Thanksgiving?

(11.25.20—-Christ In Us! -- Colossians 1: 1-14)

My friend, may I ask you a question? What a comforting feeling it is to know that God has provided the richest measure of faith stored up for us in Heaven. Is that the harvest that you and I are really looking forward to?

My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I’m M. Clifford Brunner?

Here’s a story: When I was a little boy I didn’t look forward to the fall months because the coming of September meant summer vacation was over and I had to return to school and only look out the windows at the breathtaking beauty of fall. Yet, there was one thing about fall I really looked forward to. It meant I could watch Farmer Geason harvest the field behind our house. He harvested the old fashion way. First he cut the wheat or oats with a harvester and then bailed it in shocks to dry in the fields. There were a few weeks therefore between cutting, bailing and threshing. This meant I could roam the shocked fields and play Cowboys and Indians using the shocks for cover and ambush. Then came threshing time! Geason would haul out his old side takeoff, tractor, attach the huge Case steel threshing machine and slowly drive out to the middle of the field where the old Hickory tree stood. He’d attach a long, power-takeoff belt to the tractor spool and then wind it over to the threshing machine. There would usually be about 4 or 5 High school kids that helped him. They drove the hay wagon over the field picking up the shocks. The air was filled with the humming of tractor and the grinding of the thresher. We kids sat around the Hickory nut tree, cracking nuts and watching the threshing. Eventually an old Dodge truck with drooping, rusty fenders would pull up to the side of the thresher and the thresher reluctantly, noisily gave up its treasure in one long screeching rush of grain against a steel shoot. When the day’s work was finished, Geason would walk over to the old truck, dip his hand into the golden grain, lift it to his nose and then to his lips. He would nibble a bit and then rub it between his hands. Yes, there was something satisfying every year watching that pile of grain grow. As the golden sun set over the barren field and shone through the leafless hickory tree, another harvest had come and gone and all was well in the world again.

Similarly, Christians can reflect on God’s harvest of souls and feel a feeling of contentment. The Apostle Paul writes to the Christians at Colossae, “. . . the faith and love that spring from the hope that is stored up for you in heaven and that you have already heard about in the word of truth, the gospel that has come to you.” What a comforting feeling it is to know that God has provided the richest measure of faith stored up for us in Heaven. The faith of countless Christians who have come and gone before us await us there and the assurance that we too will partake in that glorious harvest feast in Heaven compels us to new realms of contentment. We are secure for this life and can await the next with the knowledge that a heavenly harvest awaits us when we turn the corner of this life. That’s satisfaction and contentment plus!

We pray. Heavenly Father. What a comforting feeling it is to know that You have provided the richest measure of faith stored up for us in Heaven. It will be the most wonderful Thanksgiving harvest we will have in all of our blessed eternal life. Lord, we know that the faith of countless Christians who have come and gone before us await us there and the assurance that we too will partake in that glorious harvest feast in Heaven compels us to new realms of contentment. Forgive us when we become too focused on the things of this life, failing to put our confidence in the hope of the life to come. Praise You that we are secure for this life and can await the next with the knowledge that a heavenly harvest awaits us when we turn the corner of this life. We pray this in Jesus name. Amen!

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

If you have a special prayer request, please send your request to "This Passing Day!"

<thispassingday@gmail.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.

Thanksgiving?

(11.25.20—-Christ In Us! -- Colossians 1: 1-14)

My friend, may I ask you a question? What a comforting feeling it is to know that God has provided the richest measure of faith stored up for us in Heaven. Is that the harvest that you and I are really looking forward to?

My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I’m M. Clifford Brunner?

Here’s a story: When I was a little boy I didn’t look forward to the fall months because the coming of September meant summer vacation was over and I had to return to school and only look out the windows at the breathtaking beauty of fall. Yet, there was one thing about fall I really looked forward to. It meant I could watch Farmer Geason harvest the field behind our house. He harvested the old fashion way. First he cut the wheat or oats with a harvester and then bailed it in shocks to dry in the fields. There were a few weeks therefore between cutting, bailing and threshing. This meant I could roam the shocked fields and play Cowboys and Indians using the shocks for cover and ambush. Then came threshing time! Geason would haul out his old side takeoff, tractor, attach the huge Case steel threshing machine and slowly drive out to the middle of the field where the old Hickory tree stood. He’d attach a long, power-takeoff belt to the tractor spool and then wind it over to the threshing machine. There would usually be about 4 or 5 High school kids that helped him. They drove the hay wagon over the field picking up the shocks. The air was filled with the humming of tractor and the grinding of the thresher. We kids sat around the Hickory nut tree, cracking nuts and watching the threshing. Eventually an old Dodge truck with drooping, rusty fenders would pull up to the side of the thresher and the thresher reluctantly, noisily gave up its treasure in one long screeching rush of grain against a steel shoot. When the day’s work was finished, Geason would walk over to the old truck, dip his hand into the golden grain, lift it to his nose and then to his lips. He would nibble a bit and then rub it between his hands. Yes, there was something satisfying every year watching that pile of grain grow. As the golden sun set over the barren field and shone through the leafless hickory tree, another harvest had come and gone and all was well in the world again.

Similarly, Christians can reflect on God’s harvest of souls and feel a feeling of contentment. The Apostle Paul writes to the Christians at Colossae, “. . . the faith and love that spring from the hope that is stored up for you in heaven and that you have already heard about in the word of truth, the gospel that has come to you.” What a comforting feeling it is to know that God has provided the richest measure of faith stored up for us in Heaven. The faith of countless Christians who have come and gone before us await us there and the assurance that we too will partake in that glorious harvest feast in Heaven compels us to new realms of contentment. We are secure for this life and can await the next with the knowledge that a heavenly harvest awaits us when we turn the corner of this life. That’s satisfaction and contentment plus!

We pray. Heavenly Father. What a comforting feeling it is to know that You have provided the richest measure of faith stored up for us in Heaven. It will be the most wonderful Thanksgiving harvest we will have in all of our blessed eternal life. Lord, we know that the faith of countless Christians who have come and gone before us await us there and the assurance that we too will partake in that glorious harvest feast in Heaven compels us to new realms of contentment. Forgive us when we become too focused on the things of this life, failing to put our confidence in the hope of the life to come. Praise You that we are secure for this life and can await the next with the knowledge that a heavenly harvest awaits us when we turn the corner of this life. We pray this in Jesus name. Amen!

Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.

If you have a special prayer request, please send your request to "This Passing Day!"

<thispassingday@gmail.com> From Beech Springs, God bless you for Jesus sake.