Depth of Salvation

by   January 27, 2025 with No Comments

By Ann Farabee

The Depth of Salvation

Salvation is simple – but deep.

The words were words from my pastor, but I took them home with me.

I began to remember the night I accepted Christ into my heart.

I let go of the back of the pew in front of me – and took the first step.

Walking nervously down the aisle, my tears began to flow and I fell to my knees at the altar. Jesus was doing a work in my heart.

The preacher called it an altar call. I called it a life changer.

At age 13, the Holy Spirit was ministering to my heart and I accepted Jesus.

Surrounding me was hand clapping and cries of  “Amen,” and “Praise God,” coming from those in the congregation. 

 That night when I went to bed, I pulled the covers up over me tightly, and felt a deep spiritual moment in time that I still remember. Jesus was right there. I could talk to Him in whispers or I could think a prayer in my mind, and Jesus could hear it. Relief and joy came along with having a friend named Jesus who would walk with me and talk with me and tell me I am His own. Oh the joy we shared as we tarried there, none other has ever known. Jesus was mine. I was His.

It almost seems simple. I guess God made it simple enough that simple people like me could understand it. But at the same time, the depth of what I had experienced seemed way beyond simple. Nothing or no one is bigger than God! The Resurrection of Jesus as He burst forth from the grave to give us victory over death was the greatest event in the history of the world!

Because of my relationship with Jesus, I began to feel that I was no longer a nobody, but I was a somebody. I was a child of God.

It is amazing how much of that Sunday night, October 15, 1967, that I can still recall.

The words of this song are what I heard as I walked down the aisle:

Just as I am without one plea

But that Thy blood was shed for me

And that thou bidd’st me come to Thee

O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

My legs were shaking as I took those steps to kneel at the altar, but it was easier walking down the aisle than it had been standing there holding on to the pew.

When that dear lady, that I have no idea who she was, prayed with me and said Amen, we then stood up and hugged, as she said, “You don’t have to go to hell now.” It was a comment that has stayed with me forever and I sure am glad she said it.

Salvation is the deepest, richest, strongest, and most profound experience anyone could ever have – and Jesus wants to give it to us freely. He paid the price. He loved us enough to die for us.

Salvation still works.

Salvation is still God’s plan for the young and for the old and for all in between.

Anyone who has accepted Christ has the same advocate fighting for them throughout battles of life that I do. Salvation flows deeply, forever in our minds, our hearts, and our spirits. It brings us rivers of joy.

Need Jesus?

For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him will not perish, but have eternal life. John 3:16

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and you will  be saved. Acts 16:31

By grace are we saved through faith, and not of ourselves. It is the gift of God. Ephesians 2:8

Jesus is the Son of God.

He died for our sins, and rose again so that we could have eternal life.

Pray. Accept Him into your heart.

Salvation is the key.

Jesus is the door.

Sacred Trails Through Snow & Shadows

by   January 26, 2025 with No Comments

By Ashlie Miller

For hours, we watched for updated forecast posts on social media. We saw the gaping hole in the map that seemed to say to the snowstorm, “You shall not pass – at least not in this area. You can have most of the rest of the state, though.” 

But finally, as we sat down to an early supper, we noticed the flurries. In the eerily, gloomy haze, the white wisps did fall and stick to the ground.

Though only trace amounts, my younger children awoke the next morning with expectant eyes. Thankfully, recent experiences with barely distinguishable amounts of snow have cultivated a sense of excitement and contentment over the short-lived frosts. After some morning learning time, we set out to explore. 

We had already noticed neighbors across the creek had nothing white on their back lawns. Ours, however, had a lovely, though sparse, sprinkling. Could it be that the shadows of the trees kept the wonderland safe in our yard? Of course, we trekked through the woods, keeping our tradition of doing so on white-blanketed days. My daughter ventured off on her own with a sense of freedom. ”Be careful of the thorns as you hike through,” I cautioned. My youngest son and I went on our routine hunt for ice on the creek. What boy doesn’t want to break off sheets of ice and see it shatter like glass? “Don’t get too close to the edge and fall in,” I warned.

