Good Morning

December 18, 2007

I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will

forget what you did, But people will never forget

how you made them feel.
--Maya Angelou--

Good Morning,

I love to be inspired; I think most people do. Inspiration comes in many forms, for instance, watching someone do something special for another without fanfare. Watching a father play with his child is always a slam dunk with me. As a matter of fact seeing anything that makes a child laugh is a direct hit on my heart.

I ran my first marathon this year. Someone asked me if I was upset about the timing errors. I told them only if it took about an hour off my time. My goal was a simple one: finish. I read the next day about the last person to finish was a young man with Down’s syndrome. It took him 14 hours, but he did not quit. I am blessed by people that have every reason to quit and don’t.
I recently attended the Christmas program at our church in Aiea, “The First Leon,” performed by the children from their after school program. Early in the performance a young girl, I would guess around eight or nine sang. She had a wonderfully sweet voice, and was so articulate. I later discovered that this was her first solo. I certainly hope it is not her last. Needless to say, I was inspired.

Last week our Family Treatment Services had their Christmas Program. Included in the program was a Galatians Fashion Show, where the models wore sashes naming the various Fruit of the Spirit. Each of the women shared a short testimony of how they have learned to exhibit these various fruit in their lives. Knowing how far some of these women have come in their lives, and now hearing them speak of love, joy, peace and self control was thrilling. These women inspire me to be a better person.

We live in a cynical world. Daily headlines are depressing; the world situation seems to be getting worse by the day. There is plenty out there to bring about discouragement. However, inspiration is there as well, it is all around us. You can see it everyday. Look around and you will see simple, ordinary people doing very extraordinary things. If you look you will see people that have every reason to quit choosing not to. Watch carefully and you will see inspiration coming in simple things such as a gentle word or a kind deed.

Christmas is all about inspiration. It is about letting others know that we love and care for them. It is a time, more than any other, where our focus shifts toward others. Christmas is God modeling His love for us with the gift of a Baby in a manger, which is something He certainly did not have to do. That is the ultimate inspiration.

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

"Don't give up, don't ever give up"
--Coach Jimmy Valvano--

Good Morning,

What a weekend! This is one of those weekends that I will remember for some time.

The weekend started with bell ringing for a couple hours at Wal-Mart in Pearlridge. It always amazes me at the response people get to us at the kettles. Two women talked to me about their bell ringing days on the mainland; several thanked me for all our good work; and one University of Washington fan gave a generous donation after I greeted her and wished her luck (but not too much). It was hilarious to watch the children ‘guilt’ their parents into making a donation. Way to go, kids!

I started my first on-line kettle. Now, please understand, I have the technical ability of a broom stick, so this was no easy feat, in spite of all I heard about how simple it was. To make matters worse, the computer talks back to you…”the picture file was too large,” or “that is not accurate email address,” or, “this is a required field.” Who died and made computers in charge? Oh well, I finally got the page up and running and provided my own lead gift.’ Following (I hope) is a link to my kettle site, should you feel bad enough for this non-techy.

http://give.salvationarmyusa.org/site/TR/RedKettleCampaigns/RedKettle?px=1207922&pg=personal&fr_id=1110&s_tafId=1162

Followed by a short two hours in traffic, Sharron and I were enjoying great food at the pre-game tail-gate at Aloha Stadium. The game was incredible, probably the most exciting one I have ever attended. I must admit not being too thrilled at the end of the first quarter when we were losing 21-0. However, from that moment on we learned lessons in faith and never quitting. I leaned over to Sharron mid-way through the 3rd quarter and told her, “I’m exhausted.” All of you know the outcome, Warriors 35, Huskies 28.

Sunday we attended the services in Kahului, Maui. It was a great Sunday! There were no empty seats in the chapel. Extra chairs were brought in; however, people still had to stand at the back of the chapel. Sharron’s and my hearts were touched by the Singing Company (children’s choir), but even more so by the Hula Halau. The group danced to the song “Shout to the Lord,” sung in Hawaiian. Their movements were gracious and beautiful. However, I must admit my heart was stolen by one of the dancer in particular, Leimana. Leimana, nine years old, dances with amazing grace (no pun intended). Her smile could melt the coldest heart. The phrase, “The little children will lead them,” came to me, and I thought about how true it was, certainly at that moment. After the service I asked how long she had been dancing hula; she told me she could not remember.

Going to worship certainly is primarily about focusing on God; giving thanks and honor to Him for all He is and has done. However, it is also about allowing Him to refresh us and equip us for the coming week of service to others. I left Kahului yesterday feeling great about our God, inspired by the work of our people on Maui and ready for a new week. What else could anyone ask?

My appreciation and thanks to Lieutenants Mark and Kathy Merritt and Lieutenants Kevin and Vidella Nagasaki for their leadership on Maui. Maui No Ka ‘Oi!

I pray each of you will have a blessed week as you service God by touching the lives of others.

Blessings,
d

BEAT GEORGIA!

Good Morning

November 27, 2007

We can do no great things --only small things with great love.
-Mother Teresa-

Good Morning,

Thanksgiving with The Salvation Army is always exciting. This year, throughout the Islands The Salvation Army served almost 5,000 meals. I am not sure about you; however, when I used to think about the people who attend such dinners I thought they were all homeless. While it is true that many homeless do attend the dinner, most are coming for other reasons. I would like to share some of my experiences from our dinner at the Blaisdell Center:

• I met a family that recently immigrated to the United States, they had no idea what Thanksgiving was about, however, they loved meeting their "new family" around the table. I got a thrill watching the children marvel at all their surroundings.
• I was able to sit with a couple of senior citizens and talk story. I found out that this is one of the highlights of their year and look forward to it each year. I asked them why they enjoy attending, and they one said, "I feel like I belong here."
• One gentleman just happened to be walking past the Blaisdell, so he came in. He told me that he had recently moved to Hawaii, his family was still on the mainland. He had no where else to go.
• A woman, who had her 6 year old son with her, said that it meant so much for her to be with other people on Thanksgiving.
• An elderly gentleman called me over to his table. He handed me a dollar bill. I told him that he did not have to give anything; the meal was our gift to him. With tears in his eyes, he put the dollar into my hand and said, "thank you, Salvation Army."
• I spoke with a volunteer who said her Thanksgiving would not be the same without a day at the Blaisdell.
• One of the dignitaries for the day, when they saw the way each person was treated as an individual and the way the volunteers cared for the guests, told me, "God is here."
• A police officer told me that this one of the few opportunities he can sit with the homeless and just talk. He said, "This gives us an opportunity to show them that we care."
• The most impactful moment for me was when a woman came up, hugged me and told me that this was the first Thanksgiving since losing her husband to cancer. She tried to say thank you, but could not. My heart ached for her loss. I was humbled and honored at the same time.
  

Each dinner across the Islands has similar stories. I think we provide much more than a meal at Thanksgiving. Maybe more than anything, the dinners provide a place where people can go and know they matter.

We came close to running out of food this year at the Blaisdell Center, when we reached record numbers of over 2500 guests. However, one thing we did not run out of was care. I am so grateful for the over 1000 volunteers state-wide who demonstrated that care.

