Bangladesh and CHILDREN ARE LIGHT

 I am very impressed by this young man's ministry, even though we are separated by half a world, and I've only known him a few weeks.

I am impressed by the name of his ministry CHILDREN ARE LIGHT! I think it is harmony with the importance that  Jesus attached to children, when Jesus said the Kingdom is made of such as these. Jesus also said You (and by inference, children!) are the light of the world!

I am beginning to do deep research on Bangladesh, just as I did, starting 12 years ago, on another great nation, Pakistan. That journey started because I began a delightful friendship with another young man, Asad Rafi.

We in the US and other prosperous nations, such as France, Britain, Germany, and now even India, would do well to heed the advice of Solomon. Give a portion to 7 or 8, for we don't know what evil will fall on us. We may be the ones asking for help in a few months or years. The fall of Babylon is coming! Read Revelations!

I will update this post from time to time. Stay tuned. #maddog

Internet Bridges

Don't give up. God wants us to build internet bridges between godly works in ALL nations GREAT and SMALL like Bangledesh, Pakistan, Zambia, India, and  United States, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. This will be a tedious, laborious process. We must work at it!! People are suffering! Jesus is coming! God is mighty to save!!!

Mary, Alzheimer's, and Phages

I wrote a text to Mary's brother in law. Mary's sister also has Alzheimer's.

Mark: Mary is very slowly improving. Eating very well. Very stable and active. Very talkative. Misses her parents deeply. I mention my parents are in heaven which reassures her. Stay safe and cool.

You both are doing a great job keeping that A1c down to 6.1. I'm also convinced phages may help. Found in abundance in seafood, kelp, grass fed ruminates. Doctor Solomon reversed Alzheimer's in mice with nasal shots in mice. Israel. Not doable with humans. Mary is sensitive to iodine. Causes overactive thyroid. Mimics dementia. Complete blood work revealed it.

Blessed Assurance: Nazarene Bible College, Ron Lush, and my perverted hymns

 

Wild Thing

 Mary's back to sleep after our morning routine of changing soaked incontinence underwear and/or pajamas and/or bedding.

We had an exciting and delightful day yesterday when my youngest daughter, her husband, and oldest son came to visit Mary and me. Because they were coming and we were up relatively early, I gave Mary an extra 3rd dose of both Pepto Bismol and lorazapam, a narcotic that Hospice started her on back when she was under Hospice care. It helps calm her tummy, which I call Wild Thing. 

Flash back warning! I sing the Wild Thing  song to Mary in the voice of the Troggs. Wild thing! You make my heart sing! You make everything... Groovy! chord riff! I wanna know for sure! chord riff!! I think I love you! It always makes her smile.

During Mary's epic 2015 hospital stays and emergency intestinal surgery in which two of the finest surgeons in the world at the University of Michigan removed 4 4 inch pieces of dead, blocked intestines. They told us Mary would now always have diarrhea. Supposedly she would never have constipation again.

And yet we missed a bowel movement yesterday. We will hold off on cheese, Pepto, and Lorazapam today. We'll start the day with Minudo soup. We'll have French toast with butter and syrup next. We'll have lots of fluids. If that doesn't start things moving, we'll have a dose of Miralax. When it does kick loose, we may have a mess. Or not.

God is good. Life is exciting. Stay tuned.

Changing Daily Protocols

 I literally live one day at a time.

This started when my first wife was dying. I couldn't exist without a constant stream of worship and prayer to keep with all the responsibilities of Lynne, family, job, home, church. My to-do list was made up as I went.

The steps of a man are ordered by the Lord. That's every man, woman, and child, good and bad.

Taking care of my Alzheimer's stricken Mary, last night I was too tired to write, so I turned the lights off at 12:30 am. I laid down, but didn't sleep till 3;30 am. Mary's pattern is very close to mine. She laid next me talking quietly till 3 am, then fell asleep.

We both woke up at 7 because of the daylight pouring in our window. I helped her get out of her wet clothes and put dry clothes and a fresh pair of McKesson ultra heavy duty incontinence panties. I changed the top sheet and got my exercise in by lifting up the heavy mattress. I make Mary smile by saying ME STRONG LIKE BULL! SHOW OFF IN FRONT OF PRETTY WOMAN!

Because 3 1/2 hours of sleep is short of my goal of 9 hours, I will have to get 1 or 2 power naps in today, Lord willing.

Your prayers and encouraging words are deeply appreciated!

The Enemy

There is truth to what Pogo is saying.

I liked Pogo more as I got older because I learned that he was a creature of the Okefenokee swamp, south of Waycross Georgia, where I pastored for a while.

The swamp was a source of entertainment for our family. We were told there was an alligator named Al outside the park that loved marshmallows and would come up out of the water and beg for them by opening his mouth wide and roaring. We learned that he would only come for fresh Kraft marshmallows, not stale generic ones. 

We found this to be true. We'd plop marshmallows on the water for 10 to 20 minutes, and Al would suddenly appear. There was a 3 foot bank around the swamp. Al would swim silently, full speed to the bank and, carried by his 500 pounds of momentum, appear like a magician, 12 feet of roaring beauty, well beyond the edge of the bank. I always threw the marshmallows from a respectful distance, knowing how fast he came out of the water.

One time a college choir came to visit us, and I offered to take them out to see the marshmallow eating alligator. It took 20 minutes to get Al to come up, and the kids were skeptical of the entire episode when finally Al showed up suddenly, roaring, mouth open wide, displaying those massive teeth. The entire busload of kids ran screaming back to the bus and shut the door. Lynne, Becky, and Wendy stayed with me, (behind me, of course) as a I plopped marshmallow after marshmallow into his gaping, toothy jaws. 

Weaponized Grace

Every particle of grace contains all the knowledge of God and all the power of God and all of the presence of God. 

It can be used defensively and offensively. It knows what you need for that moment and becomes strength to bear a trial or a miraculous release, boldness to speak or restraint to hold your peace.

Humility is the requirement. Quick to forgive. To give the credit to God. To encourage.

My constant prayer for you is that God would rain grace down on you and yours, that your heart would become a spring of grace constantly flowing, that others would join us, let the springs merge into rivers, till the earth would be covered with oceans of grace until the earth is filled with knowledge of God, in Jesus' name.

Continuing Study of Affliction and Tribultaion

A righteous man falls seven times, and rises up again; but the wicked are overthrown by calamity.

These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous: but the Lord delivereth him out of them all. Before I was afflicted I went astray: but now have I kept thy word. It is good for me that I have been afflicted; that I might learn thy statutes.

Thank You, Sovereign God, for Your path that led me through the fields of affliction. - Mike Dittmer