welcome – an encouraging meditation

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Rev. E. Anderson


Welcome, if it is your first visit to the site. I trust that you will enjoy reading and noting the contents and benefit enormously from the material presented. If you visit often, thank you very much. It gives me some pleasure to know that what is presented is being of service to you to bless others.

If you will look at the left hand side of the page you will see and note, select category. Place your cursor there and it will give you a list of many categories on this site. Click on any subject and it will provide much material relating to the subject. It is a library of contents that has been placed on the site for over three years. There is much material for you to see, note and use as desired.

I have been a Christian minister for over fifty years and now in my retirement am engaged in encouraging all who are in the later stage of life still to be active for the Lord in releasing the spiritual potential still waiting to be released with much blessing. God’s will for us is that we shall be possessed by divine zeal and usefulness. May we who lead others have such a passion and commitment.

 1/03/15 – Sunday


Ernest Anderson

Genesis 47:13-26


Although Joseph had to be tough he was prepared to handle and govern this immense crisis that affected so many. The future of the nation were in his hands and in a wise, organised and caring fashioned he administered the situation to the well-being of all. Pharaoh and the all the people were impressed by his fairness and directives and instead of everyone and everything falling apart, the whole situation was saved. And it was duly recognized.  The folks came and declared: “You have saved our lives! Let us find favour in the sight of my lord” – v25. They recognized he had been the man in the right place doing a great job! So with our Lord Jesus Christ: He came and with His love, care and sacrifice brought salvation to the world of mankind. He is the Saviour of the world! He has saved you from the coming eternal judgment and secures your future now and in the world to come. What a deliverance He has provided! You now can share in this work of salvation by making it known that none need perish if they look to Him and come under His care and administration.




just a thought


Rev. Aaron Linford


In the incomparable story of “The Prodigal Son” (Luke 15:11-32), the turning point of the wastrel’s restoration occurred when “‘he came to himself”. Up to then he had been “beside himself”, for sin is a form of moral madness. Mind you, it took a dreadful toll of shame and loss to bring him there; but now, hungry and lonely, sitting by the pig-troughs, he reflects on his condition.

The man I was. The once despised home is looked back on as now desirable. He had had his fling; it had flung him into depression and despair. Far from the home he had fled, he was now homesick, longing for lost benefits.

The man I am. He was not only spent up, he was also ashamed. He had gambled – and lost. Now wretched, despised, abandoned, far away from the father who loved him. He had messed up his life, missed its purpose: he was a sinner.

The man I might have been. “If only” is a sad complaint. A little more patience, and concern for others would have saved him from loss, and given him space to mature.

The man l still can be. He went home – blessed turning point. His gracious father restored to him the full status of sonship. Prodigals may still return and find in God a loving Father.





illustrations that light up life


Daniel Kolenda


Here’s a true story that I have often shared: It happened to an American soldier in the Vietnam War who was about to step on a landmine that was hidden from his sight His comrade across the battlefield could see the impending disaster from his vantage point. Without regard for his own safety, he stood up from behind his protective barricade and shouted a lifesaving warning to his friend. >In that moment the brave young comrade received a gunshot wound that ended his life.

A couple of years later, at an honorary memorial service in the United States, the soldier whose life had been saved from the landmine had a chance to meet the wife and son of his deceased friend. The son, who was only seven years old, had never gotten a chance to really know his father.

The soldier could tell that this boy’s heart was broken, so he knelt know,” the soldier said, “your father saved my life.” >The little boy looked up at him with tears streaming down his cheeks. “Sir,” he said, “were you worth it?” ‘




miracles and healing testimonies

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Rev. E.Anderson


Deborah Derosier

 “Why are you downcast, O my soul?  so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him” -Psalm 42:5

As a young girl, my biggest dream was to be a mother. I always said I wanted four children—two boys and two girls. When I got older I was so blessed to have that dream come true. I loved those kids more than life itself. Many times I found myself standing in the doom/ay watching as they played outside and thinking just how blessed I was, and I was always amazed that all of them were mine.

