know is how to be sure we're ready whenever it comes, by moving to the only safe place there is, and that's the strong arms of Jesus Christ.

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Copyright © Ron Hutchcraft Ministries, Inc., PO Box 400, Harrison, AR 72602. Used by permission. Written by Ron Hutchcraft. "Practical Answers to Real Life Issues"

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Facing the Risk

Matthew 14:22

And straightway Jesus constrained his disciples to get into a ship … and when the evening was come … the ship was … tossed with waves: for the wind was contrary. — Matthew 14:22-24.

Remember it was Jesus who bade the disciples to make the crossing of the sea. It might be assumed that that was a guarantee of a smooth passage; but it was not so. You may encounter danger while obeying the command of the Master, and even while the Master is actually with you. Faith is an enterprise of highest daring. “Losing faith” may mean unwillingness to encounter risk. Do not allow worldly elements to disturb your devotion to Christ. Overcome through Him. Our faith will be increased, strengthened, beautified if we do.

Since thou hast much to learn, e’en though

thou art in Christ complete,

In faith and knowledge seek to grow

by sitting at His feet. alt.

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Look Up From the Torrent

Matthew 14:30

When he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid … beginning to sink. — Matthew 14:30.

Two travelers reined their horses to a halt near the edge of a river. The Susquehanna was swollen almost to a turbulent torrent, but after a brief powwow the men decided to try to ford the river in spite of the flood. As their horses waded out toward midstream one of the riders was almost overcome with dizziness. He started to totter in the saddle. His companion, fearing that his friend would tumble off his mount, shouted sharply, “Look up, man ! Look up!” The dizzy traveler heeded the command and regained his balance. Looking down at the swollen waters endangered his safety, but looking up saved him from a fall. — Raymond L. Cox.

Lord! we our unbelief confess, do Thou our little faith increase,

That we may fail no more, but fix on Thee a steady eye,

And on Thine outstretched arm rely, till all the storm is o’er.

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A Song Before Dying

Acts 16:25

Can you picture Jesus celebrating the Passover with his disciples in the upper room? The scene is a familiar one, especially because it is recalled in most churches each time the Lord's Supper is celebrated. But after Jesus had washed his disciples' feet, after they had eaten the meal, after Judas had slipped out to betray Jesus, the Gospel writers record a detail that makes the scene even more vivid and even more moving. We read in Matthew 26 and Mark 14 that, before going up to the Mount of Olives, those who were gathered with Jesus sang a hymn.

Jesus knew what lay ahead. He would spend a night in prayerful agony. He would be betrayed, beaten, tortured, and forsaken, all in the next twenty-four hours. Yet he prepared himself to bear the dreadful weight of the sins of all the world by singing a hymn. Why?

I believe that Jesus was able to sing IN SPITE OF what he knew lay ahead. He was able to see past his agony, for he knew that his death would not be the end of him. We are told that “[F]or the joy set before him [he] endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God” (Hebrews 12:2). Jesus could see ahead to that day when a loud voice will cry out “Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away” (Revelation 21:3-4). Because he looked forward to this joyful resolution, he could lift up his voice in a song of worship to his Father.

I also believe that Jesus was able to sing BECAUSE OF what he knew lay ahead. He knew that his death was not an accident of history or a politically expedient sacrifice. Through this death that had been decreed before the foundation of the world, he would make all things new. Just as through one man, death entered the world, through one man life would be made available to all. He knew that the justice of God would be satisfied, and that the veil separating God from man would be torn in two. The fulfillment of God's perfect plan was at hand, and this was reason to sing.

I imagine that as the Son of God sang in the face of death, Satan felt a shiver go down his spine. He was about to fire his sharpest arrow at God, to maul his only son, but the son could look in the face of death with confidence.

We will never have to endure the agony that Christ endured because he suffered for us. But we all face suffering and deaths of many sorts. Whether you are facing the death of a dream or the wasting away of your physical body, you can join Jesus in lifting your heart to worship. We know that BECAUSE OF these trials, we are drawn closer to Christ and made more and more like him. We can pray as Paul did, “I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.” (Philippians 3:10-11).

We can also sing IN SPITE OF our trials, because we know that “[N]either height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Romans 8:39). This world is not our home, and compared with the glory that we will have, the troubles of this life will seem “light and momentary” (2 Corinthians 4:17). That, my friends, is cause for singing.

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Copyright © 2006 Ravi Zacharias International Ministries (RZIM). Reprinted with permission. "A Slice of Infinity" is a radio ministry of Ravi Zacharias International Ministries.

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Hopeless Job Offer

Antarctic explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton posted this announcement in 1913 for an upcoming expedition to the bottom continent:

Men wanted for hazardous journey.

Small wages.

Bitter cold.

Long months of complete darkness.

Constant danger.

Safe return doubtful.

Honor and recognition in case of success.

More than 5,000 men applied for 26 positions.

Shackleton was good to his word, because the expedition was a disaster -- their ship was crushed by ice floes, most of the crew had to be abandoned on a frozen and deserted island, and a handful of men had to take a small boat on a one-chance mission to the outside world. Miraculously, they succeeded. The entire crew was rescued without the loss of a single man. The crew was honored throughout the British Empire, though they had never even got a chance to start out toward their intended goal.

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Commitment and Trust

Deuteronomy 33:27

”The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deuteronomy 33:27, NIV).

I grew up in Australia, a country that is only slightly smaller than mainland USA. Within a 150 mile radius of where I now live in Southern California there are more people living than in the whole of Australia! Sometimes it feels like they are all on the freeways at once during the morning and evening rush hour!

Why it’s called rush-hour traffic I’ll never understand. Thousands upon thousands of cars, speeding along at 65-75 miles per hour (110-125 K), then suddenly coming to a stop … them moving … then slowing down … bumper to bumper … winding from town to town like a gigantic accordion snake in an automobile jungle!

There are constant accidents … some minor … others fatal!

Every week I spend from 10 to 13 hours on these high- speed highways … mostly in the so-called rush hour traffic. I often feel like I take my life into my hands when I get onto the freeway.

This is only one reason why I commit and trust my life to God every day. And at the close of every day I like to thank God for his care and keeping for yet another day. Naturally, there are many other reasons why I make this daily commitment of my life to God and the lives of my loved ones.

With God’s commitment to us in today’s Scripture verse, what better care can we ever hope to have, and what better One in whom to put our trust?

I will always be grateful to the pastor who taught me to make this daily commitment to God when I was still a youth. It was one of the best pieces of practical advice I can remember receiving. And so I pass it on to you in the hope that you, too, will pass it on to others.

Suggested prayer: “Dear God, thank you are my refuge, that underneath me are your everlasting arms, and that you are always very present help in time of need. Gratefully in Jesus’ name. Amen.”

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Be Careful Shooting That Arrow In Church

At the Pentecostals Of Sheboyan County church, the pastor decided to use an exciting prop - he had someone shoot an arrow across the front of the church during a service.

As the parishioner prepared to shoot the arrow with his bow, one man stood up and objected, telling the pastor it was unsafe and illegal. Parishioners said the pastor told the man to be quiet and sit down. When the man objected a second time, the pastor asked him to leave. He did and called police.

The archer-parishioner was cited for using a missile indoors and the pastor was cited for aiding and abetting. Both were fined $109.

Hopefully he hit what he aimed for, but undoubtedly they got hit with what they didn’t aim for.

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Copyright © 2009 The Associated Press. All rights reserved.

Zombie Emergency Plan

Mark 5:1

The University of Florida believes in being prepared. It has plans for dealing with hurricanes and pandemics. And it appears to be the only school in America that’s planning for a massive night of the living dead. Part of the university’s Disaster Preparedness Plan is an exercise describing how officials would respond to attacks by “flesh-eating, apparently life-impaired individuals.”

“Some employees may prefer weapons such as chain saws, baseball bats, and explosives that have been shown to be effective against zombies,” the plan says. “Given the stress on staff to be anticipated during a zombie outbreak, employees should be given the flexibility to choose their own weaponry thereby diminishing anxiety.”

The Zombie Attack Plan includes footnotes referring to zombie movies such as “Night of the Living Dead” and “28 Days Later” as documentaries. It also has some helpful tips:

* Signs of a possible zombie include “Identification of difficult to kill, flesh-eating perpetrators” and “Documentation of lots of strange moaning.”

* Contrary to myth, “garlic will not stop true zombies, only vampires; and zombies do come out during the day, though they are most active a night because they typically do not like sunlight.”

The “infected co-worker dispatch form” includes a place to list the co-worker’s symptoms such as “references to wanting to eat brains” and “lack of rational thought (this can cause problems confusing zombies with managers).”

At the end of the section, employees must note whether housekeeping was notified to clean up the dead zombie, and human resources has been told to stop salary payments to the zombie and its victims.

Do you have a plan?

The Cannonball Record Has Been Broken Again

Acts 15:26

Three guys you’ve probably never heard of recently broke a speed record most people don’t care about — the New York to Los Angeles run referred to colloquially among aficionados as the Cannonball. Unlike most speed records and races, there’s no sanctioning body or official rules. That’s because setting a Cannonball record invariably involves breaking multiple traffic laws. In other words, it’s illegal. But that doesn’t stop people from doing it.

The original record time in driving from New York to Los Angeles was set by Erwin “Cannonball” Baker in 1933. The record wasn't broken until 1971, and new records were set every few years after that, at 32 hours in 1983, 31 hours in 2006, and finally 28 hours and 50 minutes in 2013. With the increase in highway traffic volume and police detection technology, many assumed it would become impossible to break that record. But three guys did in 2019.

The distance is 2,825 miles. The speed limit on the northern route never exceeds 80 miles per hour and is usually 70 miles per hour. Yet they were able to maintain an overall average speed of 103 mph, including stops for fuel, which they managed to keep down to a blindingly fast 22 and a half minutes total.