"…whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me." Matthew 25:40

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

November 23, 2008

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
--Unknown--

Good Morning,

I have always loved Thanksgiving; I think that it is my favorite holiday. It blends together all we hold precious and dear, without all the commercialism of other holidays.

It highlights the home and family. Thanksgiving is synonymous with things that can be found in the home, like early morning fussing around the kitchen, kids, grandkids, long distance phone calls, family reunions, praying around the table, and a million calories.

It is a time of quiet reflection upon the past and an annual reminder that God has, once again, been faithful. Thanksgiving is good for our roots; it deepens them and strengthens them, and gives perspective, in spite of the challenges. Knowing that God has been faithful in the past reassures us that he will be faithful tomorrow.

Thanksgiving is beneficial to the individual. People who describe themselves as feeling grateful to others and God tend to have higher vitality and more optimism, suffer less stress, and experience fewer episodes of depression than the population as a whole. Grateful people tend to be less materialistic suffer less anxiety about status or the accumulation of possessions.

Thanksgiving turns us upward. It makes us genuinely grateful to God for His mercy, His abundance, His protection, and His smile of favor. At Thanksgiving, more than any other time, we count our blessings, and we run out of time before we exhaust the list. God is good…all the time!

The Apostle Paul wrote, "… just as you received Christ Jesus as Lord, continue to live in him, rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness". Colossians 2:6-7

Wishing each of you a blessed Thanksgiving,
d

Good Morning

October 22, 2007

If you judge people, you have no time to love them.

-Mother Teresa-

Good Morning,

I visited Claire Woods, the former director of The Salvation Army Family Treatment Services, in the hospital on Friday. Her husband, Pat, the doctor and a hospital technician were with me. Claire was asleep during the visit. The doctor and technician were busy working, when I asked them, “Do you know what this lady has done for our community?” They did not. I told them about the families that are together today because of her, about people were alive today because of her, and that there was no way to measure the impact that she has had on hundreds, if not thousands, of people. I am not absolutely sure why I wanted to tell them about Claire, however, I wanted them to know that the person in front of them was very special.

I asked them if they would join Pat and me for a time of prayer. Together, we thanked God for Claire. I thanked God for the lives she had touched and influenced. I thanked God for touching me through Claire’s life.

The focus of so many in our world today is on themselves. This has been called, I believe appropriately so, as the “me” generation. People strive for their own happiness, their own needs, making sure they are happy, pleased, and gratified. It is refreshing and inspiring to know someone like Claire Woods, who swan upstream against the philosophy of today, and spent much of her life working toward the betterment of others.

Jesus stressed the importance of serving others; never more so than in his words of Matthew 25:34-40, highlighted in verse 40, “'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”

William Booth, Founder of The Salvation Army, wanted to send a message to Salvationists around the world. In those days, communication was by telegraph, and you paid for each word. Times were tough and the Army was short on money, so William Booth sent a one-word telegram. The word he sent was OTHERS.

I thank God for Claire Woods. I ask that each of you pray for her, for Pat, and their family. I ask that you pray for her health, but ask you also thank God that He gives us people like Claire who make this world a much better place.

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

October 2, 2007

Never give in! Never give in! Never, never, never, never - in nothing great or small, large or petty. Never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense.

--Winston Churchill--

Good Morning,

The words of Sir Winston Churchill inspire me. I was not alive during England’s dark days of World War II. I cannot fathom the despair that most were feeling. However, if I close my eyes and listen very intently, I can hear the words, “Never give in!”

A few years ago, I participated in a 109-mile bicycle race. At the start of the race, there was so much excitement. There were bands playing, someone yelling encouraging words over the public address system; even individual riders were giving each other pep talks. It was exciting; I was still very nervous. I did not want to fail. Seven hours later, with tired legs, an aching back and all, I crossed the finish line. There were people clapping and cheering; a band was playing; yet, I do not remember being excited. I remember being inspired, and even though I was exhausted, I felt like I was on top of the world. What was the difference? I finished.

Last month Helen Myers, from the Kauluwela Mission Corps, retired after 33 years of service to The Salvation Army. I am sure she experienced good times during the years she worked for the Army. However, there had to be times of frustration. There had to be times that she asked herself why she did not walk away. She did not quit! The impact that Helen has had on the lives of others will never be fully known. As I look at her faithful service, I think of things like creditability, honor, integrity and service. She finished. Helen inspires me.

At the end of his very difficult life, the Apostle Paul, wrote, “I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.” Paul must have been tempted to quit hundreds of times throughout his life, yet he did not. He kept going; he finished. Paul inspires me.

John Gowans and John Larsson teamed up to write hundreds of songs during their lives as Salvation Army officers. They penned some of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard; one stands at the top. Unfortunately, I cannot communicate the tune of the song, as it compliments the words beautifully. However, the words alone are moving.

If crosses come, if it should cost me dearly to be the servant of my Servant Lord;
If darkness falls around the path of duty, and men despise the Savior I’ve adored.

If doors should close then other doors will open;
The Word of God can never be contained.
His love cannot be finally frustrated, by narrow minds or prison bars restrained.

If tears should fall, if I am called to suffer, if all I love men should deface, defame,
I’ll not deny the One that I have followed, nor be ashamed to bear my Master’s name.

I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost;

I’m called to live, to love and save the lost.
I’ll not turn back, whatever it may cost;

I’m called to live, to love and save the lost!

I wish I could adequately thank those who have given measureless inspiration by finishing what God has called them to do and be; I cannot. Nevertheless, they inspire me. I can think of no higher words.

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

September 24, 2007

Success is when I add value to myself. Significance is when I add value to others.
--John Maxwell--

Good Morning,

I attend many events and do many things, so much that I often forget where I was last week, or sometimes even yesterday. I am not sure if it is a busy schedule or a sign of my age. I think, or at least like to think, it is because I am focused on where I am going next. If I am honest, it is probably a combination of all three.

As mentioned, I attend a large number of events each year. Some of them I look forward to, others, well, let us just leave it at that. Some events are known for fine food, others by the extravagant programs and some by the notable people in attendance. If you are very lucky, you will have your picture in the Mid Week magazine.

Last week, Sharron and I attended the Recovery Celebration at our Family Treatment Services facility. There was no Mid Week magazine photographer, no rich and elite, and although known chef may have not prepared the food, it was excellent. This event, of all I attend, encourages and motivates me the most.

Oliver Goldsmith once said, "Success consists of getting up just one more time than you fall." I know he never attended a Recovery Celebration; however, his words were never more appropriate. One graduate of the program spoke of her struggle with cancer, yet she "is doing so with a clean mind, and drug free." I was speechless. One graduate of our Addiction Treatment Services, now a council member of the Family Treatment Services, shared about learning the importance of giving. In her words, "addicts take; people in recovery learn to give." I was amazed.

Our new Family Treatment Services’ Hula Halau performed. The only thing that surpassed their physical beauty was their countenance. They were radiant! It was such a joy to see their smiles as they danced to celebrate their recovery and God’s faithfulness.
The evening concluded by gathering in a circle, holding hands and singing "Amazing Grace." As we sang, I wondered what the neighbors thought. I thought it was beautiful, and I knew that God was very pleased.

I want to thank Linda and her wonderful staff at Family Treatment Services. You touch my heart, but more important, you are doing great things to change lives everyday.

