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PASTOR JOHN MASCROFT

OUR GOD IS AWESOME This story was written by a doctor who worked in South Africa. One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator. (We had no electricity to run an incubator.) We also had no special feeding facilities. Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in. Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates. "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed. As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central

Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles. They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways. "All right," I said, "put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts. "Your job is to keep the baby warm." The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills. I also told them of the two-yearold sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt concise-

ness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon." While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?" As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, "Amen?" ! I just did not believe that God could do this. Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there? The only way God could answer would be for a package to arrive from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water


OUR GOD IS AWESOME C CONT... ONT... bottle? I lived on the equator! Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. I felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children. Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.

Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored.

Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the.....could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle, I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of, the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes sent the bottle, He must have sent were focused on the large cardboard the dolly, too!" Rummaging down box. From the top, I lifted out to the bottom of the box, she pulled brightly colored, knitted jerseys. out the small, beautifully dressed

dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted. Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you Mummy and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?" That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator and one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child-five months before-in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon." "Before they call, I will answer!" Isaiah 65:24

NUESTRO DIOS ES GENIAL Esta historia fue escrita por un médico que trabajaba en el sur de África. Una noche yo había trabajado duro para ayudar a una madre en la sala de parto, pero a pesar de todo lo que podía hacer ella murió dejándonos con un pequeño bebé prematuro y un llanto de su hija de dos años de edad. Teníamos dificultades para mantener al bebé con vida, porque no teníamos incubadora. (No teníamos electricidad para encender la incubadora eléctrica).

Tampoco teníamos ningún departamento de alimentación especial para bebes prematuros. Aunque vivimos en el ecuador, las noches son a menudo frías. Una estudiante de partera fue a tomar la caja que teníamos para esos bebés y el algodón que el bebé sería envuelto. Otra fue a prender el fuego y llenar una botella de agua caliente. Volvió en breve para decirme que mientras llenaba la botella, que la botella se había roto. "Y es nuestra última botella de agua

caliente!", exclamó. Al igual que en Occidente no es bueno llorar sobre la leche derramada, por lo que en el África Central, podría considerarse nada bueno llorar sobre las botellas de agua rotas. No crecen en los árboles, y no hay farmacias cercas. "Muy bien", le dije, "ponga al bebé tan cerca del fuego como usted puede con seguridad, y usted duerma entre el bebé y la puerta para mantenerla libre los vientos fríos". “Su trabajo es mantener al


NUESTRO DIOS ES GENIAL bebé caliente.” Al mediodía siguiente, como siempre hacia la mayoría de los días, fui a orar con los niños del orfanato. Había dado a los jóvenes varias sugerencias de cosas para orar y les dije acerca de la pequeña bebé. Les expliqué nuestro problema de mantener al bebé lo suficientemente caliente, mencionando la bolsa de agua caliente. El bebé podría morir tan fácilmente si tiene escalofríos. También les dije de los hermanita de dos años de edad que se había quedado llorando porque su madre había muerto. Durante el tiempo de oración, una de diez años de edad, Ruth, oró con la habitual confianza contundente de nuestros niños africanos. "Por favor, Dios", que oraba, "envíanos una botella de agua. No para mañana Dios, porque el bebé va a estar muerto si esperamos hasta mañana, así que por favor envíala esta tarde." Mientras yo percibía interiormente la audacia de la oración, ella añadió lo siguiente "Envíale una muñeca para la niña de dos años, para que sepa que realmente la amas" Como a menudo cuando los niños terminaban con las oraciones, volteaban a mirarme a mi. ¿Podría decir honestamente, "Amén"?! No creía que Dios podía hacer esto. Oh, sí, sé que Él puede hacer todo. La Biblia dice así. Pero

hay límites, ¿existen? La única forma en que Dios podría darnos la respuesta sería de un paquete llegara en esos momentos. Yo había estado en África durante casi cuatro años en ese momento, y yo nunca, nunca había recibió un paquete de mensajería. De todos modos, si alguien me enviara un paquete, ¿alcazo pondrían una botella de agua caliente? En la tarde, mientras yo estaba en la enseñando en la escuela de enfermería, se envió un mensaje de que había un coche en la puerta de mi casa. En el momento en que llegué a casa, el coche ya se había ido, pero allí, en la terraza, estaba un paquete de veintidós libras. Mis ojos se empezaron a llenar de lágrimas. No podía abrir el paquete solo, así que me fui al orfanato de los niños. Juntos estábamos abriendo el paquete, deshaciendo cuidadosamente cada nudo. La emoción fue en aumento.

que hiciéramos bolillos para el fin de semana. Entonces, meti mi mano de nuevo adentro de la caja y sentí la ..... ¿puede ser? Y comprendí que era una botella nueva, una botella de agua caliente de plástico, y ¡grite!