How can drivers go for long stretches at two or three times the legal speed limit? They had a souped-up Mercedes-Benz altered to look like an ordinary sedan, two types of radar detectors, a police scanner, a thermal scope to detect deer, a laser jamming system and an aircraft collision avoidance system to detect police aircraft. One of the three men is enlisted to continuously scan the highway with gyro-stabilized binoculars to locate police, and he also monitors the Waze traffic app. The men also had help from 18 lookouts along the route.

They had some close calls. They missed detecting one police car going by in the other direction and screamed past him at 120 miles per hour. Apparently he called other units to set up a speed trap for them but they had already blown past.

There are inherent dangers in this race, not only to the drivers but to others on the highway. No one has been injured - yet. And yet one of the drivers estimates that since 2015, more than 100 cars have raced across the county. Like Everest, is is a risky challenge that to some is irresistible.

People will risk their lives to attain phemeral glory. What would they risk to attain eternal glory, an everlasting life with God?

Jesus Didn't Jump

Luke 4:9

There used to be a popular abandoned railroad bridge in New Jersey. It was 50 feet above the Delaware River near Portland and teenagers would jump off it. An otherwise-reasonable woman in Ledgewood Baptist Church did it. A definitely unreasonable pastor’s son from this congregation [Josiah Holwick] climbed up to the upper arch of the bridge and dropped 80 feet to the river. He was filmed doing it, of course. In 2009 a young man jumped off and his body wasn’t found for seven months. Authorities altered the bridge so no one could ever jump off it again.

That bridge attracted amateurs. A higher level of thrill comes from BASE jumping. BASE jumpers find extremely tall buildings, cliffs or bridges - and jump off them. They carry special parachutes on their backs and release them at the last possible moment. It is supposed to be very thrilling.

The movie “Sunshine Superman” is about the man who invented BASE jumping. Carl Boenish was a nerdy guy who loved to parachute and especially to video himself and others while parachuting. He got the idea to do it without an airplane by going to Yosemite National Park and jumping off El Capitan, one of tallest cliffs in the world.* It made a great video.

It wasn’t legal, of course, but he felt the laws of nature trumped the laws of man. I am not sure which law of nature says it is a good idea to throw yourself off a cliff or skyscraper but the idea soon caught on and thousands were doing it. This week a British guy jumped off a bridge attached to a bungee cord, dropped hundreds of feet, and dunked a biscuit in a cup of tea.

One of the tallest cliffs in the world was in Norway. Carl flew there with his wife and crew and made a world-record jump from the top of it. Soon after this he went back up the mountain with some locals. At the top, he asked them if they knew the Bible. He then proceeded to tell the story of the temptation of Jesus. The devil took Jesus to a high point of the temple and challenged him to jump off. Satan even quoted a Bible passage that promised that God would send his angels to deliver his devoted follower from danger.

Carl Boenish pointed to his parachute and said, “This is my angel.” He jumped.

The locals filmed him as he fell, but then they froze. Carl’s body had turned into the cliff face and tumbled down until he lay motionless on the rocks below. About one out of every 700 BASE jumps ends this way. Over 300 have died in the sport, averaging 25 a year.

Carl omitted a critical part of the temptation story. Jesus had said to Satan, “The Bible also says, don’t put God to the test.” Jesus never jumped.

* Carl Boenish was not the first to jump off El Capitan - Brian Schubert and Mike Pelkey had done it in 1966. Carl and his friends took it beyond being a stunt to the full-fledged sport of BASE jumping.

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"Trollwall 1984," by Stein Erik, February 8, 2010 (last modified December 12, 2014); .

"Film Review: ‘Sunshine Superman’," by Dennis Harvey, January 16, 2015; .

"‘Sunshine Superman’ Review: Leap of Faith," by Joe Morgenstern, Wall Street Journal, May 21, 2015; .

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No Regrets When God Calls

Mark 10:30

Karen Watson knew Iraq was dangerous.

She had left Iraq months before, exhausted and afraid, as the chaotic country descended deeper into violence. But she went back anyway. She was not a soldier, but a Christian relief worker, armed only with love and humanitarian aid.

That decision claimed the 38-year-old’s life on a dusty road 10 years ago. Still, she had no regrets about going back. She wasn’t big on regrets; she had experienced too many of them already in her short life. She was big on obedience.

“When God calls there are no regrets,” she wrote in a now-famous letter found in a sealed envelope marked “Open in case of death.” Departing for the Middle East, she had left the letter with Phil Neighbors, her pastor at Valley Baptist Church in Bakersfield, Calif.

“I tried to share my heart with you as much as possible, my heart for the nations,” Watson said in the letter. “I wasn’t called to a place; I was called to Him. To obey was my objective, to suffer was expected, His glory my reward, His glory my reward.”

She had joined the wave of foreign relief workers who rushed to Iraq after U.S. and coalition forces overthrew Saddam Hussein’s regime in 2003. But relief groups didn’t realize how quickly large areas of Iraq were becoming death traps as factional attacks and terrorism mounted.

On March 15, 2004, Watson and four other Southern Baptist humanitarian workers were driving back to Mosul after a day of visiting villagers in need of clean water. Gunmen pulled alongside their vehicle and opened fire, killing Watson and co-workers Larry and Jean Elliott on the spot. David McDonnall died hours after the attack. Carrie McDonnall, David’s wife, suffered multiple wounds but recovered.

In the 2005 book, “Lives Given, Not Taken: 21st Century Southern Baptist Martyrs,” I wrote about these workers and four other Southern Baptist missionaries killed in terror attacks since 9/11. I read their letters and journals, and discussed these workers’ lives with their widows, friends, colleagues, parents and children.

Watson’s story struck the deepest chord in me. She overcame a difficult early life, a broken family, devastating losses of loved ones and years of emotional pain to become a bold and joyful servant. She packed a lifetime of loving Jesus into the nine years she knew Him as Savior before her death.

“Don’t make Karen into a saint,” urged a close friend. “She would hate that. She was pretty wild when she was young. But when she became a Christian, she turned around 180 degrees.”

So who, exactly, was Watson? One tough woman, to hear some tell it. Before becoming a believer, she ran a pool hall. Later, as a detention officer with the Kern County (California) Sheriff’s Department, she handled potentially violent jail inmates and trained other deputies to quell disorder, by force if necessary.

During her first year as a believer, she was offered the job with the Sheriff’s Department -- and she seized the opportunity. Watson had a deep sense of justice -- of right and wrong -- which had been violated many times during her years of pain. Law enforcement represented a way to try to right some of those wrongs. And as a young Christian, Watson had by no means become a quiet, retiring nun. She was in charge -- and when she felt it necessary, in your face.

“She was a straight shooter. She didn’t sugarcoat anything,” said Lt. Kevin Wright, her commanding officer and closest friend in the department. “I would hear her footsteps coming down the hall and know I was going to get a lecture about something. She would come in, close the door, sit on my desk and say, ‘We gotta talk.’”

Watson did her best at all times and expected everyone else to do the same. No slack, no excuses. Nearly everyone in the department liked her though, because she backed her words with action, commitment and loyalty. “She was the kind of person you wanted on your side when the going got rough,” Wright said.

Inmates liked her, too. She was firm, but fair. “She was compassionate with them,” Wright said. “They knew they weren’t going to pull anything over on her, that she was strict and would enforce the rules. But she was willing to listen to them.”

Once Watson gave her heart to Jesus, He began the patient process of softening her, a process revealed in the journals she kept throughout her walk with God. The journals are a series of love letters from God to her, and from her to God, recording her pursuit of Him with all of her mind, body and soul.

“I’m not going to give anything to my Lord that will cost me nothing,” she wrote, way back in 1998.

Many times during her life Watson -- like other children of broken homes -- battled anger, bitterness, depression, loneliness, perfectionism, insecurity and the compulsion to rebel against authority. She also struggled with fear throughout her time in Iraq and freely admitted it.

But courage isn’t the absence of fear, as one of her pastors reminded listeners at her funeral. Courage is the laying aside of fear to obey God, trusting Him with the consequences.

When she was assigned by IMB to help coordinate post-war relief projects in Iraq, she sold her house and car and gave away most of her other possessions -- whatever wouldn’t fit in a large duffel bag. After relief work began in earnest, she worked with others to coordinate the distribution of thousands of food boxes sent by Southern Baptist churches and the rebuilding of damaged schools, among numerous other projects. One of her most cherished ministries was the “Widows Project,” a program that helped mostly nonliterate Iraqi women learn to read, gain work skills and generate income.

“Karen built relationships everywhere she went,” a colleague said. “People remember her. They remember the light in her countenance. They remember her friendliness.”

The spiritual battle intensified for Watson as the brutally hot summer months of 2003 passed. Threats against foreign civilians were increasing. She personally experienced several close calls in the Baghdad area as bombings and street attacks mounted. Gunfire woke her up at night; sleep seldom returned. It became overwhelming.

Watson left Iraq for several months, not knowing if she would ever return. She rested -- mentally, physically and spiritually. She savored the feeling of having lunch with friends at McDonald’s without having to look over her shoulder or listen for explosions and gunfire. She studied Arabic. She spent many hours in prayer. As time passed, she confronted her anxieties about what was happening in Iraq. She studied key passages of God’s Word with close friends -- grappling once again not only with current fears but with old wounds and heartbreak.

“Lord, in all my weakness I need Your strength for the future,” she wrote in her journal.

Watson was convinced it was time to return to Iraq. Shortly before she left, she bought a beautiful gold ring with several small diamonds. The purchase surprised friends, since Karen usually saved much of her small salary and lived on next to nothing.

“It looked like a wedding band,” a friend said. “I wore a wedding band before I got married, too, to remind me that Christ was my husband, that I wasn’t alone.” She asked Watson if that was what she had in mind.

“Yes,” she replied with a radiant smile. “I guess that’s it.”

Her friend wept with everyone else when she learned of Watson’s death in Iraq only days later. Then she remembered the wedding ring, and her weeping turned to tears of celebration. “It was her wedding day. Christ had so prepared her as a bride that she was completely without blemish. I don’t know if I have ever been with anyone who was more ready to meet Him face to face.”