While driving home, my mind went to the words of the Apostle Paul, "For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord." (Ephesians 5:8-11) Never were the words more appropriate.

Sharron and I visited Claire Woods, the former Director of Family Treatment Services (FTS), in the hospital last week. The Salvation Army owes so much to this woman, whose passion and drive contributed significantly to make FTS the successful program it is today. Please keep Claire and her husband, Pat, in your thoughts and prayers.

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

August 1, 2007

Do we accuse God of not caring because we’ve already decided what His care looks like?
Major Linda Jones--

Good Morning,

Here I am sitting on the lanai at the South Park Hotel on Pohnpei taking the morning off. I must admit feeling a little guilty, thinking of the many things I could be doing back at the office. I tried to get onto Lotus Notes, however, their internet service is down so here I sit.

As I observe those around me, they seem to have an ability that is lacking in my world. They sit and talk for long periods, thoroughly engulfed in their conversations, almost oblivious to activity around them. I, on the other hand, am so easily distracted that I find it difficult to concentrate for more than a short period. Over the years, I have worked hard to learn the skill of active listening which, I must admit, is very difficult for me. As I sit and watch those around me, I am in awe of their ability to do something that takes so much work for me.

Trips out here remind me of what I can learn from others. The scripture is clear about things - it teaches us that each of us has gifts and abilities that can benefit others. I thank my Micronesian brothers for the lessons they are teaching me right now, even if they have no idea I am watching.

My trip started in Saipan where I, along with Captain Tom Taylor, visited the outpost, under the leadership of Wayne and Anne Gillespie. The Gillespies live in one side of a duplex, and conduct services in the other. The place was filled to capacity. The highlights included presenting Wayne and Anne the "Trailblazer of the Year Award" for their leadership in Saipan and witnessing the enrollment of five new Junior Soldiers by Captain Tom.

The next stop was Chuuk. For the past couple of months Captain Hermes Otis has been recovering in Honolulu from a stroke he suffered last May. However, the Army’s ministry in Chuuk continues to thrive. It was an absolute joy to see the faces of the people at the Fono Outpost when we presented them with the keyboard Lt. Colonel Donald Bell promised them on our previous trip. There was a brief disruption in the service, while they hooked up the keyboard to the car battery (there is no electricity or running water in the community). However, no one was in a hurry, so we sat, talked story and drank coconut water. Before long, the singing started again. I wish I could communicate adequately to those who have never witnessed the heartfelt singing of the Micronesians. It is a blessing beyond description.

Tomorrow I will travel to the Marshall Islands, which is where I will be able to send this letter. I am sure I will be writing about my Marshall Islands adventure on the flight home.

As I look up from my computer screen, the beauty that surrounds me is amazing. I am reminded of David’s words in Psalm 8.

"O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honor.
You made him ruler over the works of your hands; you put everything under his feet: all flocks and herds, and the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas. O LORD, our Lord, how excellent is thy name in all the earth!"

To say I am blessed is an understatement.

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

July 14, 2007

If you can dream it, you can do it.

-Walt Disney-

Good Morning,

On Saturday, Sharron and I attended the 2007 Music Camp Final Concert. It is always great fun to watch the young people perform. It is amazing how much they learn over the one week at camp. Each group comes to the stage with their varying performances, whether it be brass, ukulele, guitar, timbrel, singing or dance. However, one thing remains consistent, and that is the smile on their faces and a sense of accomplishment that each of them take home.

It was a bittersweet day, as it is the final Music Camp in Hawaii that will be planned and led by Major Clarence Orion. Uncle Clarence, as he is affectionately called by so many, has given so much over the years to not only teach music, but to help young people discover the talents that God has given them. There is no way to count the number of lives that have been influenced by Clarence. God’s Kingdom is larger, and more musical because of Clarence’s faithful service over the years. The words, Thank You, do not seem to be enough, however, we thank God for the gifts that Clarence has brought to each of us. We are better servants of God because of him. Thank you Clarence.

Yesterday Sharron and I attended the Memorial Service for Charles “Chuck” Rosnick. Here again was a man that was so unassuming. It was mentioned several times during the service that Chuck only wanted the best for those he served, especially the young people. He loved music and wanted to instill that passion in the lives of those around him. He personally purchased instruments and music and took time to teach, to encourage and to uplift. A child that had just returned from Music Camp summed up the service for me. She said she was given a shirt to wear during the Final Concert that had the word, “Ho’o kela,” meaning Aspire to Excellence. With tears in her eyes, she said, “that is what Chuck always wanted for me.” I think it appropriate that from this day on the outstanding musician award at camp will bear Chuck’s name.

I look at the role models that young people have today, and I am so often frustrated and saddened. I see NFL football players that seem to spend more time in front of judges than they do on the practice field, and I am frustrated. I see NBA players, time after time, being facing paternity suits, and I am frustrated. I see the rich and the famous only concerned about themselves and their pleasure, and I am frustrated. Then, I take a moment to look at people like Clarence and Chuck, and I am so encouraged. These men, and countless people like them, are the true role models that we need to uphold in the presence of our young people. People that care enough to say to those around them, Ho’o kela, aspire to excellence. Be the best you can be, only do not do it for yourself, do it for God.

For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness; and to goodness, knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control; and to self-control, perseverance; and to perseverance, godliness; and to godliness, brotherly kindness; and to brotherly kindness, love. For if you possess these qualities in increasing measure, they will keep you from being ineffective and unproductive in your knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ. 2 Peter 1:5-9

Blessings,
d

Significance

May 28, 2007

We make a living by what we get; we make a life by what we give.

-Winston Churchill -

Good Morning,

Over the past couple of weeks, I participated in two retirements. Funny, the older I get the more people I know who are retiring. I am sure that has nothing to do with my age.

The first retirement was an officer couple who have played an important role in my life. They were my corps officers when I was growing up in Portland, Oregon. They spent hours in the car picking me up and taking me home on Sundays for church and mid-week for Corps Cadets. On numerous occasions, they invited me into their home. They were there for my mother and me when my stepfather unexpectedly passed away. Other than camp, they were my first employers. He taught me how to play the guitar. They were corps officers over 40 years.

The second retirement was our own Jan Young’s retirement as chaplain from Family Treatment Services. It was so moving to see woman after woman come up to Jan thanking her for the positive influence and confidence Jan instilled in them. One of the women told Jan that without her influence she doubted that she would be alive. The highlight of the service was when several women sang the Ray Boltz song, Thank You. Some of the words include:

I dreamed I went to heaven and you were there with me
We walked upon the streets of gold beside the crystal sea
We heard the angels singing then someone called your name
You turned and saw this young man and he was smiling as he came
And he said friend you may not know me now, and then he said but waitYou used to teach my Sunday School when I was only eight
And every week you would say a prayer before the class would start
And one day when you said that prayer I asked Jesus in my heart
One by one they came far as the eyes could see
Each life somehow touched by your generosity
Little things that you had done, sacrifices made
Unnoticed on the earth, in heaven now proclaimed
And I know that up in heaven You’re not supposed to cry
But I am almost sure there were tears in your eyes
As Jesus took your hand and you stood before the Lord
He said, my child look around you for great is your reward
Thank you for giving to the Lord, I am a life that was changed
Thank you for giving to the Lord, I am so glad you gave.

