I am a Miracle!

Though I operate in faith, there are those moments when the anticipation of a report or a decision my cause some anxiety.

Such was the case yesterday! A six-month catscan was scheduled for the afternoon. After doing the necessary labs and then the scan there is a waiting period. Normally the results would be shared with me in ten days or so when I meet with the oncologist. But yesterday, I would be receiving the report within minutes of the scan.

Something happened in my brain during that 23 minute wait. Stuff that I didn’t want to think about kept getting in there. I quoted scripture and sang songs (quietly) but still the thoughts that the report would not be good.

Then the doctor says, “Come on back Bob, I want to show you something.”  On the computer screen is an image….he said it was my lungs. I believed him but really, he could have called it anything. I am just not very familiar with my internal organs.

“See this area?” He says pointing to the lungs. “That’s where the cancer was….it’s not there….there is a little scar tissue….but there is no sign of any cancer.”  “Do you know what our success rate is with lung cancer?” he querried. I didn’t know and he said,  “About 10%”.

So I asked him if he believed in miracles yet and he said, “Almost!”

So, I am cancer free! I don’t just believe in miracles….I am one.

In the Bonds of Calvary,



The natural heart has issues with believing some things. The natural heart will reject a belief that will condemn it.

The natural heart doesn’t want to believe that hell is real.

The natural heart seems to have its problems with living a holiness lifestyle also.

So we have a tendency to opine and move in response to emotions or feelings rather than fact.

You know, “Well I think Jesus would allow this” or I feel like Jesus would be OK with this”.

Opinions are important only if they agree with the facts.

That’s just my opinion.

In the Bonds of Calvary,

I Hate when I show my Disappointments

I sometimes allow my hurt or disappointments show. I don’t brag about that. As a matter of fact I really hate when that happens.

So I’m reading the story of the Prodigal Son. And this time I’m thinking about the pain  and hurt, disappointment and shame, that the father must have experienced. The grief and agony of realizing that over the years he had poured himself into that boy only to be dumped.

I am relating to this father in a major way. I am grimacing at his loss.

Not one word of despair is recorded. Not to his servants or friends. Not to his other son. Not to his wife.

And then, the boy comes home! The father rejoices. It appears that the father’s heart is bursting with joy and now he tells everybody.

My son is home….I have missed him….I am so thrilled that he has come back home.

And suddenly…..I saw a picture of God and how He rejoices as the prodigal comes some.

I am so happy to be serving Him. Loving the journey.

In the Bonds of Calvary,

Character Groove?

Every time Ido or say something wrong I make a character “groove”.  And, the deeper the “groove”, the easier it is to fall into that pattern in my daily living.

This is equally true every time I say or do good!

When I think clean thoughts, speak kind words, etc., I  am forming  a character “groove” making it easier to act, think or speak in that same manner again.

It is without question, in my mind, that my words and actions will mark me as belonging to God if I will endeavor to walk close to Him.

In the Bonds of Calvary,

Walking on Water

It has been a few years now since I first heard the story of Jesus walking on the water. I liked the story a lot when I first heard it and I love it still today.

I want to be like Jesus……I want to walk on water.

What will I need to do for that to happen?

In order to get ready to walk on the water I will have to;

a. Overcome human thoughts
b. Overcome human fears and disbelieves
c. Replace these with complete trust in God
d. God has to call the shots, He has to commission the walk: “BID ME”


In the Bonds of Calvary,

Independence Day

Many of you know that I am an American by choice. That means, I was not born in this country and, I became a naturalized citizen. I have been, and continue to be, devoutly patriotic. I love the independence that has been afforded to me. So, when I received this article I knew that it must be shared:

56 MEN
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned.Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army, another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated.
But they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to leave his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife’s bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished. A few weeks later he died from exhaustion and a broken heart.
Norris and Livingston suffered similar fates.
Such were the stories and sacrifices of the American Revolution. These were not wild eyed, rabble-rousing ruffians. They were soft-spoken men of means and education.
They had security, but they valued liberty more. Standing tall, straight, and unwavering, they pledged:
“For the support of this declaration, with firm reliance on the protection of the divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other, our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.”
They gave you and me a free and independent America.

In the Bonds of Calvary,