Psalms 91:5-7 You will not fear the
terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day, nor the pestilence
that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A
thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it
will not come near you.
Many may be effected by different things, but we are safe because we trust in Him.
There are things that are real like
‘terror of night’, but we are completely surrounded and protected by the
Lord and His angels.
Pestilence that stalks is almost
unexpected often times and we have nothing to be afraid or concerned of,
because the Lord is our helper.
Prayer:
Thank You Lord that I can be safe in You today and not be concerned
of what people say or how they react or what they do. I am completely
at peace in You. Amen.
I have had numerous running watches over the years. I began running way back when we had to go drive a course for a fairly accurate measurement. Since my back injury last May, every mile run or walked has become more precious. I have owned a Garmin 265, a mid-range quality watch, for a little more than two years and I love it! It is used only for running and treated well, and it is the most accurate measure of distance, pace and speed that I have ever had. The heart rate is also very accurate, and I love following it along the way. For about 10 years, I wore out a couple of Garmin 410XT’s for my purposeful walking, mowing, spraying, and especially for five months of the walks during the early recovery from the broken back. The last one died last week, so I bought an Ezon something from Amazon for $47. I found out right away that my choice was a bad one.
I remember one day years ago running a proposed course at Dan Nicholas Park to be used for a new 5K. I ran it with one of SRR’s best female runners ever, Trudy Gale. We both wore the same watch and ran side by side. Our times were 4 hundredths different on the 5K course. We all have favorite routes that almost never measure exactly the same. Online measuring tools like Strava and Map-My-Run are close but not exact. As I remind others often, the only accurate measure of any course is a wheel. That is why only the wheel or a calibrated bicycle can be used for course certification. Yet a good running watch is very close.
Back to the Ezon, it appears to be a Chinese made watch and is a challenge to set up. Here are a few things I didn’t like. The watch function is chosen by matching time zones to a large city. I chose NYC, the only one on Eastern time but that one was an hour off, and I had to choose a Canadian city to get the time right. The longest distance the watch could measure was a 5K. And the kicker—after accessing GPS for measuring distance, I sat down in my chair inside. I hear a ding shortly after and was surprised that I had just covered one kilometer, then soon another. This was not the watch for me, so it is on the way back to Amazon.
I longed for an affordable Garmin and searched Amazon for the right one that could take a beating from farm work. I didn’t need all the extra data. Just time, pace and distance. I searched E-Bay and found plenty of Garmin 305 watches, similar to the 410XT. I found one that looked new and had free delivery for $25. I ordered it on Sunday from Seattle, Washington, and daily tracking kept me posted where it was. The watch that does look new arrived on Saturday and I couldn’t be happier.
New high-end watches are approaching $1,000 quickly. When I bought my Garmin 265, it was about $265. The best one is about $450 now with training metrics and recovery insight, other versions are just under $400. My just arrived basic Garmin 305 Forerunner is now 15 years old and was $25 plus tax delivered. It is all about time, pace and distance. It won’t make calls, answer texts or propose a training plan, but most of us really don’t need it to? Lots of other affordable E-bay options are available.
Almost two weeks ago on a Friday evening, I was mowing along the road frontage on my farm. It was wet and my walk-behind pro mower slipped into the ditch. I couldn’t wrestle it out and the sun was setting. I started walking back to get a tractor to pull it out when I noticed a van had stopped and was backing out of my driveway. The van came back down the road slowly and the driver, one of three teen girls in the van, asked, “Can we help you get your mower out of the ditch?” I thanked them and told them that a tractor was available. I just hope they read this and know they made my day just for offering!
The next race locally is the Hugh Bost Memorial 5K and Fun Run in Rockwell on September 6th. Look for this event, the fall beginning runners class and a lot of others at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org
Isn’t that a funky word? Kinda like Craisins which is the word for raisins which are actually cranberries. If you’re like me and didn’t know, cremains are the remains of loved ones who’ve been cremated. Well, I don’t guess they’re all loved. But the ones I currently am in possession of sure are. As you know, David passed away almost three months ago. We had decided together that we’d be cremated and that it would be nice to have our “cremains” scattered at one of our favorite vacation spots near the ocean.