We live in a world that is driven by success. We are taught from childhood to pursue possessions, positions of power; we are not only to keep up with the Jones’, we are to surpass them. The success driven life is a self-centered life.

It is so refreshing for me to see two examples of people that the world may question their success. However, no one can question their significance. They have lived their lives for the benefit of others, and others are better because of their influence. In the end, comparing success verses significance, it is not even a contest: significance wins easily.

On a separate, yet like note, I was just informed that a one of the young people that was served by our Family Intervention Services program, Keanalu Chartrand, has been selected to receive the 2007 Spirit of Youth Award to be presented on June 11th in Washington D.C. The Spirit of Youth award is given annually by the Coalition for Juvenile Justice to recognize a young adult who has made great strides through involvement with the juvenile justice system, has overcome personal obstacles, and is today making significant contributions to society. Nalu will be traveling to Washington D.C. with Mr. Wally Lau, Chairperson of the Hawaii State Juvenile Justice Advisory Council, to receive this prestigious award.

My unending thanks go to Pauline and the wonderful Family Intervention Services staff for their excellent work and their lives of significance.

Blessings,
d

What Can a Guy Learn at Women's Camp?

Your days at most cannot be very long. So use them to the best

of your ability for the glory of God and the benefit of your generation.
-William Booth-

Good Morning,

What can a man learn during a worship service at Women’s Ministries Camp? A couple of weeks ago I attended the Sunday morning worship at Camp Homelani. I must admit I felt outnumbered, but also a little pampered and special. Two very special lessons were reinforced in me during the service.

The first lesson came during a worshipful dance by women from Lahaina. Their expressions were no less than radiant and joy exuded joy. I was enjoying the dance, when my wife leaned over and told me that all the women in the group, save one, was homeless. That is when I became transfixed on their smiles. They were happy. I thought, as I watched, about the situations they must face every day of their lives. They deal with struggles and frustrations that I can never understand. Yet, as I watched, I saw none of this.

I have a t-shirt that I work out in that reads, “He who dies with the most toys, still dies.” While that is certainly true, we live in a culture that may not believe you can take it with you, but money, possessions, position, etc, all have a great bearing on the value place upon a person. We pay attention to the important and ignore the one we deem less important. Certainly the one who possesses more is happier and more content than those who have little or none. Not only is that statement untrue, it demonstrates total ignorance.

Reach into your pocket. Do you have any money at all? If so, you are richer than most people in the world are. Most people in the world have nothing. The author of the Book of James simply wrote, “Has not God chosen those who are poor in the eyes of the world to be rich in faith and to inherit the kingdom he promised those who love him?” James 2:5

As I watched the women of Lahaina dance, they ministered to me. They touched my heart, they taught me a very important lesson, the value, and significance of a person has little or nothing to do with what they possess, but everything to do with to whom they belong.

The second lesson came in the form of a person, Lorie. None of us are guaranteed tomorrow, however, we are secure enough in our health that we make the assumption tomorrow will always be there. Not so for Lorie. She is dealing with significant health issues that most of us cannot comprehend. One would think that a person dealing with such issues would be negative; they would be asking, “Why me?” Not so for Lorie.

Lorie’s testimony was about live, hope, and the faithfulness of God. She lives each day encouraging others through the gift of poetry. As you read her poems, you read nothing of dark days or the brutal unfairness of life. You read things like:

Always by your side
You need to realize
When you’re feeling lonely
He is there for you only.

Holding you close
Loving you most
When you’re empty inside
He looks at you with pride.

Because he sees it all
And it’s him that you call
You could have given up
But you did not
So…

Cheer up the Lord loves you a lot.

© 2007 Lorie A. Yocum

I sat and listened to Lorie, and was in awe of her faith. You see, faith to Lorie is not a theological term or some topic contained in a sermon; faith is the essence of life. The lesson Lorie taught me, and teaches me every day that I see her is, faith is taking one more step when all that is within me cries out in fear and trusting in our Father’s love.

What can a man learn at Women’s ministry camp? Well, I must admit, this man learned a lot.

Blessings,
d

Who Would Have Known?

Whatever you are, be a good one.
-Abraham Lincoln-

Of all people in the scriptures, I identify with King David the most. I love the story of his life, his humanity, failings, struggles and, ultimately, his life of significance. I think that David often struggled with his place in life. He certainly did not feel adequate. In 1 Chronicles 17:16, he prays, “Who am I, O LORD God, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?”
Within a very brief period, David went from sitting on a hill watching his father’s sheep to King of Israel. He must have thought many times, “What am I doing here?” “Lord, why me; why not someone else?”

Think about it, in a very short period of time David went from:

• Throwing rocks at predators using the sling to kill Goliath
• Being led by his sheep in the pasture to leading God’s army in war
• Visiting with fellow shepherds on hillsides to eating with foreign kings at elegant banquet tables
• Wearing shepherds robes to being adored with kingly arraignment
• Being bossed around by his brothers to being ruler of Israel

I imagine if we were sitting next to someone who knew David as a boy, they may have said to us, “Who in the world would have known?”

John Newton was the son of a merchant ship commander. His mother died just before his seventh birthday, He took her death very hard. At age 11, he went to sea with his father and made six voyages with him. Later, he was forced into military service. He deserted, but was captured and publicly flogged and demoted. Finally, at his request, Newton was assigned to a slave ship, which took him to the coast of Sierra Leone.

Newton ultimately became captain of his own slave ship, where he gained a terrible reputation. It was reported that at times he was so wretched that even his crew regarded him as little more than an animal. Once he fell overboard and his ship's crew refused to drop a boat to him. Instead, they threw a harpoon at him, with which they dragged him back into the ship. However, God intervened in Newton's life and got his attention through a violent storm. The gale was so severe that all the livestock were washed overboard. The crew tied themselves to the ship to keep from being swept overboard. As he was attempting to steer the ship through the violent storm, he experienced what he was to refer to later as his "great deliverance." He recorded in his journal that when all seemed lost and the ship would surely sink, he exclaimed, "Lord, have mercy upon us." Later in his cabin, he reflected on what he had said and began to believe that God had addressed him through the storm and that grace had begun to work for him. For the rest of his life he observed the anniversary of that day as the day of his conversion, a day of humiliation in which he subjected his will to a higher power.

He decided to become a minister and after first denied, was finally ordained. He drew large congregations and influenced many, among them William Wilberforce, who would one day become a leader in the campaign for the abolition of slavery. Newton continued to preach until the last year of life, although he was blind by that time. At 82, shortly before he died he said, "My memory is nearly gone, but I remember two things, that I am a great sinner, and that Christ is a great Savior."

Newton often quoted 1 Chronicles 17:16, “Who am I, O LORD God, and what is my family, that you have brought me this far?”

We know John’s testimony in the words he wrote,
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now I’m found; was blind, but now I see.”
Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come;
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home.

Anyone who would have known John in his youth would have said, “Who would have known?”

In Matthew 4:18-20 we find the account of Jesus calling Simon (later Peter) and Andrew to follow him. “As Jesus was walking beside the Sea of Galilee, he saw two brothers, Simon called Peter and his brother Andrew. They were casting a net into the lake, for they were fishermen. "Come, follow me," Jesus said, "and I will make you fishers of men." At once, they left their nets and followed him."

