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A Gentle God

A gentle God stands in a turbulent world, fighting for His children. He is a warrior, with strong hands, and a tender heart. With the power to shout commands, He kindly whispers reassurances to us.

This life is filled with complications, troubles we don’t expect, or understand. We get so caught up in comprehending them, that we fail to look to Him. The Savior who loved to the cross and back, through Death, Burial, and Resurrection for us. Instead of pondering the blackness of this world, let us seek His light.

Jesus is reaching through His Church to the hurting. He is loving, lifting, and leading. In a blackened world of chaos, Calvary is more clarifying than ever. There is hope for today, healing for yesterday, and a home for tomorrow.

Whatever your need, whatever your situation, Jesus is still current, and relevant, in the twenty first century. He is present to comfort your heart, walk with you through your battle, and supply the victory. Don’t allow the fear of what you’re facing to be your focus. Turn your attention to Jesus, and allow Him to renew your heart, body, and soul.

Sketch Mr C Brown

We hope you enjoy this Sunday afternoon art post, “Mr C Brown”.

Alaskan Silver Two Hit Men

St Louis read the note again. It wasn’t the name he had expected, so his plans had to change. His cover as a Hit man was still in tact, now St Louis had to walk the tightrope. He had to appear to either murder the man, or attempt to, as his contacts saved the person. St Louis had to make sure everyone was kept safe, but the name on the note would make that much harder.

Meanwhile a woman who thought she would never laugh again, was setting in a hospital wheel chair as three wolves played at her feet. Estelle was laughing at Pin telling her about the three still acting like puppies at home. When she laughed, Pin found himself happier than he had been in a long time.

In the back of each of their minds, they shared the same thought. ‘How can I tell this person who I really am without them losing that smile?’ Soon, the question would be taken out of their hands.

Harriet stood at the window washing dishes. She was a little preoccupied herself. The visitor that morning had sidetracked her. This new information was startling, but she knew what she had to do.

Edward Mallory was wrestling a man in an alley. He wasn’t a fighter, but the fear of dying gave him strength he didn’t know he had. The man wore a mask, but asked for no money. Edward landed a punch, and ripped the bandanna off of his attacker.

Ralph was serving Minerva coffee. They were on a train to Florida. Both planned to end their association there, each in a very different way. Minerva was angry at herself, she had grown fond of the boy. It wouldn’t change her plan, but it irritated her.

Somewhere a bullet left the barrel. It was a fast and powerful weapon. The victim hadn’t suspected a thing. They felt the blood as it poured out.

As the victim slumped over, the object fell out of their hand. The shooter couldn’t get to it yet, it was too risky. They were determined to get it, this was the whole purpose for the hit. In fact, it was the secret behind the whole thing.

Find out who the victim is in next week’s Alaskan Silver.

The Equipment Of Life

Drilling for oil, mining for gold, or diving for pearls all involve much more than a pay off. Perseverance, hard work, and equipment are needed to harvest precious things from the earth. This isn’t a blog just about being tenacious and committed, it’s about the tools we use. I mentioned three areas that involve specialized materials to perform a task. I’d like to share three ways we can use them to bring good out of trials.

The first is our Faith. Hardship, bad days, and curve balls irritate me, but it’s in those moments that we have the greatest opportunity to make a difference. To do this, we must keep our perspective on the goal of it all.

I must always remember that God will carry us through any adversity. My Pastor, Denny Livingston, taught me in whatever I face, to look just beyond the battle to the benefits of victory. If we will do the work of today, we will reap the rewards of tomorrow.

This couples with the second of the three tools, purpose. I don’t have to know the reason for the battle, as long as I keep in mind that my life has purpose. Every trial isn’t necessarily building me, but I am being built through every trial. Some things that happen are just life, some are lessons, but everything we go through is part of our journey.

We can learn something in every incident that happens. We don’t have to always know the why, just The Who that is leading us. Our faith in Him, and knowing that He has a purpose for our lives, will give us the strength to go on.

Thirdly, is about investment in others. Your experiences can benefit someone else, your successes and your failures. What you did right, and what you regretted, are lessons that you can share with those who haven’t walked that path yet.

As God invested in us, we should pour into those around us. It’s in how we do this that we plant better futures for all of us. Those that I love, encourage, and stand with empower me to do the same for someone else. As people poured into me, I want to pour into them.

Oil pipes, shovels, and air tanks, may not seem glamorous, until you see their results. Everything precious was dug out, mined, or harvested. It’s hard work, but once it’s cleaned up and polished, isn’t it beautiful? So is your life, you are God’s treasure, share it with others!

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Sketch Mr Keaton

This month 77 years ago, Batman debuted.  Today we offer a quick sketch of Batman 89 “Mr Keaton” as our Sunday afternoon art post.

Alaskan Silver Tidying Up

Two meetings were happening. One involved a young man telling his friends of all his efforts to protect them. The other was an elderly woman desperate to secure for her heirs something which had always been beyond her reach, power on a national scale.

“You remember when my husband was alive, how many promises you made to him? Now, after forty years, I’ve come to collect, from both of you!” One man was the leader of a huge political machine, and the other represented the most powerful criminal organization on the eastern seaboard.

The young man’s meeting was with Pin and Carl Lafayette. Edward Mallory was sure they had a very dangerous enemy, and he had a theory about who it was. “Edward, it’s impossible. He risked his life to save ours. He’s my most trusted advisor. Edwin Strand is no more our enemy than you are.”

“I wish that were true, but I don’t believe it. Do you know who Edwin’s family are? His aunt is Minerva Piper Harlowe, though she goes by her maiden name. Her husband was Adam Harlowe. In his day, he ran my party, and half of the other one too. Adam didn’t care how he got results, and Edwin’s mentor was Harlowe’s protege.”

“You can’t hold a man hostage based on his relatives.” Carl was convinced Edward was wrong. Pin wasn’t so sure. “It’s true that he may be nothing like his uncle, but it would explain how the Pick Axe men knew so much.” “Pin, Carl, I know its difficult, but his older brother is Artemis Strand, a major racketeer.”

The three men spent the next hour talking. Carl wasn’t convinced, but Pin was starting to believe. “Let’s talk more later. I have to go by the hospital and see a patient there.” Carl kept from smiling as Pin left.

The meeting in Boston had ended as well. “Ralph, take me back to my room please. Our trip here was very successful. Now we’ll spend a little time in Florida for the next phase of my plan.” Ralph tried to hide his fear, at least until Florida.

Once there, Minerva would have to find someone else to attend to her. He was going to disappear, this time for good. “What are you going to do in Florida ma’am?” “Hire a man to do a job for me.”

“That’s a long way to go just to hire a man.” “Yes, but there’s no one better for the job I need. He’s efficient, quiet, and has a proven record. We must see him in person, he has a particular way of working.”

Ralph smiled, and so did Minerva. She thought of the wire which had arrived that afternoon. ‘He fits the description Aunt Minerva, can you get rid of him?’

Florida would be a big trip. She would finalize Artemis and Edwin’s future. As well as eliminate a blip from the past named Ralph Hearns. Minerva shook her head. ‘They’re all grown up and I’m still tidying up after them.’

Watercolor Smiling Afternoon

We hope you enjoy this practice watercolor on a “Smiling Afternoon”.

Memorial Day Liberty Poem

From Gettysburg to Kandahar

American bravery spans

Whether saddle, ship, or battle car

On home soil and distant lands

Men and women born free

Risking all to share its promise

That new groups may see

In every corner, town, and province

Liberty for all the battle cry

That hope may flourish and tyranny die

iPainting The Actor

I hope you enjoy this Sunday afternoon art post, “The Actor”.