Like most mothers, in the back of my mind there was the fear that something would happen to one of them. Sadly that horror came true.

It was in June when the knock on the door came. When my husband came to tell me the news, he didn’t have to say a word. I saw into his soul that night as I looked into his eyes. Our oldest son, fourteen-year-old josh, was hit by a car and killed.

The years after that seemed to just run together as we struggled to learn how to live life without him.

A few years later, on a beautiful spring day, my daughter Chelsea and I were going fishing. It was our favourite hobby and we could never wait until the weather got warm enough to go again. The fresh smell of newly cut grass filled the air and the daffodils were in full bloom. Everything around us seemed to be coming back to life, including us, if only for a day.

We grabbed our buckets and fishing poles and climbed over the old fence and headed down the field toward the creek. l looked back at Chelsea, who was lagging behind slightly, and saw at least thirty white butterflies dancing all around her. It was a heavenly sight and I wondered if my josh could communicate with us from where he was. So I called out to him several times, “josh, if you are with us, please send us a yellow butterfly”

Then I stopped and waited as my daughter caught up with me and l told her, “If you see a yellow butterfly it means josh is with us.”S

She said, “How do you know?”

“Because l asked him to send us one if he was here.”

Then we both started calling out, “josh, please send us a yellow butterfly so we’ll know for sure that you are with us.” “God, please let josh send us a yellow butterfly.”

Then all of a sudden, out of nowhere a large yellow butterfly with rounded wings flew right in front of my face not three inches away! Our jaws dropped as our eyes met and when we turned back around it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. We couldn’t see it anywhere, but we didn’t need to. We had the answer we needed. With a great sense of peace we started walking toward the creek again, saying, “Come on josh, let’s go fishing!”







great stories

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Paul Galanti

At that instant of spiritual and psychological checkmate, I experienced something so powerful that it still affects my life to this day.

I was lashed to a wooden stool in an unheated interrogation room at what we POWs ruefully called the Hanoi Hilton. The ropes binding my hands behind me cut deep into my wrists. On the floor a few feet in front of me was a bowl of watery gruel in a rusted, lopsided tin. This was day ten of another period of torture and interrogation.

By then I had been a prisoner of the North Vietnamese for two and a half years after being shot down during my ninety-seventh combat mission. After I ejected from my crippled Navy Skyhawk attack bomber, an enemy bullet had caught me in the neck while I dangled helplessly from my parachute. Captured, I had been forced to march for twelve days to the prison in Hanoi. There the process of breaking me down began, as it did for all POWs, with trying to force me to sign a written confession of my ‘war crimes’. I was bru­tally beaten and psychologically tortured. Still, like most of my com­patriots, I refused to sign.

I eyed the battered tin, as did the rats in the grimy, freezing room. To eat, I had to rock my stool until it fell forward. Then, like a starving animal, I would lap up my one daily ration of gruel, hoping the guard outside wouldn’t wait too long before coming in and pulling me upright again, lest the rats eat the dribbles of food off my chin. But this was a respite. Sooner or later another torture session would begin.

Torture could last hours at a time to twist my limbs into pretzel-like restraints until the agony was beyond unbearable and the only reality was the stupefying pain. When my mind drifted my captors shouts and slaps penetrated the haze, bringing me back.

Worse, in  some  ways was the  time  between interrogations. Dragged back to my dingy cell, I languished in cramped isolation for months. I was forbidden to speak with my fellow prisoners. communicating only sporadically by whispering and surreptitious tapping in code on the walls. The days passed most in silence. I spent long, solitary hours trying to keep myself sane by formulating to the minutest detail all the grand business schemes I planned to carry out after the war. Sometimes I watched what we called Hanoi racing spiders, big furry things that could actually rout the rats and devour lizards that sped over the rough, clammy walls.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the gruel. I knew I needed its paltry nourishment to endure another round of barbarous punishment in the interrogation room, but I could not bring myself to fall over and lap it up. I tried to pray for strength. Dear Lord ..