Only Watson -- and her beloved Bridegroom -- know all the reasons she returned to Iraq and died there. But in the end, her joyful sacrifice wasn’t for needy Iraqis.

Her sacrifice was for Jesus.

What Should You Really Be Afraid Of?

Acts 15:26

WHAT SHOULD YOU REALLY BE AFRAID OF?

Using the most recent U.S. data available, (here is) a list of unsettling threats and their far riskier counterparts.

Murders (2008) - 14, 180

Suicides (2006) - 33, 289

Children abducted by strangers (1999) - 115

Children who drown in pools (2006) - 288

Burglaries (2007 - 2.2 million

Identity thefts (2005) - 8.3 million

Shark attacks (2009) - 28

Dog bites (annual average) - 4.5 million

Americans killed by terrorist attacks around the world (2008) - 33

Americans who die from the seasonal flu (annual average) - 36,171

Deaths by allergic reaction to peanuts (annual average) - 50-100

Deaths by unintentional poisoning (2006) - 27,531

Women who die from breast cancer (2009) - 40,170

Women who die from cardiovascular disease (2006) - 432,709

Fatal airline accidents (2005) - 321

Fatal car crashes (2008) - 34,017

Americans audited by the IRS (2009) - 1.4 million

U.S. Deaths (2007) - 2.4 million

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Some of the figures are annual averages and estimates.

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Your Chances of Dying From...

Acts 15:26

If you are in the US, here are your one-year chances of dying from ...

... any cause: 1 in 117

... heart disease: 1 in 384

... cancer: 1 in 514

... stroke: 1 in 1,750

... emphysema/chronic lung disease: 1 in 2,470

... any accident: 1 in 2,800

... flu/pneumonia: 1 in 3,025

... diabetes: 1 in 4,300

... a motor vehicle accident: 1 in 6,200

... suicide: 1 in 8,800

... kidney disease: 1 in 10,625

... liver disease: 1 in 11,040

... homicide: 1 in 15,000

... drowning: 1 in 68,000

... medical or surgical complications: 1 in 84,000

... air and space transport: 1 in 390,000

... excessive cold: 1 in 643,000

... excessive heat: 1 in 721,000

... drowning in bathtub: 1 in 800,000

... alcohol: 1 in 900,000

... hunger, thirst, exposure, or neglect: 1 in 1 million

... in bed or cradle: 1 in 1 million

... a flood caused by a storm: 1 in 1.3 million

... ignition of clothing: 1 in 1.6 million

... a handgun: 1 in 1.9 million

... a fall into a hole: 1 in 2.8 million

... lightning: 1 in 4.2 million

... a bee sting: 1 in 6 million

... antibiotics: 1 in 7 million

... an earthquake: 1 in 11 million

... operations of war: 1 in 16 million

... a dog bite: 1 in 18 million

... fireworks: 1 in 21 million

... a spider, lizard, or snakebite: 1 in 54 million

... foodstuffs and poisonous plants: 1 in 90 million

... a shark attack: 1 in 350 million

Sources: National Safety Council, National Center

for Health Statistics, Boston Globe, Florida

National History Museum.

Probabilities represent the US population in 1998

(the most recent year for which statistics are available)

divided by the number of deaths attributed to

each cause for that year.

CRIME DANGERS

One-year chances of being a victim of ...

... a crime: 1 in 24

... property crime: 1 in 28

... larceny: 1 in 40

... burglary: 1 in 137

... violent crime: 1 in 200

... auto theft: 1 in 242

... aggravated assault: 1 in 310

... robbery: 1 in 690

... arson: 1 in 2,700

... rape: 1 in 3,125

... murder: 1 in 18,000

Source: calculated from 2000 FBI Uniform Crime Report

HOW DANGEROUS IS YOUR JOB?

Probability of dying at work in one year:

Fishermen: 1 in 925

Pilots and navigators: 1 in 1,000

Garbage collectors: 1 in 2,350

Farmers: 1 in 3,800

Taxi drivers: 1 in 4,000

Fire fighters: 1 in 6,500

Police: 1 in 8,200

Electricians: 1 in 9,700

Construction workers: 1 in 10,000

Postal workers: 1 in 34,000

Retail cashiers: 1 in 43,000

Social workers: 1 in 52,000

Bartenders: 1 in 91,000

Lawyers: 1 in 96,100

Registered nurses: 1 in 125,000

Accountants and auditors: 1 in 145,000

School teachers: 1 in 200,000

Source: Bureau of Labor Statistics; 2000 statistics

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Standing In Line To Get Shot

In 1982, “ABC Evening News” reported on an unusual work of modern art - a chair attached to a shotgun. It was to be viewed by sitting in the chair and looking directly into the gunbarrel. The gun was loaded and set on a timer to fire at an undetermined moment within the next hundred years.

The amazing thing was that people waited in lines to sit and stare into the bullet’s path! They all knew the gun could go off at point-blank range at any moment, but they were gambling that the fatal blast wouldn’t happen during their minute in the chair.

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Earthquake In Toyko

Joel 2:10

When the ground began to shudder uncontrollably in the world’s busiest train station, we ran for our lives. Andrew Pateras on surviving the record-breaking earthquake in Japan.

Andrew Pateras is a photojournalist. In 2011 he was on assignment in Japan and was in the Toyko train station, the busiest in the world. It was 3:00 in the afternoon and he was surrounded by thousands of people as he stood in line to get a ticket for a bullet train. Just then he felt a slight movement in the ground under his feet. He ignored it. Then a violent shudder went through the station. Things fell to the ground, overhead signs were swaying. An old man next to him smiled and said one word: “Earthquake.”

Andrew ran for the door, about 60 feet away. The ground was shaking so violently that it was difficult to run in a straight line. He said it was like trying to sprint across the deck of a ship being tossed by swells. With a pounding heart he reached the street and headed for a large park surrounded by skyscrapers. Hundred-story buildings swayed like palm trees in the wind. His mind replayed the image of the World Trade Center crashing to the ground.

The noise was incredible. He could hear the buildings creak and groan as they shook in their foundations. He started to shoot photos of everything that was happening. He would find out later that the quake was a magnitude 8.9, the strongest earthquake to hit Japan in recorded history.

Many things can shake our world. It can be natural events like earthquakes or hurricanes, or human events like wars or terrorist attacks. King David said that "though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea," he would not be afraid. He had a God who was a refuge for him. Where would you go when disaster strikes?

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Adapted by David Holwick from Andrew Pateras, "My Earthquake Experience in Tokyo," March 11, 2011, .

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Fearless Iraqi Pastor In Baghdad

Acts 18:9

It would be hard to imagine a time that Maher hasn't smiled. Though short in stature, the Madian-born Iraqi lights up a room, whether it's at the hospital where he helps translate for Iraqi patients, or in his church which has now held services for 10 weeks in a row.

There was a low point in his life. It came as he was being interrogated in Saddam Hussein's military intelligence prison - the most feared prison in all of Iraq. As he heard stories of other prisoners there who had been severely tortured by the same men who were questioning him, he wondered whether he would ever see home again.

Maher Abdul Mageed was born into the Madian culture, a sect that can be traced back to the original followers of John the Baptist. Though 90 percent of John the Baptist's followers turned to Jesus Christ after their leader's death, some did not, choosing instead to worship John, a religion that has been passed down for generations.

Maher accepted Jesus Christ as his Savior in 1994 after first hearing the Gospel from his brother who had left Iraq for another country. Within a year, Maher felt called by God into ministry, though there was no schooling in evangelism he could obtain in Iraq. Under Saddam's dictatorship, it was extremely difficult to preach the Gospel in Iraq; it could quickly gain someone a three-year trip to prison if caught.

A father and a husband, Maher decided to start a media ministry. By collecting audio tapes, books, CDs and videos, he reasoned it was the easiest way to preach the Gospel without being accused of specifically proselytizing for his faith. Using double-deck cassette players, he would stay up until midnight each night taping various Christian programs. His wife would then help copy the tapes while she cooked. He was eager to share his tapes and CDs with fellow members of the church he attended, the sole Arabic evangelical church in the area where he lived.

Word began to spread throughout the church and surrounding neighborhoods about Maher's ministry, a development that concerned the local church council's several members who also belonged to the Baath Party.

“They asked me to stop my media ministry and said it was becoming a problem,” Maher recounted. “I asked them, why? They were fearful that Saddam would close the church.”

Over the next few months, Maher tried his best to meet the council's requests, without giving in to shutting down his ministry altogether. Still, the moment came when he was asked to do just that.

The leader of the church council confronted him on everything he had been doing - from passing out tapes to printing and distributing a flyer with the plan of salvation on it.

“I told him, 'I'm not doing anything wrong,'“ Maher said. “He told me, 'You don't like to obey my orders.’ I just said, 'I don't like to not obey my Jesus.'“

That was on Friday. The following evening, Maher was sitting in his living room chair, watching TV and eating peanuts in his pajamas and robe when someone knocked at the door.

Two men, security agents for Saddam Hussein, quickly informed him that he must not open his mouth nor make any sudden movements. A man who had frequently borrowed tapes from Maher's ministry stood there as well. He quickly pointed to Maher and nodded to the men, leaving as quickly as he came.

Maher thought quickly and made up an excuse which got him permission to run upstairs where his wife was. He quickly told her what was happening and instructed her to hide the mountain of audio cassettes and videotapes they had brought home from the church.

In all, 10 evangelical pastors were arrested that day. Maher spent five days in a 4-by-4-meter room with five Muslims who had been accused of political crimes. When he was brought in for interrogation, a cold chill ran through his body as he was told what the charges were.

“They had been listening to the CDs I passed out,” Maher said. “One of the recordings talked about a leader's integrity, and the fact that the best leaders in the world are Christians. To them, that meant I was opposing Saddam being the leader of the world. That was the lowest moment for me because I knew they had torture devices. I started praying.”

Five days later, Maher was released unharmed, though many of the other pastors were imprisoned until Hussein released the prisoners right before the war began.