Sometimes I wonder what the observers were thinking when Jesus called Peter to be one of his core group of followers. If we were there, I am sure that we would have heard things such as, “Why him?” “He is choosing that loudmouth?” Peter may have been asking himself the same questions. However, this same impetuous, loudmouth fisherman went on to be one of the cornerstones of the church. I am sure that many later on said to themselves, “who would have known.”

You see, it is the same for all of us. According to I Corinthians, “God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things-and the things that are not-to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him.”

God see things differently than we do. We see the here and now. We see limitations. We see the shortcomings in others and ourselves. God sees how things can be and what a person will become if they allow His grace to do its work.

I fear the thought of what my life would have become if not for God’s intervention. I am sure that is true of many of you as well. I wonder how many people are looking at us today and saying to themselves, “Who would have known."
Blessings,
d

Good Morning

March 13, 2007

Good Morning,

Children are likely to live up to what you believe of them.

Lady Bird Johnson

It was a thrill to be at Camp Homelani this past weekend for Youth Councils. The older I get the more encouraging it is for me to be around young people. I am not sure about you, but I believe the media today gives an incorrect view of today’s youth. It describes them as self-serving, self-indulging and self-pleasing. Actually, I think that more accurately describes my generation than this one. I watched the young people during the weekend and I saw that they cared for each other; they were encouraging and very interested in finding ways to reach out to others.

I have attended many youth weekends over the years. There has been a significant change in recent years, moving from entertainment based to service and ministry based. The delegates seem to have a more intense desire to doing something of meaning rather than to sit back and be entertained. I was blessed by the young people, but must also admit they challenged me as well.

Saturday afternoon the delegates split into eight groups and left camp to find ways to serve others in practical ministry. The groups did things such as washing car windows at gas stations, walked down the main street in Haleiwa asking people if they could pray for them, went to parks and played games with local children, while finding ways to encourage and serve them. I do not see me being nearly as bold as these young people were in sharing their faith and serving others. It was an encouragement to me.

Another highlight for me was the Saturday night prayer stations. Several prayer stations were set up around the dining room, where the delegates would move to each, praying for specific needs of the world. I watched intently as the young people moved from station to station sincerely praying. I saw some praying by themselves, while others joined into groups of two or three praying for things such as world missions, their corps leaders, relationships and God’s plan for their lives. Again, it was a very different picture than the world paints of these fine people.

My sincere thanks go to our divisional youth leaders Captains Neil and Rubina Navarro. The Navarros, being from Hawaii, have a very special relationship with the young people. Many young people see them as role models. In a world that has all too many poor role models, it is a joy to watch a couple that young people should emulate.

Our young people and youth leaders certainly followed Paul’s instructions when he told his student Timothy, “Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity.” 1 Timothy 4:12

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

February 25, 2007

Good Morning,

You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus

-Mark Twain

Sharron and I are completing a visit through Micronesia with the Chief Secretary and Territorial Secretary for Women’s Ministries, Lt. Colonels Don and Debi Bell. Prior to the trip, I told the Chief that each visit into this part of the world was an adventure and where life-long memories are built. This trip is certainly no exception.

On Sunday, February 18, we had the privilege of officially opening The Salvation Army in Saipan. When General William Booth passed away in 1912, The Salvation Army was in 56 countries; with the opening of Saipan that total is now 112. Over 80 people gathered in the home of Ministry Leaders Wayne and Annie Gillespie to celebrate the day. Six Junior Soldiers and 10 Adherents were enrolled and Colonel Bell presented the Army flag to the Gillespies. The next day we had lunch with the newly formed Advisory Council. Everyone is excited about the future for the Army. Wayne and Annie were so proud and thrilled to have their vision come true and bring the Army to their home.

The next stop was Chuuk. The Chuuk corps lost its corps building over a year ago. Since that time, the ministry has over doubled. I sometimes think that our buildings do more to limit our success that anything else. Captains Otis conduct meetings in their home and throughout the islands at sites they refer to as “prospective outpost;” we had the joy of visiting two of those sites.

We traveled by car into the hills on a very narrow road (I use the term loosely) to visit the one prospective outpost. At times, I was not sure we would make it; and that doubt increased when Captain Otis’ 4-wheel drive vehicle was stuck for a brief time (Sharron, Major Saunders and I were in a small rented car). However, by walking the last part of the way, we finally arrived in Witchap Nikitui Iotek, a small community of people with no running water or electricity. The people live very simple lives but are full of joy and contentment. In the center of the community is a small building that is used for a number of occasions; one of which is for the prospective outpost. We were welcomed with gifts, coconut water as we shared together in praise and song. It was a joyous time. Major Saunders commented to me, as we were leaving, about how we get caught up into so many things that do not really matter, and seeing these people’s simple faith had just taught him a number of lessons.

We traveled about 45 minutes by boat to our next stop, Fonoton. After about 15 minutes on the boat, we gave up on the idea of trying to keep dry. So, soaked to the bone we walked about 10 minutes from the boat dock to the village. It was moving beyond words to be greeted with singing of the children. The children’s voices were tremendous and they sang with all their hearts. Again, we were presented gifts and coconut water. It is an understatement to say God blessed us. Time to leave came all too soon.

On Saturday, following a day of travel to the Marshall Islands, we were once again on a boat for a two hour trip to the Island of Arno. About 50 people from Majuro, Ebeye and Jaluit accompanied us. The ocean did not fully cooperate, and many people arrived a little sick but still excited about the day’s events. I think everyone on the island was at the opening of the outpost. There were more people outside the building than could fit inside. Others did the best they could by looking in through the windows or listening from under nearby trees. The building, made entirely from local materials was beautiful. What a joy it was to meet Overton Clarence’s brother, who welcomed the Army to their island. For those of you who may not know, it was at Overton’s persistent writings that brought the Army to the Marshall Islands 21 years ago. And now, the Army is on the Island of his birth.

Sunday brought wonderful times of worship at the Rita and Laura Corps. Fifteen Senior Soldiers were enrolled and three babies dedicated (including Overton, the great-grandson of Overton Clarence) in Rita on Sunday morning.

The time for us to travel home to Honolulu has come all too quickly. So many treasured memories have been added to our lives, a few of which I have shared with you. People in Micronesia are always so gracious in their welcome; however, Sharron and I are the ones truly blessed. The people teach us things by the simplicity of their lives and their capacity to enjoy every moment of life; I should be so wise.

So, I return to Honolulu a little wiser and a lot more blessed.

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

February 7, 2007

Good Morning,

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen

nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
Helen Keller

I remember my Commissioning Day as a Salvation Army officer so well. I walked across the stage and received my first appointment from the Territorial Commander. It was exciting to have people introducing themselves and telling me all about my “new corps.” I began to plan what I would do during my first days and weeks after my arrival to the appointment. Simply speaking, Renton, Washington, would never be the same! Those were optimistic days.

As I look back, I did not have the impact on Renton, or for that matter, any other subsequent appointment that I dreamt of having during those “early days.” I am not sure that I had a significant community impact during any of my appointments. However, that does not mean I have not been successful. In reality, I may have been far more successful than I will ever know. One thing that I have learned over the years is that God measures success far differently than us.