In the shadows: a warmth amid bleak mid-winter, glittering treasures to discover (don’t mistake them for just snow-covered branches and rocks), snowy places protected even if for a little while to bring moments of delight. 

I have walked through many shadowy places in my life. Many valleys of the shadow, even. I am sure you have, too. I have watched my closest loved ones succumb to their end here on earth. I have held hands and loved those who walked close to death’s door and came out victorious, thankfully. But walking through shadowy places can be a painful, dangerous place we would rather avoid. It can seem unending with no relief in sight. As difficult as it is for the loved one going through life’s last door, those who remain behind can be overwhelmed by anticipatory grief.

But in the shadows, there can be warmth, glittering treasures, and sacred places to bring moments of delight. In her final year, I remember spending whole days with my mother away from my family so I could just be “daughter” with my mom a little longer. Talks, laughs, sitting still together – sometimes talking like she would be here forever; other times sitting still, realizing these were precious moments. Towards her final days, the entire family gathered around to sit, share stories, hear her talk about the Bible, and even listen to her describe what she thought she heard or was seeing. Like a little girl, I had opportunities to climb up in bed with her, read her Scriptures, or hear her share memories I had never heard her say. These were moments that we would not have otherwise experienced.

The shadows can be dark and scary places, but they can also preserve memorable moments unique to the valleys. When you next go through the shadowy places, remember, “Yay, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of darkness, I will fear no evil, for You [God] are with me.”

Ashlie Miller and her family live in Concord, NC.

Cleaning Out the Closets

by   January 25, 2025 with No Comments

By Doug Creamer

            I looked out the window at a sunny, beautiful day. Then I opened the front door and felt the breezy, freezing air and closed the door. This will be a week that I will enjoy from inside my warm house. I enjoy being outside as much as possible, but with the extreme cold I will find some things that need doing inside. I am not even sure I will attempt to go for a walk this week as temperatures are expected to be below freezing for most of the week.

            I don’t like hot and humid weather or breezy and cold weather. The only really good part about cold weather is the possibility of snow. It is easy to be lazy when it’s cold. I can scroll social media, watch some TV, or curl up with a good book. The hours pass and very little gets accomplished. The problem with trying to tackle inside projects is that it usually involves cleaning out something. When you clean out a cabinet or closet you have to throw things away. Therein lies the problem. I am sentimental. It’s hard to give up stuff. I took a carload to Goodwill before Christmas and really should do it again.  

            When things are neat, clean, tidy, and organized it feels good. The problem lies with the process. If you decide to start with this closet then you will need to work on that closet too because some of these things need to be in that closet. The result is a huge mess because everything will be pulled out and then we are back to making decisions about what stays and what goes and those decisions feel impossible. You always need that thing you got rid of two weeks ago!

            So you close the closet doors and find something else to do. It seems easier to pretend the problem doesn’t exist than to find the energy to work through the mess and make the tough decisions about what to keep and what to let go.

These same principles apply to our spiritual lives. There are habits, attitudes, and things that need our attention and need changing but the work required causes us to close the doors and move on unchanged. We all carry spiritual baggage that we need to eject from our lives. We carry past hurts, brokenness, failures, disappointments, disillusionment, anxieties, distrust, and a bunch of other things. The solution is to carry all these things to Jesus because He cares deeply for each one of us and wants to lift those burdens off our lives. The trouble is that it takes time and we have to open those closet doors up for Jesus. It’s a mess and we would rather pretend those things don’t exist, so we end up carrying this heavy load that God never intended for us to carry.

            Jesus came to heal us from our hurts and brokenness. He knows all the ways we have been disillusioned and disappointed by people and He wants us to know that we can trust Him. He knows all the anxieties and fears we face and He wants us to know that He holds our future and everything about our lives in His hands. There is no failure that He can’t redeem.