“I’m not sure that’s legal,” David wondered as we spoke of these things years ago. “I think I’d rather have my ashes mixed with paint and sprayed onto the motorcycle so I can keep on riding.” For good measure he added, “Make it a glossy black, but don’t cover up the flames Nic ghosted in on the gas tank.” I shook my head at my crazy man and replied. “I’m not gonna have to worry about it. I’m going first anyway, so just pick a place at the beach and sprinkle me into the waves. You’ll probably want to stand up wind though so you don’t end up wearing me home.” He got a weird look on his face then somberly said. “Don’t you dare die first. I can’t stand the thought.”
So annyyywayyy… here I am, three months later without the strength to travel to the beach or anywhere else for that matter. I don’t want to task this adventure to our daughters, so I ordered a small wooden box for the cremains. It’s really pretty with a tree carved in one side. I decided I could live with my beloved’s cremains sitting on our bedroom dresser. No biggie. Then I found a nice little nameplate and had it personalized with his full name, dates, and the salutation he put on all his school correspondence to parents and such. “In His care,” was especially fitting. When it came, I opened the package with reverence, looking forward to seeing this sweet tribute to the man who loved me so well. Look how great it turned out.
Oh well. Somewhere in Gloryland, David is getting the last laugh. Or should I say “Sparky?”
Steve Hartman finds the best stories and this is no exception. A few weeks back we saw an older woman take a ball from a kid at a game…what a sad thing to witness. This story beats that story by a million miles. This kid needs to teach many of our leaders a lesson in kindness…ENJOY!!!!
I don’t like to go to the doctor. I have a great doctor, but I just can’t explain why I don’t like going to the doctor. Now this Doctor that Steve Hartman will introduce us to might be an exception. I would at least like to meet him. ENJOY!!!
“If you believe you’ve ever experienced a miracle, we invite you to click here and share your story with us.” Thus read the email from a ministry that I subscribe to. I knew what they were going for – a sensational moment where a supernatural event happened, maybe a healing or evidence of God intervening in a spectacular way.
Though the word “miracle” can often be used too freely to explain some events, I do believe that we can encounter miracles every day. We may think of a reversal of events and situations when we think of miracles. If the biblical definition of a miracle is when a supernatural being (God) intervenes in an inexplicable way beyond natural phenomena, could we include radical reversals in that definition?
I think we could, and I have witnessed numerous radical reversals in life, even though I cannot recall a specific healing event that I have seen. I remember a shy, grieving young girl who felt alone becoming a bold, passionate witness who feels loved and healed by a loving Father. I know a story of a boy hurt by divorce when he was young, without a model of a faithful husband and father, who became a man in love with a Savior who transformed him into a man who would be a godly husband and dad. There’s a story about a boy also hurt by grief who turned to vices that threatened to drag him down into a life of loneliness and misery, but surrendered to a Rescuer who brought him joy and a family. There’s a story of a young woman who was searching – everywhere – to find meaning and answers, and Someone found her and brought her peace beyond explanation.
There are also the stories of those who joyfully found the Savior at young ages and instantly loved the comfort and peace and never looked back. Yes, these are salvation stories. They usually don’t fall under the category of what many would expect as a miracle. They do not seem sensational. Yet, if one were able to follow the potential trajectory of their lives without the power of the Holy Spirit, there would be no such radical transformation.
Today, many are looking for a divine experience – a miracle – to prove that God is real. “Just show me a miracle, and I will believe!” Perhaps the one who is witnessing their salvation story to you is the walking miracle you are looking for. How do they navigate hard times differently? Have you reconnected with a former schoolmate or coworker who went a very different route in a relationship with Jesus and now lives like a different person?
Everyday miracles. Inexplicable things that would not have otherwise happened without the supernatural intervention. Have you witnessed a miracle?
Ashlie Miller is an everyday miracle and knows many. You can share your miracle story with her at mrs.ashliemiller@gmail.com.