Even quasi-religious types like me turned to praye regularly in the Hanoi Hilton. I was the son of a highly decorated Army colonel and had attended ecumenical chapels at bases all over the world most of my life. But faith had never meant much to me. I was more interested in the hard-living, girl-chasing image the fighter pilots cultivated. I toned that down when I married Phyllis, but religion  was still pretty much a Sunday morning kind of thing

On Sunday mornings at the Hanoi Hilton, though, I at last made a deep connection with faith. None of us could afford to turn his back on God. Three deliberate, commanding thumps on the wall were the signal for all of us to stand for services. Alone in our cells, we said the Lord’s Prayer, our voices mingling in the narrow passageway outside.

Now, awaiting the return of my tormentors and trying to gather an appetite for the cold slop in the dirty pan, I felt I couldn’t go on even with God’s help. I was too weak, too broken. I would never sign a confession, but I couldn’t endure much more of this agony. What was the sense of eating? I was dying anyway, dying from the inside out, not just from the pain but also from the utter senseless­ness of it. I was at a point where it seemed almost a crime to go on living. I decided I wouldn’t eat. I would die instead.

Slumped on my stool at that instant of spiritual and psychological checkmate, I experienced something so powerful that it still affects my life to this day. With complete clarity I realized I was not alone in that desolate room. The veil of suffering lifted and I clearly saw a figure standing near me. He wore a white robe more vivid than any earthly garment I have ever seen. Though I could not make out his features, I listened to his voice with my whole being, as he told me, ‘Paul, you are going to be all right. I am always with you.’

I was still bound, but suddenly I felt free, the flames of my despair smothered by comfort and reassurance. Those words, I knew, were the words of Jesus, delivered by an angel. It was God alone who had command over life, and He was telling me that with him all suffering could be endured, all pain soothed.

Suddenly my companion was no longer visible, and I was alone again with my pitiful meal. Yet it beckoned me like a feast. I tipped over the stool and ate gratefully.

I survived two more weeks of intermittent torture with the interrogators, and for four more years I was a captive in the Hanoi Hilton. In 1973 I was finally able to come home and get started on some of those business plans I had dreamed up in my prison cell. That day when the angel delivered the words that saved me, I did make a confession — a confession of faith. My life was saved, not just once but for ever.


gospel nuggets

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Rev. E. Anderson


Taken from Senior Life Ministries

 “For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life” – John 3: 16

A story is told from the Middle Ages about a certain monk who announced he would be preaching next Sunday evening on “The Love of God.” The next Sunday evening came, and the shadows fell and the last bit of light ceased to come through the cathedral windows. The congregation gathered inside.

To their surprise, there were no candles lit, making the inside of the church almost completely dark. In the darkness, the monk lit a candle and carried it up to the crucifix. There, he illuminated the crown of thorns, next the two pierced hands, then the spear wound on the side, and finally the feet.

After he had finished, a hush fell across the congregation. With that, the monk blew out the candle and stepped down. There was nothing else to say.

The most poignant reflection on the love of God comes when we look at what He did for us: sending His only Son to die so that we can have life in His name. There’s simply no greater way He could’ve displayed His love for us.

If you want to know what love really is, look at Jesus. His work on the cross is an enduring statement of God’s amazing love for you. Rest in that love today.


Ask God to give you a fresh perspective on His amazing love for you through Christ’s work on the cross.


a time to laugh


Rev. E. Anderson


“Teacher,” announced little Joey, “there’s somethin’ I can’t figger out.”
“What’s that Joey?” asked the Sunday school teacher.

“Well accordin’ to the Bible, the Children of Israel crossed the Red Sea, right?”


“An’ the Children of Israel beat up the Philistines, right?”