            Can you imagine what life would be like if you didn’t have to carry all the mess around? Why do we try to find ways to repay God for our sins? Jesus already paid that price for us. All we have to do is accept His free gift of forgiveness. Salvation is a free gift open for anyone who will receive it. We need to bring Jesus to the mess hidden in the closets of our lives and allow Him to help us clean it out. He wants to clean out all the mess and have a beautiful place where He can store our testimony to His goodness. Our story of His forgiveness. Our faith in His guidance. Our hope in the future He has planned for us. Our peace that surpasses understanding. Our joy at the wonder of what God can do with our brokenness.

            I want to encourage you to open your closet doors to your Heavenly Father, who is in the business of cleaning up messes. It takes time, energy, and faith to open those doors. God is compassionate and loving. He doesn’t want you to carry all that stuff around. Let Him lift the burdens off your shoulders so you can walk free as He intended. Let His love and joy clean and clear your heart so you can walk in His peace.  

Contact Doug Creamer at PO Box 777, Faith, NC 28041or doug@dougcreamer.com

Policy and its Procedure

by   January 24, 2025 with No Comments

By Roger Barbee

            Non-public schools reserve the right to expel a student for a rule infraction, be it one of a discipline or honor violation, or both. Also, poor academic performance may lead to a student being expelled. It is hoped that all such schools print a clear and simple set of expectations and possible consequences for their breaking in some forms for students and parents to follow. As difficult as it is for a student and school, sometimes the best action is for a student to be expelled. But, in my opinion and experience as an independent educator, expulsion should be the last recourse.

            Earlier today when I read the following in an ABC on-line article, I was disappointed: “A Christian school in Kentucky is accused of expelling a freshman student after seeing an image of her celebrating her 15th birthday with a rainbow cake and multi-colored sweater. Kimberly Alford said officials at Whitefield Academy in Louisville sent her an email last week with the image of her daughter, Kayla, and informed her that Kayla was no longer a student.”

            Whitefield Academy, like all non-public schools, maintain its right to expel a student as mentioned earlier. Fine. Yet what I cannot understand, if the mother is correct, why did the head of school notify the student and parent via an email? I understand that the photograph of a student can cause alarm for a school when the school sees the picture as going against one or more of its core beliefs. Alford says that the head of school told her when she called that the cake and sweater represented gay pride, not a core belief of Whitefield.

            On its web page, Whitfield lists its Core Values. Two of them are: Compassion and respect for all people. Whitefield Academy believes each individual is uniquely created by God and endowed with specific gifts and abilities. These gifts and abilities, encourage mutual respect, promote Christian love and provide motivation to resolve conflict in a peaceable and Biblical manner (Matthew 18:15-35). Commitment to family values. Whitefield Academy exists to serve Christian families in the process of education. As such, the school is supportive of family issues and concerns. We exist to strengthen the family through a balanced educational program that considers the academic and relational needs of the family (Psalm 127).

            As a Christ follower, I am aware of the Bible’s teachings on homosexuality. I am also a reader of the Gospels, and as I understand them, especially Luke, I appreciate the two Core Values of Whitfield that I quoted. But, how can the head of school believe in them, if a student is expelled via an email. What kind of compassion/respect and commitment to family values does that demonstrate? Shame on that type of Christianity.

The question is not the policy of Whitfield, but the procedure it followed in expelling its student. I hope it will look at its Core Values and follow them the next time a student breaks a rule.

How to Have a Perfect Run

by   January 23, 2025 with No Comments

By David Freeze

How to have a perfect run!!

   This title is impossible! You can’t just have a perfect run. Even if you sleep well, eat all the right things, just had a rest day and are wearing new shoes. I have had all these and almost never does the perfect run happen! I often wonder just how I would want my very last run to be, whenever that may come.