Fast forward to the present. Since the initial bombing has ended, Maher and his family have enjoyed a new freedom to worship and share their faith with others. They have started a church which is housed in a local Anglican church building, with 90 percent of those who attend are brand-new believers.

“Jesus filled us with more purpose,” said Eman, Maher's wife. “He filled us with a great ambition to tell the people about grace and God's Good News.”

More than 10,000 Iraqis already have been touched by Maher's media ministry since it began. He believes the future will only get better. “Thirty-five years of dictatorship, we are tired. Enough's enough.”

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Commitment and Trust

Deuteronomy 33:27

”The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deuteronomy 33:27, NIV).

I grew up in Australia, a country that is only slightly smaller than mainland USA. Within a 150 mile radius of where I now live in Southern California there are more people living than in the whole of Australia! Sometimes it feels like they are all on the freeways at once during the morning and evening rush hour!

Why it’s called rush-hour traffic I’ll never understand. Thousands upon thousands of cars, speeding along at 65-75 miles per hour (110-125 K), then suddenly coming to a stop … them moving … then slowing down … bumper to bumper … winding from town to town like a gigantic accordion snake in an automobile jungle!

There are constant accidents … some minor … others fatal!

Every week I spend from 10 to 13 hours on these high- speed highways … mostly in the so-called rush hour traffic. I often feel like I take my life into my hands when I get onto the freeway.

This is only one reason why I commit and trust my life to God every day. And at the close of every day I like to thank God for his care and keeping for yet another day. Naturally, there are many other reasons why I make this daily commitment of my life to God and the lives of my loved ones.

With God’s commitment to us in today’s Scripture verse, what better care can we ever hope to have, and what better One in whom to put our trust?

I will always be grateful to the pastor who taught me to make this daily commitment to God when I was still a youth. It was one of the best pieces of practical advice I can remember receiving. And so I pass it on to you in the hope that you, too, will pass it on to others.

Suggested prayer: “Dear God, thank you are my refuge, that underneath me are your everlasting arms, and that you are always very present help in time of need. Gratefully in Jesus’ name. Amen.”

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Confessions of A Racist

It is important to remember how God has worked in your life.

Martin Luther King, Jr., at beginning of his career was arrested for no reason except his civil rights demonstrations were causing friction. He was released from jail but then received a bomb threat. He tried to think of a way out of his situation. He wrote the following:

I got to the point that I couldn't take it anymore. I was weak.... And I discovered then that religion had to become real to me, and I had to know God for myself.

I bowed down over a cup of coffee. I will never forget it. I prayed a prayer, and I prayed out loud that night. I said, "Lord, I'm down here trying to do what's right. I think I'm right. I think the cause that we represent is right. But Lord, I must confess that I'm weak now. I'm faltering. I'm losing my courage."

And it seemed at that moment that I could hear an inner voice saying to me, "Martin Luther, stand up for righteousness. Stand up for justice. Stand up for truth. And lo I will be with you, even until the end of the world."

I heard the voice of Jesus saying still to fight on. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me alone. No never alone. No never alone.

(Three days later a bomb shattered his front porch. King took it calmly: "My religious experience a few nights before had given me the strength to face it.")

Get close to God while you can.

[Yancey grew up in a racist high school which erupted in applause at the news of President Kennedy's assassination, and went to racist churches that taught that the curse of Ham applied to Negroes.]

How To Kill Your Giant

Bear stories. Friend fights bear for backpack, wins. On another occasion, Glenn and a friend end up followed by a bear. Glenn did a terrible thing. You should never give them food because that means they'll just hassle the next hiker, but Glenn didn't care about the next hiker, just his own skin. He dropped a box of Cracker Jacks. Later found the box, dripping with bear saliva. The bear sucked out the popcorn and spit the toy back inside.)

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The Sailor and the Bees

A sailor was given liberty to go ashore when his ship docked at a large southwestern American city. He visited a park famous for its trees and tropical flowers. As he walked across an open grassy sunlit area, he noticed bees flying all around him. Suddenly, all the bees began to settle upon him. They were all over his clothes, his hands, and his face. Panic gripped him, and though he wanted to run in fear, he forced himself to stand stock still. There were hundreds, maybe thousands, of bees all over him. He hardly dared to breathe. "Look at that sailor," he heard a woman's voice say. After what seemed an eternity to the sailor, slowly the bees departed one by one until they were all gone. His uniform was soaked with perspiration, but he had not been stung once.

Sometimes it is better to stand stock still in the midst of danger than to run in panic and fear and possibly to bring about the very end one wishes to avoid. Scrip. says, "He that fleeth from the fear shall fall into the pit; and he that getteth up out of the pit shall be taken in the snare."

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Able to Evangelize

Paton was sent by the Scottish Presbyterian Church in 1858 to the New Hebrides in the South Pacific. For four years he worked on the island of Tanna, where his life was in constant danger. When he was forced to leave, not a single convert had been made. He then worked for two years on the island of Aniwa. It never rained during that time, and the island's chief concluded that Paton's presence had angered the gods. Paton dug a well and prayed to God for water. God heard his prayer and thereby turned away the fear and hatred he had faced thus far. But it was not until 1869 (11 years after he started) that Paton baptized the first convert. After that many became Christians. Even then danger kept lurking. Four of Paton's fellow missionaries were killed on a neighboring island.

Much later, when Paton lived in retirement in Australia, someone asked him, "Weren't you afraid all alone on those islands?" Paton answered, "Yes, I was, but I would say over and over to myself the words of Christ, 'All authority in heaven and earth has been given to me. Therfore go and make disciples of all nations ... And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.'"

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Trouble For Your Body Or Trouble For Your Soul?

John 15:13

Secret Soviet police documents show that in Butovo, a suburb of Moscow, forty-four thousand people were shot in groups of two hundred and buried secretly. One night during the slaughter, Claudia Vasilevna opened her door to a haggard woman who was supposed to be shot for her Christian faith but managed to escape. She begged Claudia to hide her.

Fearful, Claudia refused. She closed the door and left the woman outside, sealing the woman’s death sentence. For over fifty years, Claudia has struggled to forget the image of the woman.

In contrast to Claudia’s struggle, Romanian church members enjoyed peace in their hearts by helping two Germans soldiers who had escaped en route to a Soviet jail. They sought refuge in the church of Pastor Richard Wurmbrand. At the end of World War II, Romania was ruled by harsh Nazi Germany. As Germany was losing the war, the Russian army entered Romania and began taking Germans as prisoners of war. Hiding or helping a German was punishable by death.

The soldiers still wore the German uniforms and were candidates for death. The church families agreed to help protect them because it was not their place to judge but to help every person in mortal danger. They also reached out to German children during this time, knowing that they were only doing what Christ would do in their place.

Christians often have to choose between trouble for their bodies and trouble for their souls. It’s the difference between earthly trouble and eternal regret. Extreme Christians live in such contrast with the rest of the world that sometimes it is hard to relate. Their circumstances are often so extreme. Even within our comparably ordinary circumstances we may face decisions that require extraordinary courage. Will we choose earthly security over eternal significance? Will we take an earthly risk that may result in a spiritual gain? When you are faced with situations that require courage beyond your means, ask God for help. He will provide the wisdom you need at the right time to make the right decision.

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Posted by Stacy L. Harp in "Extreme Devotion"

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Why Are Americans So Scared?

Acts 15:26

Scott Jordan is not averse to risk. He has flown a small plane, tried bungee jumping and skied on glaciers. He once drove his sports car on a public highway at 152 miles an hour, and he is lax about fastening his seat belt on short trips. He only sometimes wears his helmet when cycling.

But terrorism and severe acute respiratory syndrome have him worried. Mr. Jordan, chief executive of a small Chicago apparel company, is likely to cancel his business trip to South Korea next month. “If I go ... and some crazy person decides to bomb the Hyatt, I'm dead,” he says.

Mr. Jordan may not be reading his risk rationally. Even in 2001, when more than 3,000 people died in a terrorist attack on the U.S., he was 12 times as likely to lose his life on a highway as at the hands of a hostile fanatic. But who can blame him?

Today, thanks to research labs, tort law and media hype, danger seems to lurk in every corner of life, from children's toys to McDonald's coffee, anthrax to secondhand smoke, West Nile virus to SARS. Faced with a barrage of warnings -- including the color-coded caveats of the new Homeland Security department -- it's not surprising that in contemporary America, the safest society in recorded history, many people feel as though they have never been more at risk.

“Everyone's nerves are on edge,” says Andrew Karam, radiation-safety officer at the University of Rochester, where he ensures that the use of radiation in medicine and research complies with federal regulations. “No matter where we turn, we're reading about something killing us prematurely.”

Armed with scientific and technological breakthroughs, Americans have dramatically reduced their risk in virtually every area of life, resulting in life spans 60% longer in 2000 than in 1900. Many deadly infectious diseases were tamed, food and water were purified, drugs and surgery helped forestall heart attacks, and thousands of safety devices -- window guards, smoke detectors, circuit breakers, air bags -- protected against everyday mishaps. Even the risk of financial disaster was reduced by insurance, pensions and Social Security.

The very safety of modern life in the U.S. may amplify our sense of loss. To die prematurely today may mean losing 40 years of life instead of 10. And while humans have learned to control much of their environment, there are periodically new, unpredictable and catastrophic threats against which they feel helpless, at least initially, such as AIDS, SARS and anthrax.

The past century also saw the flow of information about risk grow from a trickle to a tidal wave. Government officials, scientists, marketers and the media learned to use risk as a way to get people's attention. “It's much easier to scare than unscare,” says Paul Slovic, professor of psychology at the University of Oregon. “We trust people who tell us we're in danger more than people who tell us we're not in danger.”

Many corporations now do formal risk assessments of their vulnerability both to financial disturbances and to physical attacks on their offices or employees. Risks are also presented in a variety of ways -- lifetime risk, annual risk, potential years of life lost, risk per 100,000 people, risk per million people -- which makes it difficult to compare them. And scientists, Mr. Karam says, “aren't very good at talking to people about risk. They won't say something is safe, they'll say it's low-risk.”

