Posts Tagged ‘war’

Saved by a sea gull

Monday, November 8th, 2010

   On Friday evenings about sunset, on a lonely stretch along the eastern Florida seacoast, one could regularly see an old man walking — white-haired, bushy eye-browed, slightly bent.  Each and every Friday night, until his death in 1973, he would return carrying a large bucket of shrimp. The sea gulls would flock to him, and he would feed them from his bucket.  And he would thank them when doing so.
   To the casual observer, his actions would be met with some mixture of bemusement, ridicule and pity. But those who had insight and understanding saw something far different. 
   The old man was Captain Eddie Rickenbacker, the most decorated American ace pilot of World War I.  Many years before, in October, 1942, Captain Rickenbacker was on a mission in a B-17 to deliver an important message to General Douglas MacArthur in New Guinea.  But then the unexpected occurred.
   Somewhere over the South Pacific, his plane — the Flying Fortress — became lost beyond the reach of radio. Fuel ran dangerously low, so Rickenbacker and his passengers ditched their plane in the ocean.  For nearly a month Captain Eddie and his companions would fight the water, the weather, the scorching sun, and their most formidable foe: STARVATION.  Eight days out, their rations were long gone or destroyed by the salt water.  Their situation looked very bleak.
   At one point, Captain Rickenbacker was dozing with his hat pulled down over his eyes when something remarkable happened: “Something landed on my head. I knew that it was a sea gull.  Everyone else knew, too. No one said a word, but peering out from under my hat brim without moving my head, I could see the expression on their faces. They were staring at that gull.
   The gull meant FOOD, if I could catch it.”
   Captain Eddie caught the gull. Its flesh was eaten. Its intestines were used for bait to catch fish. The survivors were sustained and their hopes renewed because a lone sea gull, uncharacteristically hundreds of miles from land, seemingly offered itself as a sacrifice.  And Rickenbacker never forgot to remember that one which, on a day long past, gave itself without a struggle, a sacrifice that meant salvation to him and others.
   Every Sunday, there are people in various parts of the world that pause to reflect on the ULTIMATE Sacrifice that has been made for mankind.
   The memorial is the Lord’s Supper (see 1 Corinthians 11:23-30) and the participants are Christians.  They are commemorating the death of Jesus, God’s Son, who died on the cross to pay the redemption price for the sins of the world (Eph 1:7; 1 John 2:2).   YOU can also receive the benefits of Jesus’ atoning sacrifice if you will: place your faith and trust in Jesus (Acts 16:30-31), turn from sin in repentance (Acts 17:30-31), confess Him before men (Romans 10:9-10), and be baptized (immersed) in His name for the forgiveness of sins (Acts 2:38).  Then, as Christians, we continue to follow Him and look forward to an ETERNAL home in heaven (Revelation 22). 
   Won’t YOU gratefully accept His offer of salvation on His terms?

                                                           – David A. Sargent

Why did my son have to die in Iraq?

Friday, June 4th, 2010

A mother asked President…Bush
“Why did my son have to die in Iraq?”

A mother asked President…Clinton
“Why did my son have to die in Saudi Arabia?”

A mother asked President…Bush
“Why did my son have to die in Kuwait?”

Another mother asked President… Johnson
“Why did my son have to die in Vietnam?”

Another mother asked President… Truman
“Why did my son have to die in Korea?”

Another mother asked President…Roosevelt
“Why did my son have to die on Iwo Jima?”

Another mother asked President…Wilson
“Why did my son have to die on a battlefield on a field in France?”

Yet another mother asked President… Lincoln
“Why did my son have to die at Gettysburg?”

And yet another mother asked President… Washington
“Why did my son have to die on a frozen field near Valley Forge?”

Then long, long ago, a mother asked…
“Heavenly Father …
why did my Son have to die on a cross outside of Jerusalem?”

The answer is the same…
“So that others may have life and dwell in peace, happiness, and freedom.”

Does anyone know the original source for this piece?

Are you in the foxhole?

Monday, March 8th, 2010

Jessie Pope spent about seventy days on the Vietnam War front.

Despite the fact that his military service occurred more than four decades ago, the memories associated with his duty are still strong in his mind. With a mere moment’s recollection, Jessie can re-live and vividly re-tell some of those harrowing experiences as if they had happened only yesterday.

The Viet Cong lobbed mortar rounds and rockets at Jessie and his fellow comrades-in-arms on a perpetual basis. At times, all the unit could do was hunker down and pray that a shell did not land nearby.  Jessie said the difference between life and death during those attacks was a well-fortified fox hole. He said that prior to VC engagements, the U.S. soldiers would dig simple foxholes to escape the shelling. They would then surround the foxholes with piles of heavy sandbags stacked several feet high.

Unless a shell actually dropped squarely in the shelter, the men would be safe from the hot shrapnel that exploded at impact. On the other hand, if a careless soldier decided to venture outside a foxhole during a time an attack was initiated, he invariably suffered injury, even death. Life outside the foxhole was dangerous at best and fatal at worst.

For Jessie, there was only one place for protection from enemy fire–it was a foxhole. Anywhere else meant trauma or loss of life.  As I think about it, God has always had a kind of foxhole for folks:

• In Noah’s day, safety could only be found in the ark (1 Peter 3:20). Everyone outside that gopher wood barge perished in the global flood (Genesis 6-8).

• In Israel’s day during Egyptian bondage, safety could only be found in a house with lamb’s blood on the door post (Exodus 12:1ff). Anyone who failed to go in the house where blood was applied suffered the effects of the death plague.

• In Rahab’s day, safety could only be found in the house with the scarlet thread (Joshua 2:12-21; 6:17).  Citizens found outside her home died at the hands of the conquering Israelite army.

• In Joshua’s day, safety could only be found in one of the six cities of refuge (Joshua 20:1ff; Exodus 21:12-13). To be caught outside of either Golan, Ramoth, Bezer, Kedesh, Shechem or Hebron (Joshua 20:7-8) meant that you would perish.

Safety and protection could only be found in God’s appointed place–whether it was the ark, a specific house, or a chosen city. The same is true today. There is ONLY ONE PLACE where spiritual safety can be located. Jehovah’s foxhole is the church (Ephesians 1:22-23; 1:1, 3-7; 3:10-11). All blessings are there (Ephesians 1:3); salvation is there (Acts 2:27). It is the only place of real security from the wages of sin.

For Jessie there was but one objective–stay in, stay down, and stay alive. What about you, dear reader? Do you want to experience eternal life (Matthew 25:46b)?  If you do, then you must believe in Jesus (Mark 16:15-16; John 8:24), repent and turn from your sins (Acts 2:38: 3:19), confess that He is Lord (Acts 8:37), and be immersed for the forgiveness of sins (1 Peter 3:21; Acts 2:38), at which time the Lord will add you to His church.

Are you in the foxhole?

–Mike Benson

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