In the corps, we often measure how successful we are by nickels and noses. We gauge our success by the size of our budgets or how many people attend our Sunday worship services. I am not saying those things do not matter, they do. However, I think God’s definition of success is far different from ours, and much more difficult to evaluate.

I am far wiser today than I was 31 years ago on that commissioning day (I was naïve). I have learned a few things about godly success.

· It is not all about me. God calls me to love and to serve others. To do that means that sometimes I may have to give up some things and may have to do other things that I would rather not. Ministry opportunities do not always come between the hours of 9 to 5 Monday through Friday, or on Sunday mornings. God provides many opportunities to impact lives (at very inconvenient times) that if missed, are never to return.

· The Army is much bigger than my appointment. I need to look beyond my corps, program or divisional boundaries and work to influence His Kingdom. God does not see our artificial boundaries. He sees the hearts of men and women who need Him, and my responsibility is to do whatever I can to bring people to Him, whether or not I will ever see the results or receive any recognition.

· Pain is temporary; quitting is forever. There are many times, due to discouragement, I have been temped to quit. Opportunities for worldly success may come my way, trying to entice me to forsake my call. It would be easy at those times to walk away, to quit. I am so grateful that Jesus never quit on His way to the cross or in His efforts to save me. I think that all of us want to have an impact, to make a difference in other people. However, I think, first God has to build the pastor or leader within us, before He can accomplish anything significant through us. Those times of building are often difficult and quite painful. Quitting will shortchange us and the people that we would have served.

· Life is not fair; if it was I would drive a Lexus. I cannot go through life looking for fairness or trying to make sure that I get my way. The Lord tells me to follow Him and adhere to the guidance of those He has placed over me in leadership. Always looking to be treated fairly and to make sure that I get my “fair share” will only lead to resentment on my part and, ultimately, in the end, bitterness.

· Live as if there are no future appointments; learn the art of “being there.” People who are always looking for the next “step up the ladder” miss the joy of true ministry, and I believe will end up disappointed and embittered. God has appointed each of us to where are today. King David said, “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me.” One of the names of Jesus is Emmanuel or God with us. Jesus promised to never to leave or forsake me. You see, presence gives great assurance. Presence is a grantor of courage. I need to work hard, reach out to others, give of myself daily, and let my tomorrows take care of themselves (Matthew 6:34).

These are just a few thoughts that come to mind. However, I guess we all need to learn the lessons ourselves. The walk of faith is a great adventure. Best of all, God is far from finished with me. I am still under construction, as was the Apostle Paul, who wrote:

Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me…one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Phil 3:12-14

Blessings,
d

God's Ornament

Good Morning,

Sharron and I may not have the most beautiful Christmas tree; however, it is very special to us. You see, most of the ornaments either were made by our children or have some other very special meaning. We see our family when we look at our tree.

If God had a Christmas tree, I wonder what it would look like.

Mother Teresa saw suffering and poverty outside the convent walls made such a deep impression on her that she received permission from her superiors to leave the convent school and devote herself to working among the poorest of the poor in the slums of Calcutta. Although she had no funds, she depended on God, and started an open-air school for slum children. Soon voluntary helpers joined her, and financial support was forthcoming.

The Society of Missionaries has spread all over the world. They provide effective help to the poorest of the poor in Asia, Africa, and Latin America, and they undertake relief work in the wake of natural catastrophes such as floods, epidemics, and famine, and for refugees. The order also has houses in North America, Europe and Australia, where they take care of the shut-ins, alcoholics, homeless, and AIDS sufferers.

Jesus said, “Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16) If God had a Christmas tree, I think Mother Teresa would an ornament.

Joni Erickson was paralyzed from the neck down after a diving accident in 1967 that changed her life forever. Just before her accident at a camp, she prayed, "Lord if you're really there, do something in my life to change me, I'm begging you…” Following the accident, she battled severe depression. She found comfort in reading the words of the Prophet Jeremiah, "Mere Christianity" by C.S Lewis and works by Francis Schaeffer. She sought to glorify God immersing herself in God's Word and claiming his promises.

In 1974, she appeared on Barbara Walter's "Today Show" in New York. She spoke about her new life of suffering to millions of people. This opened doors all over the country to speak to those with a disability. Joni and Friends Ministry was born…and most of you know the impact Joni has had.

Paul said, “All the things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. Compared to the high privilege of knowing Christ Jesus as my Master, firsthand, everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant. I’ve dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ and be embraced by him. (Philippians 3:7-9) If God had a Christmas tree, I think Joni would an ornament.

On December 28, 1944, after ten months of incarceration in concentration camps, Corrie Ten Boom was free. She had lost her father and beloved sister at a Nazi death camp. Gaunt, filthy, and weak, Corrie made her way to the railway station and boarded a train for a three-day journey home to Holland. She later found out that an order had been given at the end of that very week to kill all women her age and older. An error in prison paperwork was the catalyst God used to release her.

In 1947, after speaking at a church in Munich, she saw a balding heavy-set man in a gray overcoat, a brown felt hat clutched between his hands. People were filing out of the basement room where she had just spoken. One moment she saw the overcoat and the brown hat; the next, a blue uniform and a visored cap with its skull and crossbones. It came back with a rush: the huge room with its harsh overhead lights, the pathetic pile of dresses and shoes in the center of the floor, the shame of walking naked past this man. She could see her sister's frail form ahead of her, ribs sharp beneath the parchment skin.

She and her sister, Betsie, had been arrested for concealing Jews in their home during the Nazi occupation of Holland; this man had been a guard at Ravensbruck concentration camp where they were sent. ... "You mentioned Ravensbruck in your talk," he was saying. "I was a guard in there. Since that time," he went on, "I have become a Christian. I know that God has forgiven me for the cruel things I did there, but I would like to hear it from your lips as well. Fraulein, ..." his hand came out, ... "will you forgive me?"

She stood there — she could not. Betsie had died in that place — could he erase her slow terrible death simply for the asking? It could not have been many seconds that he stood there, hand held out, but to her it seemed hours as she wrestled with the most difficult thing she had ever had to do.

She had to do it — she knew that. The message that God forgives has a prior condition: that we forgive those who have injured us. "If you do not forgive men their trespasses," Jesus says, "neither will your Father in heaven forgive your trespasses.”...

She stood there with the coldness clutching my heart. Forgiveness is not an emotion. Forgiveness is an act of the will, and the will can function regardless of the temperature of the heart. "Jesus, help me!" she prayed silently. "I can lift my hand, I can do that much. You supply the feeling."

Mechanically, she thrust my hand into the one stretched out. As she did, an incredible thing took place. The current started in her shoulder, raced down her arm, sprang into their joined hands. Healing warmth seemed to flood her whole being, bringing tears to her eyes.

"I forgive you, brother!" I cried, "With all my heart!" For a long moment they grasped each other's hands, the former guard and the former prisoner. She stated later that had never known God's love so intensely as she did then.

Romans 15:7 says, “Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.” If God had a Christmas tree, I think Corrie ten Boom would an ornament.

We all have our own stories…God’s mercies; times he has shown his grace…and given His grace to others through us.