Since it began its color alerts in March 2002, the Homeland Security department has never designated the U.S. to be at less than a “significant” risk for terrorist attacks -- level yellow. (The two lower levels, green and blue, haven't been used, and even the safest level -- green -- warns that the risk is “low,” not zero.)

A half-million soldiers have been ordered to get a vaccine for smallpox, a disease that hasn't been seen in nearly 25 years. At airports, security guards direct tens of thousands of people to remove their shoes to reduce the almost-zero risk of shoe bombs. Scientists say it's risky for older women to use hormone-replacement therapy -- but it used to be risky not to. Every month, the Consumer Product Safety Commission issues recalls of commonplace items such as travel mugs, baby rattles, sweatshirts, garden chairs and Halloween “vampire capes and witch brooms.”

Marketers and the media have capitalized on people's desire for risk-free living by appealing to their vulnerability. “If you're alive, you're at risk,” proclaim the ads of Destiny Group, a Newport Beach, Calif., company that insures against lawsuits. Women are “at risk for breast cancer just because they're women,” declare the developers of a cancer-risk-assessment model. The Scottsdale, Ariz., company TriVita Way International Inc. sells its calcium supplements by cautioning in ads, “Chances are, you're at risk.”

As more warnings have been dispatched by more Cassandras, however, some people have started to lose their faith in the traditional authorities -- political leaders, scientists and journalists. “As consumers, we have to respond in some way to an unstable and complex stream of scientific claims and counterclaims,” wrote Anthony Giddens, director of the London School of Economics, in his book “The Consequences of Modernity.” “We live on the edge of a technological frontier which no one completely understands and that generates a diversity of possible futures.”

That sense of confusion persuaded Martha Reeves, a 38-year-old nurse at the Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, Tenn., not to get the smallpox vaccination she was offered last fall. “I don't want to be part of a group that they find out it doesn't work on,” Ms. Reeves says. Program organizers “didn't have a lot of answers for things,” she adds. “As with anything, you don't know how your body is going to react. And if you have an adverse reaction, then you're out of work.”

The very process of scientific discovery, with conflicting studies recommending different paths, can leave laymen in a muddle. Leslie Rasmussen, a 53-year-old Pasadena, Calif., attorney, had been confidently taking hormone replacements until last summer, when a federal study showed that estrogen and progestin can raise the risk for breast cancer, heart attacks, strokes and blood clots.

“The fact was, here was something I thought was OK, and suddenly there's a risk to it,” says Ms. Rasmussen. “Either the medical community doesn't have a clear handle on these issues when they release these studies, or the media don't present it clearly. Between the two, you aren't sure what you're being told and why.”

Fear is an evolutionary survival technique -- early humans who worried about other carnivores were more likely to be on guard against them. “We are hard-wired in our brains to fear first, think second,” says David Ropeik, director of risk communication at the Harvard Center for Risk Analysis.

And some people even find taking risks addictive, which is why there are people who will climb vertical rock faces, jump off bridges with only a rubber cord between them and the water or try to jump a motorcycle over Idaho's Snake River Canyon.

But most people try to reduce the fear in their lives. Unfortunately, once a person has learned to fear something, he or she may always associate the experience with fear. That means that over a lifetime, fears tend to accumulate rather than supplant one another. Furthermore, humans can fear events they have only read or heard about, which is why people worry about calamities they have never endured.

“In our current environment, our fear system is almost too powerful because it's trying to protect against threats that don't really exist,” says Karim Nader, professor of neuroscience in the psychology department at McGill University in Montreal. “We're not running into predators at every corner.”

Tell that to Matthew Felling, media director of the Statistical Assessment Group, a Washington-based nonprofit organization that studies the way the media use numbers. “I worry all the time,” he says. “When I get on the subway, I know I'm at risk. I've gotten out of a subway car because I didn't like the way someone looked.” Based on historical data, riding the subway is much safer than driving to work. But “fear has become a commodity that's packaged to us,” Mr. Felling says. “You know, 'What you don't know about your envelope-licking can kill you.’ “

Before humans became so good at controlling their environment, they were more resigned to the exigencies of fate -- only prayer could protect them against natural disaster or plague. But as people became more adept at securing food and shelter, they became more interested in the future and how to extend it. When they learned to calculate, they could compute, based on historical data, what events might threaten their lives.

H.G. Wells once wrote, “Statistical thinking will one day be as necessary for efficient citizenship as the ability to read and write.” Even Mr. Wells couldn't have predicted how many statistics people face in their everyday lives now -- and how poorly trained they are to interpret them. “I teach a short course on radiation safety in Las Vegas,” says Mr. Karam at the University of Rochester, “and I wonder how I can talk about probability to people who come there confident they're going to win.”

In early April, Farid Tahbaz, marketing manager for a rubber and vinyl manufacturer in Buena Park, Calif., canceled a business trip to China because of SARS. “At first I wasn't really that scared,” he says. “I didn't think I was going to catch it, and I figured if I did, I'd just get sick for 10 days.” As the trip approached, however, and many people urged him not to go, Mr. Tahbaz began trying to find information on SARS in newspapers and on the Internet. While there are still no dependable statistics on the disease, “I took into account everything I'd read, and decided there was about a 5% chance that I would contract it,” Mr. Tahbaz says. “And then there was a 5% chance that if I got it, I might die from it. When I thought about the numbers, it wasn't worth it.”

Perhaps the most terrifying aspect of risk now is that humans are actually manufacturing it -- with nuclear power plants, the ozone hole, toxic waste, global warming, nuclear weapons, even terrorism. Most of these systems are so huge, complex and relatively new, that the possible consequences of them are wholly unknown. “We don't know how big or small our risk is,” says Baruch Fischhoff, a professor at Carnegie Mellon University specializing in the study of how decisions are made. “It's possible that the world is in transition, and there are poorly understood factors that raise questions about the validity of historical statistics.”

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48 Hours

Isaiah 40:15

I had only stopped at a local convenience store to pick up a newspaper. As usual, I fired off a friendly “How'ya doing?” to the clerk. She didn't give me a usual answer. “Scared,” she replied with wide eyes. Then pointing to my newspaper, she said, “Really scared.”

With headlines filled with news of “the diplomatic window closing” on disarming Iraq and the President's pending speech, her feelings of apprehension were understandable, to say the least. Then, after the President of the United States spoke Monday night with a 48-hour ultimatum, we now know that we could be at war before this week is over.

And simultaneous with the President's address, the terror alert level was raised to its second highest level. The Homeland Security Director's warning notably bypassed the normal “may” or “could” with the statement that terrorists “will attempt” attacks against Americans and their interests. After the night's breaking news, a cable news host asked his distinguished guest, “What scares you?” “The unknown,” he quickly replied.

So once again, we are all reminded of what dangerous times we live in. And that store clerk isn't the only one who is, at some level, “scared.” Just when we feel certainty might make a comeback, we are all suddenly plunged again into unsettling uncertainty. So many unknowns. So many sobering possibilities. So little we can be sure of.

Like a ship tossed about in a storm that is totally beyond its control, we are in need of an anchor. Something - or someone - that is bigger and stronger than the storm that surrounds us. Not just the storm of war or terrorism. Something stronger than even the deeply personal storm of a life-threatening illness or a collapsing family or the loss of someone we love.

Looking at a world that honestly is increasingly “scary,” - and reflecting on the honest fears of that girl at the checkout counter, I got to thinking about “Boomer.” I don't know if that was his real name, but he was our neighborhood bully when I was little. I'm not sure how big he was really was, but he was a lot bigger than we were. He called us names, picked on us, stole our stuff, and sometimes beat us up. We were “really scared” of him.

But one day I got really fed up with him taking my stuff. So I walked down to the end of our block to the apartment where Boomer lived, knocked on his door and demanded that he give back my stuff. “What a brave little guy,” you might say. Well, in the interest of total disclosure, I should probably tell you the one little missing detail. My father went with me! And that made all the difference! Boomer even gave back my stuff! My Dad totally changed the balance of power. The winning equation was pretty simple: Boomer was bigger than I was ... but my father was bigger than Boomer was!

In a world full of battles and questions and unknowns that are bigger than we are, we need a “father” who is bigger than every Boomer we may face ... bigger than anything in tomorrow's headlines. That's why, when that clerk admitted the fear she was feeling because of our scary world, I told her what personal peace there is when you “belong to the God who's got the whole world in His hands.”

He is described by the Biblical prophet Isaiah as “He who sits enthroned above the circle of the earth,” who “stretches out the heavens like a canopy” and “brings princes to naught.” With the great nations of the earth flexing their diplomatic and military muscle, it is striking that, according to that same Biblical passage, to God, “the nations are like a drop in the bucket; they are regarded as dust on the scales.” (Isaiah 40:15,22-23)

No matter how big the “Boomer,” the God of the universe is so much bigger. And with a “48 hour” reminder of how dangerous a world we live in, it has never seemed more urgent to be sure we are anchored to this God. That we belong to Him. Not just believe in Him, but belong to Him.

Our greatest fear, then, should be of going into the future without the God who made us. “Separated from your God,” as the Bible describes it (Isaiah 59:2) - speaking of the price we all pay for running a life God was supposed to run. This separation, caused by a lifetime of sinful self-rule, becomes irreversible at the moment of our death. The hell of being forever shut out from the love and meaning we were made for is reversible, though, based on the personal sacrifice of the only Son God has. The death of Jesus on a cross was so much more than just a historical or a religious event - it was deeply personal. “Christ died for our sins,” the Bible says in 1 Corinthians 15:3. For your sins.

So when you abandon running your God-given life and put your total trust in the One who died for your place, you experience the total release of having every sin forgiven. And then, the “unloseable” love and security of finally belonging to the awesome God you were made for. To a nation shaken to its foundations by the terror of September 11, President Bush cited a powerful Biblical anchor in the days that followed: “Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present or the future, nor any powers ... nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39)

That's the Father who is bigger than any “Boomer” you will ever face ... the One of whom the Bible says, “The man who fears the Lord ... will have no fear of bad news.” (Psalm 112:7) From the moment you give yourself to Jesus, you are resting in the only arms that can keep you safe in any storm. And nothing can separate you from His love.

