This will be a relatively short Monday Fodder because I am behind a day. I had hoped to have processed with photos and comment the first visit in My Israel trip processed and posted by this week’s Monday Fodder, but I didn't get it done yet. I’ll post it when I do.
It was an eventful week. Some of the events were normal, like our hike on Saturday. It's the nicest time of year to hike because the cooler weather and lower humidity. I wish this weather lasted a lot longer than it does!
On Sunday we laid down our normal church services at United Christian College to attend the Hong Kong English Gospel Festival service held at the Hong Kong Stadium, which seats 40,000 people. I'm not sure of the official attendance, but I think most English / international churches did not lay down their services like we did, so the stadium seemed fairly empty.
At any rate, for those who attended, we enjoyed wonderful time of worship, testimonies and preaching. John Snelgrove, founder and former pastor of the Vine Church, was the speaker. He gave a clear presentation of the gospel, and the response was quite good, it seemed.
There were several other events connected with the Gospel Festival over the weekend, but most were for the local Chinese, and not conducted in English.
In Hong Kong Evangelical Church news, Rev. Kato Chow will step down from his position as the HKEC Gen. Secretary. Kato worked particularly hard in seeing that RiverGrace got through the process of registering independently as a church. He will be missed. Rev. Eric Wong will replace him in that position. Eric has been with HKEC for quite a few years. He started at HKEC Yan Kei Church, and founded and pastored a daughter church of Yan Kei… Logos (Yan Yin) Church.
This week I also attended are UCC alumni fellowship which meets each month. They have a heart to try to reach their former non-believing classmates.
Please remember Cindy in your prayers as she finishes up her Elijah House prayer training course on the 16th of this month. She has been very busy.
As always, we thank you for your prayers and thoughts. May your Christmas season be filled with joy and peace, as we once again celebrate this special time of year. Blessings, Dave
Twas the Night Before Christmas
In 1822 a man by the name of Clement Clarke Moore wrote the poem,” Twas the night before Christmas,” also called “A Visit from St. Nicholas." It is a tradition in many American families to read this poem every Christmas Eve. May I share with you a revision of Mr. Moore’s poem which tells of this unspeakable gift proclaimed in the Scriptures?
'Twas the night before Christmas,
The eve of Christ's birth;
Many people were resting all over the earth.
The shepherds were watching their sheep by night,
When all of a sudden they saw a bright light.
And what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But beautiful angels, high up in the air.
Their faces were all shining; their garments so bright,
That the shepherds began to tremble with fright.
But as they came nearer, the words that they said
Soon gave them to know there was nothing to dread.
They told them of peace with no fear or danger,
For their wonderful Gift they would find in a manger.
So leaving their sheep they went into town,
To seek for this Gift; they would look all around.
They came to the stable, the covers they lift,
And there in the manger, God's wonderful Gift.
So pure and so holy, so full of God's love,
They knew it was Jesus, God's Gift from above.
And so as we think of this Savior again,
May our worship this Christmas not be in vain.
Let us all love Him; there's none that's too small;
May the Lord bless you. Merry Christmas to all!
Although overshadowed by Christmas, the Festival of Light graphically illuminates the Messiah’s life and ministry. Hanukkah is an eight day celebration beginning each year on the 25th of Kislev, which usually falls in December. On that day the Jewish people celebrate religious freedom and remember the Maccabean revolt against the Syrian Greeks in 167-164 B.C. Although commonly known as the Festival of Lights, Hanukkah actually means dedication. The Jews liberated the Temple and rededicated it to the service of God. Many Christians do not realize that we find this holiday in the Scriptures. Jesus celebrated Hanukkah as recorded in John 10:22-24: “Then came the Feast of Dedication [Hanukkah] at Jerusalem. It was winter, and Jesus was in the temple area walking in Solomon’s Colonnade. The Jews gathered around Him saying, ‘How long will you keep us in suspense? If you are the Christ, tell us plainly.’” It was on Hanukkah that Christ publicly revealed His Messianic identity by proclaiming to them, “I and the Father are One” (John 10:30). —Steven Ger
A young man came up to me at the end of a sermon and shook my hand, "I can understand 'God bless me', but how can I 'Bless God'?" What does it mean when we sing, 'Bless the Lord, O My Soul?'"