It seems like we aren’t getting as much mail lately. The trip to the mailbox is often fruitless. The bill collectors regularly keep in contact with us, though. I don’t mind because I like having power, water, and all the other services they provide. Every once in a while, you will find a letter in your box that you wish had gotten lost in the mail. I received one of those letters recently. It was a thin letter. In the upper left hand corner I saw it was from the Clerk of Superior Court. I knew without opening it that I had jury duty. I stood in my driveway and opened the letter to see when I would have to serve. I, like anyone else who receives such a letter, was frustrated and wished I could make it go away. I took a few breaths and let the frustration go.
I love our country. One of the responsibilities of living in this great land is that sometimes our country needs our help dealing with legal issues. Someone needs us to listen objectively to their situation and determine whether they are innocent or guilty. Any one of us could find ourselves in that situation one day. We would need twelve people plus two alternates to listen to our story and determine our destiny.
We all might consider jury duty an inconvenience and we may wish we were somewhere else, but for a period of time our country and an individual needs us to help bring about justice. When you consider all the cases that come before our court system and all the people who have served on jury duty to help bring about justice…it is truly amazing. Our system of justice works better than many other places around the world.
Serving is actually quite interesting. They show you a video explaining how the jury process works. That video should be required viewing for every high school student before they graduate. They explain that we don’t have jury duty, but rather jury service. It is each citizen’s opportunity to serve our country so we can have a fair and equitable legal system. I understand that it is something that we would prefer not to do. However, if we want our system to work, each of us has to be available to serve.
Serving is a vital part of every organization. We all know that it is normally a handful of people who do the majority of the work within most organizations. Sadly, the same thing applies to most churches. The majority of the church’s work is done by a handful of people. Many people do very little to help build, grow, or encourage the church.
Many people think it is the pastor’s and staff’s job to take care of everything at the church. The Bible teaches us that it is the pastor’s job to equip the church to do the work of the church. Pastors are supposed to be the mentors and trainers in the church and the members are called to do the work within the church. The members are also called to do the evangelical outreach of the church. It’s the members’ job to reach out and help in our communities.
There is a place for everyone to serve in the church. If you are musically inclined, not me, there is the choir and musicians. Churches need Sunday school teachers. Churches need greeters to welcome people. Churches need ushers to help people find seats and collect the offering. Churches need people to love the babies in the nurseries. Churches need creative people to help with the arts and crafts in the children’s area. Churches need people to pay the bills, run the office and create and manage the budget. Churches need people who love to cook for the meals we enjoy at church. Every church needs people to clean and maintain our facilities
I want to encourage you to use your talents, skills, and abilities to serve in your church. God needs each one of us to do our part to help advance and grow His kingdom. It takes all of us, not just the pastor and church staff, to make a difference in our world. The church needs you! Jesus wants you to contribute and make your church a better place. No job is too small. There are plenty of behind the scenes jobs if you don’t want to get noticed. Find your place. Do your part! Let your light shine by serving God.
Carter wastes no time in explaining his use of cultural intertextuality avenue for reading and studying the Gospels. He reminds us that Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John composed while Rome ruled: “The empire does not disappear from the Gospels just because an emperor or governor or soldier or tax is not mentioned.” He then uses selected Gospel texts alongside Roman texts to create an opportunity for the reader to “make meaning in the intersections among them.”
Intertextuality is an interesting way to read the Gospels and while I had unknowingly done it in the past, I had not been aware of its wide range. For instance, one of the Gospel stories that Carter uses is the scene where Jesus instructs two disciples to go into Jerusalem and they will find a donkey with here colt tied. If asked, the disciples are to say that the Master needs them. Jesus then rides the donkey into Jerusalem.
Carter shows how this well-known arrival by Jesus, where he is greeted by the screaming crown, is like the manner a Roman ruler or victorious general would enter a city. He cites many historical accounts to support and then compare the entry of Jesus with that of Augustus, Gaius, and Titus into Rome or other locations.
I enjoyed Carter’s examination of the Gospels by intertextuality because it directly shows the Roman world that Jesus lived in with all its problems: “Rome-sanctioned, Jerusalem-based local leaders, pervasive sickness, food insecurity, occupied territory, language of sovereignty, fantasies of revenge, and visions of a new and just world all interact with Roman imperial structures and [practices.” Carter in those words shows us the world in which Jesus walked and preached. It should give us encouragement for the world we face.