    For now, here’s a description of my 4.31 mile run from home on Saturday morning, January 4th. Why? Because it was at least near perfect, and totally unexpected at that. The temperature was 25 degrees at 5:45am when I headed out in the dark. I walk the gravel driveway since my back accident and then start running on the paved road. First is 3/4ths mile uphill on Weaver Road where I noticed a little more energy than usual. A stout, cold wind pushed me along, but I dreaded meeting it when coming back later.

     It was a dark morning with only a sliver of a moon plus the possibility of seeing some meteors as the tail end of the Quadrantids passed through. Running south on the flatter Patterson Road was a breeze and I felt better and better. Passing homes of friends and neighbors with light weekend traffic added to the fun. I noted my breathing and heart rate were especially good. At this point, it seemed the legs were carrying my body along with little effort.

    I was glad for the handwarmers in my mittens as the cold sidewind was constant. The toboggan on my head and the two dri-fit shirts and one light jacket seemed perfect. Up and down a little hill, the legs felt better and better and then at the turnaround, I headed back toward home. Similar to turning a horse back to the barn, the effort seemed even easier. I saw no meteors although I was looking constantly. I didn’t care, running was good, easier than nearly every day since the accident.

      My Garmin 265 watch from Back Country and Beyond kept recording good stats including a steady increase in speed. I was having a blast while exceptionally light on my feet and the Brooks Ghosts from Ralph Baker Shoes I was wearing.

    Soon it was time to turn downhill and into the wind for the last push toward home. Where was the steady wind that had pushed all the flags uphill at the Price of Freedom Museum? Most of the flags were relaxed with only minimal movement this time by. Yes, maybe it was possible that I could count this as the unheard-of run where I didn’t have to meet the returning headwind. Energy and breathing were both so good that I kept going on past my driveway down to the nearest neighbor’s before stopping.

     Uncommonly, I stopped my watch while shaking my head and saying, “Wow! Thank you, Lord!” Was this the almost perfect run, one good enough to make me content if something similar was my last one ever? I think it was, and I stopped just far enough from my own driveway to do my morning prayers while walking back. The horses met me for their morning apples while I was still shaking my head in disbelief. These runs are few and far between and the best way to start my day. Only a light dusting of snow could have made it better! I hope by the time you read this, I got that snow and attempted yet another perfect run.

     We are just less than a month before Rowan’s biggest running event, the Forum Fitness Winter Flight 8K, 5K and Fun Run. Everything happens starting at 1:30pm and hosted by Catawba College on February 2nd. The 8K is the North Carolina State Championship event while the 5K is shorter and less challenging. The fun run is two times around the Shuford Stadium track and open to anyone of any age. We also have a wheelchair event for both the 5K and 8K courses.

    All 8K and 5K participants get commemorative hoodies and are eligible for one of about 160 awards. Refreshments follow all four events. All proceeds go to Rowan Helping Ministries.

For more information on 2025 Winter Flight, please go to www.salisburyrowanrunners.

Gotta’ Run: How to have a perfect run!

Experience Love

by   January 22, 2025 with No Comments

By Ed Traut

John 13:35  By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

  • Nothing else is more evident that we belong to God than the evidence of love.
  • The whole world is looking for love and they know what love looks like – the real thing.
  • Sometimes it is difficult to walk in that love in our own strength, that is why we lean on Him and run to Him to fill us with His love continually.

Prayer:  Lord I surrender to You that Your love permeate my heart and fill me and give me love for those that I have difficulty loving.  Let me be loving to everyone.  Let this one thing flow in my life Lord, Your love.  I crave it, I want it and I surrender to it completely.  Amen.
 

Ed Traut
Prophetic Life

A Powerful Lesson

by   January 21, 2025 with No Comments

We could all learn a powerful lesson from…a bunch of middle school kids. Did you read that? Middle school kids, without the help of adults, did something over the top and made someone’s day. Steve Hartman tells the story in a way that only he can do it. Watch, get tissues… but watch and ENJOY!

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