I asked him, "Do you have any children?"
"Yes," he replied, "I have a boy who is six and a girl who is five."
I asked, "At Christmas time, do they ever give you a present?"
"Sure," he replied.
"Where do they get the money?" I asked.
"Well, I give it to them," he chuckled.
"That's exactly it," I said, "You pay for the Christmas presents our children give you. You're so glad when they're talking about it with their mother. They're whispering secrets. They're excited that they are going to surprise daddy. Then on Christmas morning. they come and say, 'Daddy, here is a blessing for you.' It ultimately came from you, but it was a blessing because it came back with their love."
When we sing, "Bless the Lord, O My Soul," we are praising Him with the blessings He puts in our lives.
--Donald Grey Barnhouse. From David Langerfeld’s “The Daily Encourager.” To subscribe via email send a request to: The_Daily_Encourager-subscribe@myInJesus.com
Son: Who is Jesus, Dad?
Dad: He’s the reason for the season
Son: I thought Santa was the reason.
Dad: He is if you prefer Nintendo to everlasting life.
@From Don Murray - seen in the BC comic
New song - To be sung to tune of Winter Wonderland
Doorbell rings, I'm not listening,
From my mouth, drool is glistening,
I'm happy although
My problem you know,
I'm hopelessly addicted to the web.
All night long, I sit clicking,
Unaware time is ticking,
I must go to bed,
My mate will see red,
I'm hopelessly addicted to the web.
Friends will call and say "come on get cracking!"
It's time to stop and join the human race.
With a shrug and a smile I send them packing,
I'd rather surf the net in cyberspace.
I don't phone, don't read papers,
Don't go out, don't see neighbors,
Who cares if some day,
They lock me away,
I'm hopelessly addicted to the web.
@Sent by Brian Cowan
A woman was waiting in the checkout line at a shopping center. Her arms were laden with a mop and broom and other cleaning supplies. By her actions and deep sighs, it was obvious she was in a hurry and not happy about the slowness of the line.
When the cashier called for a price check on a box of soap, the woman remarked indignantly, "Well, we’ll be lucky to get out of here and home before Christmas!"
"Don't worry, madam," replied the clerk. "With that wind kicking up out there and that brand new broom you have there, you will be home in no time.”
@Sent by Richard Wimer
When I was a young turkey, new to the coop,
My big brother Mike took me out on the stoop,
Then he sat me down, and he spoke real slow,
And he told me there was something that I had to know;
His look and his tone I will always remember,
When he told me of the horrors of..... Black November;
"Come about August, now listen to me,
Each day you'll get six meals instead of just three,
"And soon you'll be thick, where once you were thin,
And you'll grow a big rubbery thing under your chin;
"And then one morning, when you're warm in your bed,
In'll burst the farmer's wife, and hack off your head;
"Then she'll pluck out all your feathers so you're bald 'n pink,
And scoop out all your insides and leave ya lyin' in the sink;
"And then comes the worst part" he said not bluffing,
"She'll spread you open and pack your up with stuffing".
Well, the rest of his words were too grim to repeat,
I sat on the stoop like a winged piece of meat,
And decided on the spot that to avoid being cooked,
I'd have to lay low and remain overlooked;
I began a new diet of nuts and granola,
High-roughage salads, juice and diet cola;
And as they ate pastries, chocolates and crepes,
I stayed in my room doing Jane Fonda tapes;
I maintained my weight of two pounds and a half,
And tried not to notice when the bigger birds laughed;
But 'twas I who was laughing, under my breath,
As they chomped and they chewed, ever closer to death;
And sure enough when Black November rolled around,
I was the last turkey left in the entire compound;
So now I'm a pet in the farmer's wife's lap;
I haven't a worry, so I eat and I nap;
She held me today, while sewing and humming,
And smiled at me and said "Christmas is coming…"