I think about a lot of things while running. And I think about running when I am doing other things. Today included an afternoon of farm work, some hard and some not so much. Plenty of time to think and prepare this column.
My best 20 minutes of running ever—Actually it was my first time breaking 17 minutes in a 5K with a time of 16 minutes and 50 seconds. The 5K was held at Davidson College when I was in my 30’s. I don’t remember much else about it except that it was very competitive. 16:50 running and 3:10 recovering while happy with the effort.
My best hour of running— 58 minutes and 46 seconds completing the Winter Flight 10 miler. Yes, for a few years, there was a 10-miler associated with the historic race. I consider this my best race ever in a field loaded with a dozen or so regional class runners. I think I was about 18th in the race, showing the quality of the field.
My best 3 hours of running—The Jacksonville Marathon (26.2 miles) in 1980 in Florida, the first of 16 sub 3-hour marathons, this one at 2:58.26 seconds. This was my second marathon, and the excellent time came after failing to break three hours in the 1980 New York City Marathon seven weeks earlier. This was the only time I remember tears coming while finishing a race. Jacksonville became my favorite marathon course, all flat with some dirt and packed sand next to the road, good for running.
My best 4 hours of running—A tie between another NYC Marathon and a Memphis Marathon, both of them run with a longtime female friend. Good for us both that she didn’t make the long list of ex-wives. The Memphis Marathon had a photo opportunity on Beale Street and on a flatbed trailer in front of Graceland, both of which I still have.
Another best 4 ½ hours of running—An early Sunday morning run from home to Statesville in 1986 for breakfast (pancakes at Shoney’s) with my then wife and two daughters. At 32 miles, it was my first ultra-marathon distance. Running was so easy then!
Best day of running—The final day of my run across North Carolina from Murphy to Manteo while pushing a baby jogger loaded with my gear. I started on Easter Sunday, April 1, 2018, in Colombia, NC at about 4am. Colombia is black bear country, and one resident warned me, “You will see a bear if you leave early. Don’t carry any food!” With a group waiting for me in Nags Head, I ran/walked in the pitch-black early morning and prayed for the sunrise. I never saw a bear and made the Nags Head Pier about 12 hours later, completing 660 miles across NC as a tribute to longtime friend Ed Dupree. Daily average was 28.1 miles, more than a marathon a day.
Best moment of running ever– With my granddaughter, Monroe “Booper” Bishop, completing 100,000 lifetime running and walking miles at Catawba College on April 18, 2025. This plateau came 11 months and 3 days after breaking my back in a farming accident.
Second best was the successful first two-mile run on October 26, 2024, when I tried running after the kyphoplasty done by Dr. Eugene Eline stabilized my back.
My latest book is Faith in the Miracle, One Man’s Quest to Complete 100,000 Running Miles After a Broken Back. It is the recap, beginning on the evening of the accident, of all the important moments during the most important journey of my life. The highlights include how God placed three important people there to help. Father and Son’s Produce will again have the book locally within several weeks.
Our next race locally is the Run for the Word 5K in Landis next Saturday, September 13th. The race benefits the South Rowan Bible Teachers Association, responsible for providing the salary and benefit package for three teachers who serve five schools. Once again, Barney Fife and Sheriff Andy will be on hand, with Fife actually running the race this year to get free ice cream available to participants.
Look for this and other upcoming events at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org
I don’t typically think of hymn writers as comedic. However, listen to this line from William Cowper’s famous hymn, God Moves in a Mysterious Way.
“You fearful saints, fresh courage take, the clouds you so much dread;
Are big with mercy and shall break in blessings on your head.”
Is that a funny line or am I just losing my mind a little bit? He’s right though. The very thing we fear will often render the best blessing. Hold fast dear friend. That big ol’ dark cloud that’s been following you for days is about to burst. Showers of blessings will blend with all those tears you’ve shed in private to make something beautiful.
From Psalm 43:
Do not be afraid, for I have ransomed you. I have called you by name; you are mine. When you go through deep waters I will be with you. When you go through rivers of difficulty, you will not drown. … For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, Your Savior. … You are precious to me. You are honored, and I love you.
The God Who created us, Who loves us so dearly, never ever wastes pain.