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Terror and Prayer In A Car Trunk

Job 22:30

"I need a hammer, I misplaced mine."

It seemed like a reasonable request. After all, he was employed as a custodian at First Baptist Church, Altus, Okla., where I [Alga Hitchcock] have been a member for 32 years, and I had asked him to come repair my fence.

"I'll meet you at the back door," I told him, then I locked the front door again and located the hammer. I opened the back door and raised the garage door.

There he stood. I gave him the hammer and he said, "Well, we're going to need to move your car because I can't get my Jeep up to the fence."

Again, his request sounded legitimate, so I went back into the house for my car keys. He took the keys as if to move the car for me. Then he looked into my eyes and said, "I'm going to kill you. I have a gun."

"Mitch, what on earth are you talking about? What's all this about?"

He pushed me back through the utility room into the kitchen, demanded money, dumping my purse that was on the table. I gave him all the money I had. It wasn't much, and obviously not enough to satisfy whatever was fueling his aggression. He demanded the PIN number to my credit card. "I don't use a PIN number," I told him as I searched my mind for something that would alter his thinking and calm him down.

"Write me a check for $500," he demanded.

"Well, it won't be honored, Mitch," I said.

"Write it for how much you can, but don't put my name on it," he demanded.

Thinking he would go away if I wrote the check, I quickly wrote a check for $125 and handed it to him.

He became incensed, grabbed my arm and started shoving me through the house. He pushed me all the way back through the house to my bedroom. I was very near panic, and I pleaded for the Lord to protect me and take care of me. Mitch pushed me down on the bed and demanded, "Give me your jewelry."

Again, hoping my honesty would diminish his hostility, I said, "All I wear is costume jewelry. I do have a watch."

But he was determined to kill me. With a wrench in his hand, and without any warning, he hit me in the head four times very hard.

My head was bleeding profusely. He threw me on the floor, face down. He used the telephone cord to tie my hands behind my back. He then tied my ankles together and dragged me through the house, down the steps in the garage and out to my car. He opened the trunk and dumped me into it, then closed the lid and began to drive.

There is no way for me to know just how long he drove. I continued to pray as I worked my hands free. I prayed, but I also anticipated what he would do next.

"Lord, please don't allow evil to win this. Lord, if something happens to me, my son, John, might blame you for not protecting me and will be angry or disappointed. Lord, please don't let that happen," I prayed.

The car stopped. I stayed very still, eyes closed, and I held my breath as the trunk lid opened. Mitch looked at me and slammed the lid shut. I was left to wonder what would happen next.

I thought about dying and being found dead. I began to pray, "Lord, please allow the truth to be known about what has happened to me." Again the trunk lid opened. I lay very still, pretending to be unconscious. He slammed the lid shut again.

The third time he opened the trunk lid, I tried to reason with him. I called his name, and before I could say a sentence, he slammed the trunk lid and left.

Again, a fourth time, he opened the trunk. I could see the stars shining beyond him and the accessory light in the trunk revealed he had a knife. I could see he was about to stab me in the chest. I fought for the knife. He must have broken my fingers while he slashed my right arm to the bone. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the edge of the trunk. He began to cut my throat with the serrated blade. His knife was dull, and he sawed at my neck until blood began to gush from the wound, pulsating with every heartbeat.

He placed my head between his hands and twisted my neck. I heard my neck crack. I went limp, thinking my neck was broken. I was unable to resist any longer. I thought I was about to die.

He, too, must have thought he had finally delivered the fatal wound, and that my death was imminent, because he shut the trunk and left.

How much time before I would meet the Lord I didn't know. What I did know was that I didn't want to meet the Lord with any uncleanness in me, or any resentment, or bitterness. I prayed, "Lord, cleanse me. Purify me. Help me forgive Mitch."

Again, I asked the Lord, "Bring victory over Satan and evil in this situation. Lord, help my son, John, and my grandchildren through this situation."

I prayed also for Bob Maxey, our church's business administrator, who hired this man some weeks before. Mitch seemed like a nice, courteous man who needed a job. Bob helped him, but he had no way of knowing what was within Mitch's heart.

I prayed for my church. I prayed we would become more mission-minded, not just for southwest Oklahoma, but for the whole world. Hours passed. I prayed for missionaries. I had read about countries where being a Christian means you are targets for oppressive governments. There are so many persecuted Christians who suffer untold persecution; some even witness their families brutalized or martyred for their faith. As I prayed, I sensed my own faith growing; "God, make good come out of all this evil."

Although I was very cold and alone and understood that no one knew where I was, I was confident I could depend on God to never leave me nor forsake me. I questioned, "God, why have you allowed this to go on so long?"

The second-degree carpet burns on my back began to hurt. No matter how I turned or squirmed, the bolt that holds the spare tire hit me somewhere on my back. I tried to avoid it, but no matter how I moved, the bolt was always there. I thought of how my Savior had borne the brutality of a beating and then was laid on a rough, splintery cross. He must have suffered untold agony.

I didn't see any blinding light. I didn't see an angel. I was hurting and I was very, very cold. There was assurance that I was not alone. While there was apprehension I might die, I had the reassurance that whatever came, it was in God's plan. All was well between me and my Lord. My abductor apparently had planned to hide the car and leave me inside or dump my body, but had driven it into an irrigation ditch. The car didn't go all the way into the ditch, but when he tried to get it out, a tire came off the rim.

Although blood had been flowing with my every heartbeat, it was sub-freezing weather that night and, consequently, my systems slowed down, causing the blood flow to slow and coagulate. When they found me, they said my body temperature was 93 degrees.

I am also a non-insulin dependent diabetic. I had been without food for almost 24 hours and, normally, my blood sugar would have fallen. I should have gone into a coma, but because of the trauma, my blood sugar rose to 553. Normally, my count should have been 120 or below.

In spite of the potentially fatal blows to my head, the doctors told me there were no fractures and no brain damage. Although it has been seven months, I haven't even had a headache. I believe my Savior put his hand between my scalp and my skull and took the blows for me. Although I was treated badly and was dumped into the trunk of the car, no major bones were broken. When he cut my right forearm, he missed all the major blood vessels. When he slashed my neck, he slashed it low enough that it doesn't show if I wear a high collar. Although my neck required 60 stitches, he missed the vocal cords, the esophagus and even the large neck muscle. It could have been a whole lot worse. I believe God intervened even in that.

_________________

Alga Hitchcock has been the prayer coordinator for 19 years at her church. After 20 hours of terror in the trunk, Hitchcock was found. She is recovering from her wounds and receives physical therapy for her fingers and hands. One of her first statements to her interim pastor was, "I'm going on that mission trip to Africa this summer." Five months after the night in the car trunk, Hitchcock was in a room in Malawi surrounded by teenagers who hung on each word as she related her story. "God is faithful. He was with me every step of the way," Hitchcock said. "I didn't wait until I was in a desperate situation to call out to God. I have had a close relationship with him for many years. I knew his Word and then when I was in trouble, God was faithful to remind me of what I already knew. Prepare yourself now for the good times and the difficult times to come."

Reprinted from the Oklahoma Baptist Messenger.

You Are At Risk

Luke 12:4

Sermon on Luke 12:4-7.

YOU ARE AT RISK

===============

I. Lots to worry about.

II. Our greatest fear is fear itself.

A. We fear what grabs our attention.

B. We fear what is out of our control.

III. There are real dangers out there.

A. There is much misery and suffering in the world.

B. But no one can avoid all of it.

IV. Live boldly anyway.

A. Don't let fear limit you.

B. Risk makes life worth living.

V. God knows what you are up against.

A. We are tempted to think he doesn't care, or messes up.

B. Our perspective is too limited.

C. Surrender to God.

What fears limit you?

What can you do about them?

If nothing, can you trust God with it?

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Why We Fear Nuclear Power, Not Peanut Butter

Why are you scared of nuclear power, but not of a peanut butter sandwich? Simply put you're off your nut, some gurus of “risk assessment” might say.

Anyone with half a brain would be scared silly of a peanut butter sandwich. But you're not. And if I continue to pummel you with statistics that say you're more likely to die from the natural carcinogens in peanut butter than from living next to a nuclear power plant, you'll eventually knock me down and stuff jelly up my nose.

When the captains of the nuclear industry originally offered the peanut butter equation, it didn't make them very popular with environmentalists and others who think we rely too heavily on half-tamed technologies and chemicals. The environmentalists, in fact, wanted to knock the captains of the nuclear industry down and stuff jelly up their noses.

But the peanut butter equation illustrates a point: When scientists bang on their calculators, they come up with a list of things that kill lots of people, but don't scare us much. Likewise they can produce a list of things that don't kill many people, but of which we live in dread. Consider these disparities, for instance:

• Scientists rate nuclear power as fairly safe; lay people are horrified

by it.

• Scientists think X-rays are moderately dangerous; lay people aren't so

worried.

• Scientists rate swimming as rather hazardous; lay people consider it

rather harmless.

What can explain this chasm between what we're scared of and what we should be scared of? Well, if “risk assessment” takes the objective view of a hazard, then its sister science, “risk perception,” examines the subjective side. And it has revealed a method in our madness.

Risk perception seems to attract scientists with a frisky approach to research. One experiment, for example, involved dipping a dead, sterilized cockroach into a glass of juice, then noting the percentage of people who wouldn't drink. In another trial researchers observed that people refused to put on a sweater worn by someone who committed a moral offense, or by someone with an amputated foot!

Using these and more orthodox approaches, risk-perception researchers have identified some general rules that cause us to greet danger with a yelp or a yawn. As stated by Carnegie Mellon researcher Baruch Fischhoff, “We probably do have our priorities screwed up, but there's usually some reasonable reason for it.”

• Natural risks are less scary. Perhaps this explains why we loathe nuclear power but ignore the radioactive threat of natural radon gas.

• Risks imposed on us seem worse. We can decide if we want to risk swimming, but when a hazardous waste incinerator sprouts next door we feel powerless and panicky.

