Hello, Humboldt

Not many things have broken the collective heart of a country or even the world like the tragic deaths of so many fine young people and their leaders. I wonder how many of us were hoping, praying grieving as we apprehensively followed the updates?

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We had planned and dreamed of going to see our children but it wasn't working out according to our timing but God was in control. Our travels took us to the troubled town of Humboldt the day after the accident. With humility and compassion, we were able to reach out to various ones who were suffering: in gas stations, Tim Horton's and elsewhere. I longed to do more, and hopefully others have done far more than we could. 

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Humboldt, we care about you. We are praying for you and the many family members wherever they are. May you find comfort in the loving arms of Jesus.

What Really Matters?

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I made myself a new friend. Ah me, what a dream, I haven’t even met her! Let’s start again; I wish I could have her for a dear friend. Everyone applauds her for her sewing ability and no doubt, it was wonderful, but I don’t think that is the reason people cried when she suddenly passed away. Would you weep just because someone who made you a garment died? I think not. Would you if you were desperately poor, and it was the only decent thing you had to wear? I doubt it, after all, a brand new, possibly heavy, homespun garment would last quite a while, and even if it didn’t, that isn’t what you would remember her by.

               Really? So what would it be then? Dorcas was one special woman. Her heart was overflowing with love. These were poverty-stricken widows and others to whom she ministered. Widows, get that? Wives’ and mothers whose husbands’, the fathers to their children, had died, possibly drowned at sea because Joppa was a seacoast town. They were heartbroken, lonesome and she cared.

Sure, they showed anyone interested the tangible evidence of how kind she was to them, but that wasn’t the most important part.

Here was someone that loved them, shared their suffering and when she died they couldn’t bear to let her go.

               I guess Peter couldn’t either, because when he was summoned from a nearby town, he dropped everything he was doing, and came.

               It was a tremendous miracle when Dorcas rose from the dead and many became Christians because of it, but let’s not remember her for doing acts of mercy, but for showing compassion.

               Hey, Dorcas, may I get to know you in Heaven and be your friend, there?

You'll find this story in the last part of Acts 9.

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