April’s Green

We just celebrated Easter yesterday by remembering the resurrection of Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior.  With the coming of Spring, and the greening of everything since March 20 it is quite fitting to mention “Resurrection”

Spring signifies the renewing of all things living.  Going through Autumn and then Winter the plants seem to die, but then in Spring they come back to life.  Resurrection is testified to by even the Creation around us.

The siblings, myself and our mother experienced the passing away of our Dad (on February 9,2017), and our mother’s husband of 63 years.  Though that was and continues to be a sad departure for us we know Dad is more alive today, in the presence of Jesus, than he has ever been.  One day, and maybe soon, he will rise from the grave in which he is buried, along with all those who died in Jesus Christ; and those who are still living in Christ will join them all in the sky, with Him.

So shall we ever, forever live with Jesus.

Why do I believe in the bodily resurrection of Jesus, and all who believe in Him?  The green of April declares it.  Most of all God in His word proclaims and declares it.  Jesus is risen. “He is not here.  He is risen.”

From the banks of Flat Creek,

~tim

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About My Dad

Back in August 2011 I wrote about my Dad having a heart attack and that the doctors had given him little time to live.

Guess what.  Here it is 2014 and Dad is still alive and still kicking.  Well, I do not think he can kick much, but he is still up and about in his power chair.

Yesterday he came down with my sister Judy, her husband David, and ten of their grandchildren.  They went down behind our house, and Dad spoke to them of the old Blankenship Mill which used to be sitting about where they were all sitting and  standing.

Mom and Dad have been to church nearly every service since I became their pastor for the second time.  I think they missed the first Wednesday night of July.

Dad goes out in his power chair every day and gets the mail.  He tends a garden; it is a raised garden of sorts made up of three different beds; built from lumber; and with space between each one for his chair to roll.  It works quite well for him.

It further goes to show that doctors do not know how long we will live.  Just for clarity:  I do have confidence in most doctors.  They are needed and helpful for many illnesses, but I think most of them need to realize that they are servants of the one true Healer – Jesus the Christ, Son of God and God the Son.  Most medicine practiced today only treats symptoms; and does not heal the real problem.  After all if they healed us we would not need their treatments any longer.

Anyway I am thankful that my Dad is still going strong; at least as much as is possible.  Thank YOU Lord for my Dad.

-tim