• Risks with an obvious benefit are less daunting. One reason we give appreciative ratings to X-rays and surgery is that we focus on the payoff.

• Risks associated with complex technologies and catastrophes are greater. This is partly because the media dwell on catastrophes. If each day's headline read, “One in 50 of You Will Die in a Car Crash” (and this is an amazing, true fact), we'd think twice about risking our necks in those death traps every time we need a donut.

In light of how we estimate risk, our fears don't seem quite so silly. They reflect our notions of fairness and our desire for control over our lives. They reflect emotional truths, and for $95 any psychologist will tell you nothing on the planet is less silly than an emotion.

And that explains the big smile on my face every time I tempt fate by eating a peanut butter sandwich in the car on the way to the pool.

____________

Hannah Holmes, copyright © 1997 Discovery Communications, Inc.

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Peace

Isaiah 9:6

I have chosen to worry about various things. My worries have often been of the future. Will my children be happy and healthy during their lives? Can my husband and I afford to send four kids to college? Will they even go to college? Will they get married? Who will they marry? Will my family be protected and safe? What will the end of my life be like? Who will die first, me or my husband? Of course, for the most part, I have no control over any of this and it does absolutely no good to worry about it. I don't dwell on these things, but I confess that they do cross my mind occasionally.

There is a church at the end of my street. Every week there is a new quote or phrase on the sign out front. This week's sign read, "Security is not the absence of danger, but the presence of God." The "security" this quote refers to is peace. And anytime I begin to worry, panic, or dwell on the unknown, I am not experiencing security or peace. I am not experiencing the presence of God.

As a Christian, I have a power within that can conquer anything threatening to disturb my peace: fear, danger, worry, conflict, stress, or the circumstances of life. That power is the Holy Spirit whose very presence brings peace - when I choose to give Him control. Peace is one of the rewards of a personal relationship with God. What is true peace and how does it affect our lives?

Peace is not about our circumstances or the challenges that we face on a daily basis. Peace is all about knowing we have a right relationship with God and that He is in control. It is placing complete confidence in Him. Like the sign said, "It is the presence of God."

To enjoy and experience peace, we have to choose peace over worry. Do you realize that you will never have a real need that God is not able to meet? The more I understand this truth, the more I am able to let go of worry in the unknowns of my life. God does not want me spending time in a state of unrest when He has graciously given me the gift of peace..His peace. I have to trust Him.

Author, Elizabeth George, puts it this way: We make the sacrifice of trust and experience God's peace.

*when we choose not to panic.but rest in God's presence,

*when we release our terror.and trust in God's wisdom and ways,

*when we reject our nervousness.and remember that God is in control,

*and when we ignore our dread.and instead accept God's dealings.

I have a dear friend whose daughter spent the first five years of her life fighting cancer. Her family has spent countless hours and days in a New York hospital, away from home, doing all they could to find a cure for their sweet child. This little girl has been through radiation, chemotherapy, tests, tubes, needles, and all kinds of medical treatments. In fact, this was all a part of her normal life for a long time. Most families would've fallen apart. Most people would've been worried and afraid, paralyzed with the thought of losing their child. Not so with this family. I watched my friend over the years and what I saw was the presence of peace. She was not a mother living in fear, panic, or frustration, but a woman of God living in peace with the hand she was dealt. You see, she knew that God was in control and that He had a purpose and a plan in all the suffering and pain they were going through. She did not know what the outcome would be or why her little girl was so sick, but she knew God loved them and would never leave them. By trusting God, she allowed the Holy Spirit to fill her with His peace.

If you find yourself unable to experience this kind of peace, pray and pray often. Read God's promises in Scripture. Whether you are going through painful trials or find yourself so busy that you don't how you are going to do it all, go to God and ask Him to fill you up with His peace. It is available and waiting for you.

My prayer for today:

Jesus, you are called the Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6). Please fill me with the peace that surpasses all understanding. Thank you for taking care of me and supplying all of my needs. Amen.

Application Steps:

Begin your day with prayer. Read God's Word, filling your heart and mind with the love, joy, and peace only He offers. Whenever you feel the peace slipping away, go back to Him immediately. Ask Him to give you peace for the moment. Acknowledge that God is in control and He will take care of you and your loved ones.

Reflection points:

Do I really understand that I will never have a real need God is not able to meet?

Will I choose to live in peace?

Have I been spending time with God daily?

Power Verses:

Psalm 139:7 Philippians 4:19

John 16:33

Isaiah 26:3 Philippians 4:6-7,

Terror and Prayer In A Car Trunk

Job 22:30

"I need a hammer, I misplaced mine."

It seemed like a reasonable request. After all, he was employed as a custodian at First Baptist Church, Altus, Okla., where I [Alga Hitchcock] have been a member for 32 years, and I had asked him to come repair my fence.

"I'll meet you at the back door," I told him, then I locked the front door again and located the hammer. I opened the back door and raised the garage door.

There he stood. I gave him the hammer and he said, "Well, we're going to need to move your car because I can't get my Jeep up to the fence."

Again, his request sounded legitimate, so I went back into the house for my car keys. He took the keys as if to move the car for me. Then he looked into my eyes and said, "I'm going to kill you. I have a gun."

"Mitch, what on earth are you talking about? What's all this about?"

He pushed me back through the utility room into the kitchen, demanded money, dumping my purse that was on the table. I gave him all the money I had. It wasn't much, and obviously not enough to satisfy whatever was fueling his aggression. He demanded the PIN number to my credit card. "I don't use a PIN number," I told him as I searched my mind for something that would alter his thinking and calm him down.

"Write me a check for $500," he demanded.

"Well, it won't be honored, Mitch," I said.

"Write it for how much you can, but don't put my name on it," he demanded.

Thinking he would go away if I wrote the check, I quickly wrote a check for $125 and handed it to him.

He became incensed, grabbed my arm and started shoving me through the house. He pushed me all the way back through the house to my bedroom. I was very near panic, and I pleaded for the Lord to protect me and take care of me. Mitch pushed me down on the bed and demanded, "Give me your jewelry."

Again, hoping my honesty would diminish his hostility, I said, "All I wear is costume jewelry. I do have a watch."

But he was determined to kill me. With a wrench in his hand, and without any warning, he hit me in the head four times very hard.

My head was bleeding profusely. He threw me on the floor, face down. He used the telephone cord to tie my hands behind my back. He then tied my ankles together and dragged me through the house, down the steps in the garage and out to my car. He opened the trunk and dumped me into it, then closed the lid and began to drive.

There is no way for me to know just how long he drove. I continued to pray as I worked my hands free. I prayed, but I also anticipated what he would do next.

"Lord, please don't allow evil to win this. Lord, if something happens to me, my son, John, might blame you for not protecting me and will be angry or disappointed. Lord, please don't let that happen," I prayed.

The car stopped. I stayed very still, eyes closed, and I held my breath as the trunk lid opened. Mitch looked at me and slammed the lid shut. I was left to wonder what would happen next.

I thought about dying and being found dead. I began to pray, "Lord, please allow the truth to be known about what has happened to me." Again the trunk lid opened. I lay very still, pretending to be unconscious. He slammed the lid shut again.

The third time he opened the trunk lid, I tried to reason with him. I called his name, and before I could say a sentence, he slammed the trunk lid and left.

Again, a fourth time, he opened the trunk. I could see the stars shining beyond him and the accessory light in the trunk revealed he had a knife. I could see he was about to stab me in the chest. I fought for the knife. He must have broken my fingers while he slashed my right arm to the bone. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the edge of the trunk. He began to cut my throat with the serrated blade. His knife was dull, and he sawed at my neck until blood began to gush from the wound, pulsating with every heartbeat.

He placed my head between his hands and twisted my neck. I heard my neck crack. I went limp, thinking my neck was broken. I was unable to resist any longer. I thought I was about to die.

He, too, must have thought he had finally delivered the fatal wound, and that my death was imminent, because he shut the trunk and left.

How much time before I would meet the Lord I didn't know. What I did know was that I didn't want to meet the Lord with any uncleanness in me, or any resentment, or bitterness. I prayed, "Lord, cleanse me. Purify me. Help me forgive Mitch."

Again, I asked the Lord, "Bring victory over Satan and evil in this situation. Lord, help my son, John, and my grandchildren through this situation."

I prayed also for Bob Maxey, our church's business administrator, who hired this man some weeks before. Mitch seemed like a nice, courteous man who needed a job. Bob helped him, but he had no way of knowing what was within Mitch's heart.

I prayed for my church. I prayed we would become more mission-minded, not just for southwest Oklahoma, but for the whole world. Hours passed. I prayed for missionaries. I had read about countries where being a Christian means you are targets for oppressive governments. There are so many persecuted Christians who suffer untold persecution; some even witness their families brutalized or martyred for their faith. As I prayed, I sensed my own faith growing; "God, make good come out of all this evil."

Although I was very cold and alone and understood that no one knew where I was, I was confident I could depend on God to never leave me nor forsake me. I questioned, "God, why have you allowed this to go on so long?"

The second-degree carpet burns on my back began to hurt. No matter how I turned or squirmed, the bolt that holds the spare tire hit me somewhere on my back. I tried to avoid it, but no matter how I moved, the bolt was always there. I thought of how my Savior had borne the brutality of a beating and then was laid on a rough, splintery cross. He must have suffered untold agony.

I didn't see any blinding light. I didn't see an angel. I was hurting and I was very, very cold. There was assurance that I was not alone. While there was apprehension I might die, I had the reassurance that whatever came, it was in God's plan. All was well between me and my Lord. My abductor apparently had planned to hide the car and leave me inside or dump my body, but had driven it into an irrigation ditch. The car didn't go all the way into the ditch, but when he tried to get it out, a tire came off the rim.

Although blood had been flowing with my every heartbeat, it was sub-freezing weather that night and, consequently, my systems slowed down, causing the blood flow to slow and coagulate. When they found me, they said my body temperature was 93 degrees.