As I travel throughout the Hawaiian and Pacific Islands I see, first hand, the good work that our people do in His Name though His Army. I see our employees and volunteers giving of themselves to restore hope to others. In doing so, we are fulfilling God’s purpose for each of our lives.

Ephesians 1:3-6 says, “Long before he laid down earth’s foundation, he had us in mind, had settled on us as the focus of his love, to be made whole and holy by his love. Long, long ago he decided to adopt us into his family through Jesus Christ. What pleasure he took in planning this!”

If God had a Christmas tree, I think each of you would be an ornament.

Merry Christmas.

Good Morning

November 30, 2006

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a man is tested.
-Abraham Lincoln-

Good Morning,

I recently read the book, Pour Your Heart Into It, by Howard Schultz, the Chairman and CEO of Starbucks. The book tells the history of Starbucks from a little store that sold whole bean coffee to the worldwide corporation all of us know today. The book tells the store of a crisis that hit the company in the 90’s due to a frost in Brazil. Although Starbucks did not purchase any of their coffee from Brazil, as Brazil produces about one quarter of the world's coffee supply, the serious shortfall in coffee production there sent prices up around the world. Starbucks faces some critical decisions. Should they raise prices? As their prices were already above their competitors, this was not a good option. They thought of another option. They could save millions of dollars every year if they bought a slightly cheaper coffee. Starbucks spends more money per pound of coffee than almost any company in the world does, even though fewer than 10 percent of their customers can tell the difference.

If you can raise profits by shaving costs on your main product and 90 percent of your customers would not even notice, why not just do it?

Because, according to Schultz, Starbucks can tell the difference. Inside Starbucks, they know what great coffee tastes like. Authenticity is one of their core values; it is a part of who they are. If they compromise who they are to achieve higher profits, what have they achieved? Eventually all of their customers would figure out that they had sacrificed their quality, and they would no longer have a reason to walk the extra block for Starbucks.

Schultz goes on to say that long before that happened, the Starbucks employees would have realized that, too. What, then, would keep them coming into work every day? Yes, they could have higher profits, but the result would be poorer quality of coffee? The best people would leave. Morale would fall. The mistake would eventually catch up with them.

Starbucks was not willing to compromise its core value, even in the face of significant financial challenges. Why, because it when again who they are and what they stand for. What about us? Paul, in his letter to the Church at Philippi talked about this very issue when he wrote the following.

“The very credentials these people are waving around as something special, I’m tearing up and throwing out with the trash – along with everything else I used to take credit for. And why? Because of Christ. Yes, all the things I once thought were so important are gone from my life. Compared to the high privilege of knowing Christ Jesus as my Master, firsthand, everything I once thought I had going for me is insignificant – dog dung. I’ve dumped it all in the trash so that I could embrace Christ and be embraced by him. I didn’t want some petty, inferior brand of righteousness that come from keeping a list of rules when I could get the robust kind that comes from trusting Christ – God’s righteousness.

I gave up all that inferior stuff so I could know Christ personally, experience his resurrection power…”

One of the core values of The Salvation Army is compassion. From the early days, compassion has been at the center of everything the Army stands for, whether it is serving the lost or in our everyday business dealings. William Booth stated, “Go for souls, and go for the worst,” even a recent national advertising campaign was, “The Army of Compassion.”

Compassion is not something we stand for; it is something that we are. Every relationship, every encounter and dealing we have with others should be seasoned by compassion.

Albert Orsborn, former General of The Salvation Army, obviously understood the importance of this key value for the Army when he penned the words to the following song.

The Savior of men came to seek and to save
The souls who were lost to the good;
His Spirit was moved for the world which he loved
With the boundless compassion of God.
And still there are fields where the laborers are few,
And still there are souls without bread,
And still eyes that weep where the darkness is deep,
And still straying sheep to be led.

Chorus
Except I am moved with compassion, How dwelleth thy Spirit in me?
In word and in deed, burning love is my need; I know I can find this in thee.

O is not the Christ 'midst the crowd of today
Whose questioning cries do not cease?
And will he not show to the hearts that would know
The things that belong to their peace?
But how shall they hear if the preacher forbear
Or lack in compassionate zeal?
Or how shall hearts move with the Master's own love,
Without his anointing and seal?

My prayer is that we will be as intentional on keeping compassion as our core value as Starbucks is about quality of their coffee.

Blessings,
d

Good Morning

November 29, 2006

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched,
but just felt in the heart.
Helen Keller

Good Morning,

Last Thursday we had our Annual Thanksgiving Dinner at the Blaisdell Center. What a great event. The day was highlighted by having 2,180 guests join us for dinner. The entertainment included Henry Kapono, several of our own music groups and Mayor Mufi Hannemann. Yes, that is correct, Mayor Hannemann, and he did a wonderful job.

Wearing the uniform during such functions is like a magnet. I lost count of the number of people who came up to me during the dinner. Every person had the same message, “Thank you so much for being here, you’ve made my day.” Oh, they said it in varying ways, but they all were so thankful. One of Mayor Hannemann’s staff commented about the large number of Senior Citizens at the dinner. We talked about the importance of having a place for our seniors to go on memory filled holidays. Positive family memories can bring an incredible sense of loneliness during this time of year to those who have lost husbands, wives and other family members. It was encouraging to see smiles on so many faces.

On Friday evening, we participated in the Waikiki Christmas Parade. While I am the first to admit that our float posed no danger to any desired award, I was humbled by the reception we received throughout the entire parade. As we moved down Kalakaua Avenue, people would shout out, “Thank you for being there,” or “Keep up the good work.” One woman yelled to me, “Thank you for yesterday.” I yelled back and asked if she was there, she said, “no, but I heard about it.”

As we drove home from the parade Jesus’ words came to me, “Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” (Matthew 5:16) While encouraging me, the words were also a challenge. I am reminded that the reason we do all that we do is not to make The Salvation Army look good, but that people will praise our Father in heaven.

After going to an exciting University of Hawaii football game on Saturday, we struggled out of bed Sunday morning, hoarse voices and all, to make an early flight to Kauai and drove to Hanapepe for their Worship Service. However, once there we were immediately energized. Lieutenants Larry and Joy Groenleer are doing a great job and are such a blessing to be around. The corps was filled not only with people, but also with enthusiasm and excitement about the things God is doing. After the worship service, we shared in a “potluck” lunch with the people. Another lesson I have learned in my time here is that I do not think it possible to have a Salvation Army event in Hawaii without eating. The food was good, the fellowship was great, and we left filled in every way.

New York Yankee, Lou Gehrig, at his retirement speech said, “Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the earth.” I know that it may sound trite, however, when Sharron and I see the way God uses The Salvation Army here in the Pacific Islands to blessings and serve people, and, have the opportunity to serve along side so many employees, officers and volunteers that are so mission focused, I do not think Lou Gehrig had anything on us.

“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel…” Philippians 1:3-5

Blessings,
d

Invisible Heroes

I loved the Green Bay Packers as a kid. I grew up watching Bart Starr, Carroll Dale, Elijah Pitts, and Ray Nitschke, under the leadership of Hall of Fame Coach Vince Lombardi. Each time I played street football, I was either Bart Starr throwing “the bomb” or Carroll Dale receiving. I would not miss a game.

We all have heroes, people we admire, look up to and want to be like.