Yo no había pedido a Dios que la enviara, yo no había creído realmente que él podría. Ruth estaba en la primera fila de los niños. Ella se apresuró hacia adelante, gritando, "Si Dios ha enviado la botella, debió haber mandado la muñeca, ¡también!" Alcanzado hacia la parte inferior de la caja, ella sacó una pequeña y hermosa muñeca con vestido y todo. Sus ojos brillaron! Ella nunca había dudado. Buscándome, ella me preguntó: "¿Puedo ir con usted a darle a esta muñeca a la niña, para que sepa que Jesús realmente la ama?" El paquete que había sido enviado ya tenia en el camino cinco meses enteros. Las bolsas habían sido enviadas por mi maestro de la clase de escuela dominical, cuya persona había escuchado y obedecido a Dios que Algunos treinta o cuarenta pares de enviara una botella de agua caliente. ojos se enfocaron en la gran caja de Y una de las niñas había puesto la cartón. Desde el comienzo empeza- muñeca. Cinco meses antes de la ron a salir camisetas de colores bri- respuesta de la oración de un crellantes, luego fueron las vendas para yente de diez años había venido "esa tarde". los enfermos de lepra, y los niños se veían un poco aburridos. Luego encontramos una cajita de pasas y harina mixta-que permitía


Danny and Amanda's new baby Darius Ladan Harris was born on 12/10/2008 at 3:23 am weighing 8lbs and 4 oz. We want to welcome Darius to the Apostolic bible church, Here we have a special note from mom and dad...Mommy and Daddy are so proud to have you in our lives, even though you were an unexpected blessing! We cant wait for you to grow up So we can play together. We pray that God keeps you and uses you for something wonderful! Mommy and Daddy love you! This is a beautiful photo of a giant American flag in Arizona The photo is authentic, untouched and was taken on regular Kodak 35mm film. The person who took the picture couldn't believe the image created by the suns rays. Nice of them to share it with the world! For those that prefer to think that God is not watching over us...go ahead and ignore this. For the rest of us...enjoy. Submitted by: Erica Fronteras

CELL PHONE VS. BIBLE Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat Our cell phone? What if we carried it around in our purses or pockets? What if we flipped through it several times a day? What if we turned back to go get it if we forgot it?

What if we used it to receive messages from the text? What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it? What if we gave it to kids as gifts? What if we used it when we traveled? What if we used it in case of emergency? This is something to make you go....hmm...where is my Bible?

Oh, and one more thing. Unlike our cell phone, we don't have to worry about our Bible being Disconnected because Jesus already paid the bill. Makes you stop and think 'where are my priorities? And no dropped calls! P.S. Trust in the Lord and *ASAP (Always Say A Prayer) Have a blessed and wonderful day!

Submitted by: Justin Becker


Chose life A picture began circulating in November. It should be 'The Picture of the Year,' or perhaps, 'Picture of the Decade.' It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the US paper which published it, you probably would never have seen it. The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner. The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Arma, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta . She knew of Dr Bruner's remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt Univ Med Ctr in Nashville , he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb.

the surgeon's finger. Dr Bruner was reported as saying that when his finger was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of his life, and that for an instant during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile. The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity The editors titled the picture, 'Hand of Hope.' The text explaining the picture begins, 'The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doc-

tor for the gift of life. Little Samuel's mother said they 'wept for days' when they saw the picture. She said, 'The photo reminds us pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person. 'Samuel was born in perfect health, the operation 100 percent successful. Now see the actual picture, and it is awesome...incredible....and hey, pass it on. The world needs to see this one!

Submitted by: Erica Koger

During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr Bruner completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed hand through the incision and firmly grasped

WHAT CAUSES ARTHRITIS? A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say Father, what causes

arthritis?" The priest replies, "My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath." The drunk muttered in response, "Well, I'll be bewildered. " Then returned to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said and

how over righteous and judgmental he had been, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?" The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."

Submitted by: Brandon Fields


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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Cami Hubijar January 2nd

Amanda Harris January 3rd

Kim Fields January 6th

Daniel Cate Regina Fronteras Jerry Tannehill January 10th January 16th January 16th

Edwin Collazo January 29th

Anthony Madrid January 30th

Ethel Kesling January 6th

Erica Koger January 8th

Alex Martinez January 19th

Daniel Tooley January 21st

Bethany Christian January 30th

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Happy Anniversary Brother and Sister Kesling


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