I am also a non-insulin dependent diabetic. I had been without food for almost 24 hours and, normally, my blood sugar would have fallen. I should have gone into a coma, but because of the trauma, my blood sugar rose to 553. Normally, my count should have been 120 or below.

In spite of the potentially fatal blows to my head, the doctors told me there were no fractures and no brain damage. Although it has been seven months, I haven't even had a headache. I believe my Savior put his hand between my scalp and my skull and took the blows for me. Although I was treated badly and was dumped into the trunk of the car, no major bones were broken. When he cut my right forearm, he missed all the major blood vessels. When he slashed my neck, he slashed it low enough that it doesn't show if I wear a high collar. Although my neck required 60 stitches, he missed the vocal cords, the esophagus and even the large neck muscle. It could have been a whole lot worse. I believe God intervened even in that.

_________________

Alga Hitchcock has been the prayer coordinator for 19 years at her church. After 20 hours of terror in the trunk, Hitchcock was found. She is recovering from her wounds and receives physical therapy for her fingers and hands. One of her first statements to her interim pastor was, "I'm going on that mission trip to Africa this summer." Five months after the night in the car trunk, Hitchcock was in a room in Malawi surrounded by teenagers who hung on each word as she related her story. "God is faithful. He was with me every step of the way," Hitchcock said. "I didn't wait until I was in a desperate situation to call out to God. I have had a close relationship with him for many years. I knew his Word and then when I was in trouble, God was faithful to remind me of what I already knew. Prepare yourself now for the good times and the difficult times to come."

Reprinted from the Oklahoma Baptist Messenger.

Commitment and Trust

Deuteronomy 33:27

”The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms” (Deuteronomy 33:27, NIV).

I grew up in Australia, a country that is only slightly smaller than mainland USA. Within a 150 mile radius of where I now live in Southern California there are more people living than in the whole of Australia! Sometimes it feels like they are all on the freeways at once during the morning and evening rush hour!

Why it’s called rush-hour traffic I’ll never understand. Thousands upon thousands of cars, speeding along at 65-75 miles per hour (110-125 K), then suddenly coming to a stop … them moving … then slowing down … bumper to bumper … winding from town to town like a gigantic accordion snake in an automobile jungle!

There are constant accidents … some minor … others fatal!

Every week I spend from 10 to 13 hours on these high- speed highways … mostly in the so-called rush hour traffic. I often feel like I take my life into my hands when I get onto the freeway.

This is only one reason why I commit and trust my life to God every day. And at the close of every day I like to thank God for his care and keeping for yet another day. Naturally, there are many other reasons why I make this daily commitment of my life to God and the lives of my loved ones.

With God’s commitment to us in today’s Scripture verse, what better care can we ever hope to have, and what better One in whom to put our trust?

I will always be grateful to the pastor who taught me to make this daily commitment to God when I was still a youth. It was one of the best pieces of practical advice I can remember receiving. And so I pass it on to you in the hope that you, too, will pass it on to others.

Suggested prayer: “Dear God, thank you are my refuge, that underneath me are your everlasting arms, and that you are always very present help in time of need. Gratefully in Jesus’ name. Amen.”

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Peace

Isaiah 9:6

I have chosen to worry about various things. My worries have often been of the future. Will my children be happy and healthy during their lives? Can my husband and I afford to send four kids to college? Will they even go to college? Will they get married? Who will they marry? Will my family be protected and safe? What will the end of my life be like? Who will die first, me or my husband? Of course, for the most part, I have no control over any of this and it does absolutely no good to worry about it. I don't dwell on these things, but I confess that they do cross my mind occasionally.

There is a church at the end of my street. Every week there is a new quote or phrase on the sign out front. This week's sign read, "Security is not the absence of danger, but the presence of God." The "security" this quote refers to is peace. And anytime I begin to worry, panic, or dwell on the unknown, I am not experiencing security or peace. I am not experiencing the presence of God.

As a Christian, I have a power within that can conquer anything threatening to disturb my peace: fear, danger, worry, conflict, stress, or the circumstances of life. That power is the Holy Spirit whose very presence brings peace - when I choose to give Him control. Peace is one of the rewards of a personal relationship with God. What is true peace and how does it affect our lives?

Peace is not about our circumstances or the challenges that we face on a daily basis. Peace is all about knowing we have a right relationship with God and that He is in control. It is placing complete confidence in Him. Like the sign said, "It is the presence of God."

To enjoy and experience peace, we have to choose peace over worry. Do you realize that you will never have a real need that God is not able to meet? The more I understand this truth, the more I am able to let go of worry in the unknowns of my life. God does not want me spending time in a state of unrest when He has graciously given me the gift of peace..His peace. I have to trust Him.

Author, Elizabeth George, puts it this way: We make the sacrifice of trust and experience God's peace.

*when we choose not to panic.but rest in God's presence,

*when we release our terror.and trust in God's wisdom and ways,

*when we reject our nervousness.and remember that God is in control,

*and when we ignore our dread.and instead accept God's dealings.

I have a dear friend whose daughter spent the first five years of her life fighting cancer. Her family has spent countless hours and days in a New York hospital, away from home, doing all they could to find a cure for their sweet child. This little girl has been through radiation, chemotherapy, tests, tubes, needles, and all kinds of medical treatments. In fact, this was all a part of her normal life for a long time. Most families would've fallen apart. Most people would've been worried and afraid, paralyzed with the thought of losing their child. Not so with this family. I watched my friend over the years and what I saw was the presence of peace. She was not a mother living in fear, panic, or frustration, but a woman of God living in peace with the hand she was dealt. You see, she knew that God was in control and that He had a purpose and a plan in all the suffering and pain they were going through. She did not know what the outcome would be or why her little girl was so sick, but she knew God loved them and would never leave them. By trusting God, she allowed the Holy Spirit to fill her with His peace.

If you find yourself unable to experience this kind of peace, pray and pray often. Read God's promises in Scripture. Whether you are going through painful trials or find yourself so busy that you don't how you are going to do it all, go to God and ask Him to fill you up with His peace. It is available and waiting for you.

My prayer for today:

Jesus, you are called the Prince of Peace (Isaiah 9:6). Please fill me with the peace that surpasses all understanding. Thank you for taking care of me and supplying all of my needs. Amen.

Application Steps:

Begin your day with prayer. Read God's Word, filling your heart and mind with the love, joy, and peace only He offers. Whenever you feel the peace slipping away, go back to Him immediately. Ask Him to give you peace for the moment. Acknowledge that God is in control and He will take care of you and your loved ones.

Reflection points:

Do I really understand that I will never have a real need God is not able to meet?

Will I choose to live in peace?

Have I been spending time with God daily?

Power Verses:

Psalm 139:7 Philippians 4:19

John 16:33

Isaiah 26:3 Philippians 4:6-7,

Consider Hardships A Privilege

John 16:2

The hardships of missionary service can be discouraging, but worshiping God in a spiritually dark place is a privilege beyond compare, Iraq shooting survivor Carrie McDonall told 58 new missionaries in Tyler, Texas. McDonnall, the lone survivor of a March 15, 2004, shooting that claimed the lives of her husband, David, and three other Southern Baptist workers, spoke during an International Mission Board appointment service at Green Acres Baptist Church.

“As I was preparing for tonight, I thought about what I could say to encourage you,” McDonnall said to her new co-workers. “One thing I knew was that I wanted to share a Scripture with you, a Scripture that David clung to and referred back to on those days when he needed encouragement.”

She quoted Psalm 108:3-5: “I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing of you among the peoples. For great is your love, higher than the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies. Be exalted, O God, above the heavens, and let your glory be over all the earth” (NIV).

“One night, this verse sunk in as we worshiped on a rooftop in a village where there had not been a believer for centuries,” McDonnall recalled. “Many of you are going to find yourselves in places like that, where there are no believers or possibly never have been.

“Consider it a privilege that you may worship the one true living God in a place where there is only darkness.”

DON'T BE SURPRISED

McDonnall warned the new missionaries not to be surprised when everything goes wrong and life gets hard.

“There are times when you will need to focus on the Lord's faithfulness,” she said. “He is the one who is called 'Faithful and True.'

“In those times when nothing seems to go right and all you can cling to is the call you have obeyed, remember this: God is faithful. That is His name. He will do what He put you there for.

“He will be exalted among the nations. The earth will be filled with His glory. Your work is not in vain, nor does it go unnoticed.

“In this world, you will have tribulation, but take courage. Jesus has overcome the world. Not will overcome. He has overcome this world.”

COMPELLED BY LOVE

Overseas service can be extremely difficult, and many people don't understand why missionaries go, said Gordon Fort, the board's new vice president for overseas operations.

The truth, he said, is that the love of Christ compels missionaries to go -- and compels them to stay when things get difficult.

“People will ask you why you are doing what you are doing,” Fort said. “The reason is that, deep in your heart, you are compelled by the love of Christ. There is something inside of us that says if we don't go, those who have not heard will spend eternity separated from God.

“One of the things that keeps us on the mission field is that when God calls, we cannot help but obey,” Fort said. “We lay our lives on the line, in obedience to the call of God.

“Never forget to walk in that obedience every day you are on the field. It's an unending quest. You might have a victory today, but the victories of today will not guarantee tomorrow's battles. You have to fight them each day. Obey your master.”

'LIVE A SACRIFICED LIFE'

Every Christian -- even new missionaries -- know they aren't spiritual giants, Fort said. The only hope anyone has of being used by God is to “live a sacrificed life.”

“You know you're not a spiritual giant. In fact, some of you are wondering, 'How did I make it through this process?'” Fort said. “You know you are human beings like everyone else in this room.

“But if you will remember to live a crucified life every day, you will experience the power of God flowing through you. That is what will make the difference wherever you go.

“Do you want God to do something great with your life?” Fort asked. “Do you want God to use you for sake of His Kingdom?

“Then just spiritually see yourself climb up on an altar, there to be consumed by the fire of God's Holy Spirit until He burns you to ashes. Then let Him take what is left and let Him mold you with His hands into an instrument He can use.”

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