We have heroes we remember from our past. John Glenn’s flight in the Mercury 6, Friendship 7 excited the world, as he circled the earth. I remember watching on a small black and white TV while I was in 2nd grade. He inspired a nation.

We have spiritual heroes like Martin Luther, John Wesley, and William and Catherine Booth, who have influenced millions. Their work stands on its own.

When we think of heroes we think of traits like smart, strong, visionary, decisive, clear thinking, bold and daring; heroes like Winston Churchill, who in the midst of World War II, Great Britain under constant bombardment, and virtually standing alone against the Third Reich said:

“Do not let us speak of darker days; let us speak rather of sterner days. These are not dark days; these are great days—the greatest days our country has ever lived; and we must all thank God that we have been allowed, each of us according to our stations, to play a part in making these days memorable in the history of our race.”

I listen to such words and say, “Now there is a great hero!

In the honor of our heroes, we erect statues, write books, sing songs, and wish we had more people like them. Heroes!

However, I believe there are many more heroes, most go unnoticed: no statues, no books, and no songs. These people go through life doing seemingly insignificant things, yet drastically affecting others. Their traits include such things as care, love, investment of time in others, belief and faithfulness; they are Invisible Heroes.

Scripture is filled with hundreds of examples of such heroes. One example comes in the most unlikely place, by a very unlikely person.

By faith the prostitute Rahab, because she welcomed the spies, was not killed with those who were disobedient. Hebrews 11:31


This story shows that God will use anybody. This woman worked as a prostitute in Jericho as the Israelites approached the city. Although the Hebrew spies needed someone to help them scope out the best approach to conquering the city, there seemed little logical reason why Rahab should have been considered for the role: 1) She occupied no position and held no official title in the city; 2) The Israelites looked upon women as lower class citizens. 3) As a prostitute, she held an even lower social rank than the average woman did.

However, because being a hero depends less on titles than it does influence, God chose Rahab. She helped the spies by her quick wisdom, gutsy style, and clever plan. By doing so, she saved not only her own life, but aided in accomplishing the purposes of God in Jericho. The name “Rahab” even occupies an honored place in the Hall of Faith (Hebrews 11).

The Apostle Paul had heroes. During his final days of his life, he felt abandoned. His “so called” friends had left. Only Luke was with him while he was writing his final letter to Timothy, which closes with:

Do your best to come to me…Only Luke is with me. Get Mark and bring him with you, because he is helpful to me in my ministry. 2 Timothy 4:9-12

Paul needed those three men with him. He knew what was coming his way, and he could accept that, but the thought of being alone during those dark days were unbearable.

I moved to Portland, Oregon, with my mother and stepfather, Pat, when I was eleven. My mother never learned to drive and Pat was not interested in driving us to church. Therefore, my mother called the large corps that was fairly close to our house and asked if anyone could pick us up on Sundays, she was politely told no.

There was another corps on the other side of town. She called, even though the corps was a long way from our home. Without hesitation, the officer, a single lieutenant, said yes. And, over the next four years, he drove across town two times each Sunday, plus numerous times during the week to pick us up. He never knew that young boy would someday be an officer or the Divisional Commander in Hawaii; he was only serving a little old woman and her young son.

The funny thing is if you ask him about his accomplishment of life, he may not even think about those days in Portland. He was just doing his job, what God called him to do.

I am not sure what kind of accolades Major Ron Bawden will receive during his retirement service next year, but Lieutenant Ron Bawden was, and still is, a hero of mine. I would not be here today without him.

You have the opportunity to touch the lives of people every day. You go through the day, without pomp and circumstance, doing things the world never sees, and they are often deemed insignificant. However, to the person touched, and to God, the things are very significant.

We live in a day when corporate greed and corrupt leadership makes headline news. Abuses by those in spiritual leadership and people using God’s name to promote their own political agendas have soured many on the claims of the Gospel. I cannot think of another time in history when we were more in need of heroes.

Ray Boltz, in his song “Thank You,” simply put it:

One by one they came Far as the eye could see.
Each life somehow touched By your generosity.
Little things that you had done, Sacrifices made,
Invisible on the earth In heaven, now proclaimed.
Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am a life that was changed.
Thank you for giving to the Lord. I am so glad you gave.

Good Morning

October 23, 2006

If I had my life to live over...I'd dare to make more mistakes next time.-Nadine Stair
Good Morning,

Those of you that attended our Partners in Service Luncheon last year had the opportunity to hear Major John R. Jones talk about the Army’s emergency disaster work around the hurricanes last year. During his message, Major Jones said that hurricanes, floods, earthquakes are often referred to as “Acts of God.” He went on to say that, he did not believe that was the case. Natural disasters are just that, natural; they happen because it is part of nature. The “Acts of God,” are the things that the people of God do following “acts of nature” or humans that destroy and unsettle lives. I love that comment, I agree wholeheartedly with Major Jones.

Last week we experienced an act of nature that unsettled all of us. Many of us were at the Ala Moana Hotel with the Divisional Women’s Ministries Conference when the earthquake occurred. Many of us spent the morning bringing our senior women and their luggage down 15+ floors via dark stairwells. Others were talking to the women, as well as other hotel guests, giving them assurance that everything would be all right. While all this was happening, Major Jonnette Mulch was leading a wonderful time of praise and worship. It was interesting to move around the hotel to see the stress on peoples faces, then go into the worship service and sense the calm assurance that God was in control. At one point during a testimony time, a man thanked the women for the calming confidence they were sharing with others. He also thanked them for making food available to others; Acts of God.

We heard the airport was open, and decided the best thing was to get the women from the neighbor islands home. We arrived at the airport, saw thousands of stranded people standing outside the inter-island terminal, and decided we had to do something. I wish I could say everything went smoothly, yet, there were challenges, including no electricity, overtaxed cell phone lines, people coming up asking for directions (I guess it is the uniform), getting permission from airport security, on and on. However, thanks to Major George Beauchamp at the ARC, the Leeward and Kauluwela Corps, Revolution Hawaii, the women from the neighbor island corps and the Waioli Tea Room, we were able to serve over 3,000 people with food and water; Acts of God.

I would like to share one of the letters we received from stranded travelers:

Dear Salvation Army, We would like to thank you for all you did for us while stranded at the Honolulu airport after the earthquake. We were really feeling anxious and hopeless when your volunteers appeared with heart felt smiles and much needed food. I don't think were could of lasted much longer without food. There were many older people and children that had been in line outside for 8 hours with only a small amount of liquids every hour. We did not get out until 12:30am and if not for your organization we would of not found the strength to last the 13 hours at the airport. Thank you again and may God continue to bless you.

I received a special blessing while we were waiting for the food to arrive. The neighbor island women decided to have a praise meeting outside the airport. As they started to sing people went over to see what was happening. Within a few minutes, hundreds of people were standing and singing. You could feel the sense of calm coming over the people that moments before were anxious. Situations had not changed, but there was the gentle reminder that God was still in control and everything was going to be all right; Acts of God.

"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?' "The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” (Matthew 25:37-40) Acts of God

Over a week has gone by and all of us have returned to our lives and the busyness that life brings. I do hope and pray that our reminder of last week will stay with us awhile, and that we will remember, no matter what happens, God is in control and we are in very good hands.

Blessings,
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