Two more weeks have flown by. The next couple of weeks will be different. Next Tuesday I go to Queen Mary hospital for my long awaited CT scan to determine the condition of the aorta. Hopefully, it will be okay, and the tear has healed.
Then the day after, Wednesday, I check into Grantham hospital for what will likely be a stay of 5 days or so. The reason is that they will do an endoscopy of my stomach and duodenum. As far as it’s known, there are no problems, but it is the last scheduled test to try to find the cause of the blood pressure (over 200) that likely caused the tear in my aorta back in February.
Normally an endoscopy would not require a hospital stay, but due to the fact that there could be bleeding caused by the test, they have to monitor me while I go off the blood thinners a couple days before, and then after the test adjust to them again.
Unfortunately, any kind of procedure involving the possibility of bleeding is much more complicated with having to take the blood thinners.
In terms of how I’ve been feeling, I’ve felt fine, and have been increasing my walking speed and distance gradually. I now go three or 4 times a week averaging about 5 kilometers at a time, though still on the flat ground. Over the distance, the elevation gain is only a couple of floors. It’s not like hiking on the beautiful Hong Kong trails that are basically everywhere. I do miss that.
My colleague in RiverGrace, Pastor Tommy Hui, is now officially an OMS missionary of Hong Kong. It will not change his roles at this juncture. He is still a part-time pastor of RiverGrace and is still doing the family business part-time. It will help OMS here in the future as Cindy and I are the only Hong Kong missionaries associated with OMS now.
We have prayed that God would send more missionaries to the territory as there is still much that they can do, although our churches are all independent and the other organizations that OMS has helped start are all functioning fine.
Our Spanish group has moved their Connect Group to Sunday afternoon, the same time as the monthly Spanish service. We had been holding the group meetings on Wednesdays, the same time as the Wednesday PM Connect Group. However, for many of them, it’s harder to come on a weekday because of work. Though it’s too much to plan a weekly Spanish worship service at this point, at least they will have a weekly activity to join at the same time every week. Presently, Pastor Tommy is leading them in a study of Rick Warren’s “Purpose Driven Life.”
Cindy and I have not been able to make much progress in our plans for building this summer as we expected. There are still too many unknowns, and the designer has been slow in getting the plans to us. It’s probably not all bad, though, as it would have increased our expenses this year even without us living in the add-on. We’re still praying for God’s wisdom in the decisions that need to be made about it.
Thanks for your prayers. That’s it from me, probably until after my endoscopy.
Sharing In His Value
There is a Topps Baseball card called "Baltimore Orioles Future Stars" and it is valued at $100. There are three players on this card. Jeff Schneider played one year of professional baseball and pitched in 11 games. Bobby Bonner played four years in the majors but only appeared in 61 games and never hit a home run.
The third "Future Star" played 21 years for the Baltimore Orioles and appeared in 3,001 games. He came to bat 11,551 times, collected 3,184 hits and 431 home runs, and batted in 1,695 runs. His name is Cal Ripken, Jr. Bobby Bonner and Jeff Schneider's baseball card is worth $100, not because of their statistics, but because of what someone else has done. They get to share in the value of Cal Ripken, Jr.
We, too, share in the value of Another. Our worth is not found in ourselves, for we have none of any eternal consideration. We may be good people and well-respected among our peers. And like Jeff Schneider and Bobby Bonner, we may have much potential. I’m quite sure that I could never play baseball as well as Schneider and Bonner - much less Ripken. I just couldn’t measure up.
I couldn’t possibly measure up to the requirements of righteousness set by God. And neither could you. However, our names are included in the Lamb’s Book of Life, not because of our accomplishments, but because of our identification with Jesus Christ. It’s called “grace.”
~ Rocky Henriques www.timothyreport.com
I must understand that the Bible is not only my source of comfort but my source of bruising. “Is not My word like fire?” declares the Lord, “and like a hammer which shatters a rock?” (Jeremiah 23:39). If I have never felt the scorching of the Bible’s heat or the shattering of the Bible’s blow, I am not making much progress as a disciple. The Bible is a sharp instrument; it pierces, divides, discerns, and reaches into the depths of my personality, down to the thoughts and motives of my nature (Hebrews 4:12).
I must beware the man who preaches a sugar-coated faith. Faith in God is not an Aladdin’s lamp that grants my every wish. I must avoid, as I would the plague, the man who preaches “Peace, peace” continually. There are times when the Bible will not give me peace—times when to comfort and assure me would be absolutely damaging to me. How can I sin and not feel the burning fire of the Word?
The false prophet is easily discovered. He is the man who offers nothing but honey, peace, joy, security, and tranquility. He does that, of course, because it is what the natural man craves; it provides him a ready audience, a guarantee of success. A counselor who offers me a rosy goal but never mentions the painful, torturous road to it, is not my friend. Jesus Christ is my true Friend. He offers me a rewarding future but “with persecutions” (Mark 10:29, 30). He wants to deliver me safe, sound, and holy. That is why His Word must sometimes make me ache with soreness and weep with bitterness. He knows where it all is leading—to manhood and womanhood tinged with glory. I respond with Mary’s sincere humility, “Behold, the bond slave of the Lord; be it done to me according to Your Word,” for “my soul exalts the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior” (Luke 1:38, 46). —W. Glyn Evans
“Therefore I love Your commandments above gold, yes, above fine gold. Therefore I esteem right all Your precepts concerning everything; I hate every false way (Psalm 119:127, 128).
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While attending a Marriage Seminar dealing with communication, Tom and his wife Grace listened to the instructor, "It is essential that husbands and wives know each other's likes and dislikes."
He addressed the man, "Can you name your wife's favorite flower?"
Tom leaned over, touched his wife's arm gently and whispered, "It's Pillsbury, isn't it?
A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000.
The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men.
The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"
"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.
As she fumbled for her wallet, I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse.
"So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.
"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, And I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."
A diplomatic husband said to his wife, 'How do you expect me to remember your birthday when you never look any older?'"
Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down. I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.
Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My wife, Diane, has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
I immediately call the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen. Then I made the most difficult call of all, "Honey," I stammered. I always call her "honey" in times like these. "I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen."
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard Diane's voice. "Ken" she barked, "I dropped you off!"
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
Diane retorted, "I will, as soon as I can convince this policeman that I did not steal your car!!!"
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A preacher once had a good definition between faith and fact. He said to his Sunday congregation, “It is a fact that you are sitting there and it is a fact that I am standing at this pulpit preaching to you. But, it is faith that makes me believe you are listening to what I say.
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My wife just stopped and said, "You weren't even listening were you?"
I thought ... "That's a pretty weird way to start a conversation."
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Top Ten Reasons To Buy A New Car
10. The closest to musical entertainment you have, is the whistling sound created by all the rust holes.
9. Instead of an air bag, there's a whoopee cushion taped to your steering wheel.
8. You lose the stoplight challenge to a 14-year-old on a moped.
7. 15 minute JiffyLube needs to keep your car for 3 days.
6. When you gas up, the attendant asks, "Can I re-duct tape that windshield for you?"
5. Thieves repeatedly break in your car just to steal "The Club."
4. While sitting at a stop light, people keep running up to you and asking if anyone was hurt.
3. For the last five years, you've had to settle for making "vroom, vroom" noises while in the driveway.
2. You keep losing dates on left turns.
1. Traffic reporters start referring to you by name when discussing morning tie-ups.