“An’ the Children of Israel built the Temple, right?”

“Again you’re right.”

“An’ the Children of Israel fought the ‘gyptians, an’ the Children of Israel fought the Romans, an’ the Children of Israel wuz always doin’ somethin’ important, right?”

“All that is right, too,” agreed the teacher. “So what’s your question?”

“What I wanna know is this,” demanded Joey. “What wuz all the grown-ups doin’g?


“If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into Heaven?” I asked the children in my Sunday School class.
“NO!” the children all answered.

“If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the yard, and kept everything neat and tidy, would that get me into Heaven?”

Again, the answer was, “NO!”

“Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave candy to all the children, and loved my wife, would that get me into Heaven?” I asked them again.

Again, they all answered, “NO!”

“Well,” I continued, “then how can I get into Heaven?”

A five-year-old boy shouted out, “YOU GOTTA BE DEAD!”


Golfer 1: “Why are you so late?”

Golfer 2: “I had to toss a coin between going to church or playing golf and it took 25 tosses to get it right!”




Rev. A. Linford


“A man ran do not/sing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work” – Ecclesiastes 2:2

The bottom line, according to Solomon, is that God wants us to enjoy our lives and our work. He wants us to do it right now, not at some time in the distant future. This is present tense, not future.

Finally, there is some light at the end of the tunnel in all of Solomon’s talk. He

gives us the key that unlocks the door to happiness and meaning, the secret to life: It is impossible to enjoy our lives and our work without God. Why? Because the enjoyment of life and work is separate from life and work itself. You can have one without the other. .

It’s possible to have a life full ofwork and a life lacking enjoyment of that work.

Most people don’t understand that secret. They have one part of the equation, which is work or pleasure or laughter or wine or wisdom or knowledge or possessions. They may have these things together or separately, but they are missing the second half of the equation, which is God’s gift of enjoyment of those things.

In other words, if you have a relationship with God and bring Him into all the different areas of your life, then you will live a life of joy, meaning, and fulfilment. Do you believe Solomon’s equation? It took Solomon himself a long time to believe it, but in the end, he found it to be true.



message by the late rev.david wilkerson


Rev. David Wilkerson


In a weary moment, Jesus stopped to rest at a well, but there was a lost woman who needed help. Once again, He was energized. His disciples came again to find their Master so relaxed, so refreshed! “He said unto them, I have meat to eat that ye know not of” –John 4: 32. That is the secret energy of resurrection life!

Often I feel like a drained car battery. If you forget to turn off the light of your car, all you get the next day is that dreaded noise—urr . . . urr—the empty clinking sound of dead machinery.

i  know something is wrong among today’s believers, for we have been promised the very same energizing life of Christ. “But if the Spirit of him that raised up Jesus from the dead dwell in you, he that raised up Christ from the dead shall also quicken your mortal bodies by his Spirit that dwelleth in you”- Romans 8: 11. ” (Romans 8:11).

How clear it is in Scripture that the Holy Spirit dwells in us to bring forth constant life. God has provided His very energy to come into our mortal bodies and give us physical strength. “And you, being dead in your sins and the uncircumcision of your flesh, hath he quickened (made alive) together with him” – Colossians 2; 13.

Are you full of the Holy Spirit? Then by faith, lay hold of new life and energy! “Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits . . . so that thy youth is renewed like the eagle’s” (Psalm 103:2, 5). Titus also speaks of this: “Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost; Which he shed on us abundantly through Jesus Christ our Saviour” – Titus 3: 5-6.

Thank God for the present greatness of our Lord Jesus Christ! Appropriate it by faith—and walk in resurrection life and power!





christian testimony


Stewart Cink

A golfer says becoming a Christian has made him a better husband and father. American Stewart Cink, who lifted the 2009 Open Championship, has become one of the world’s most skilled golfers having spent the last few years in the world top ten ranking.

The 6ft 4in star, who lives in Georgia, used to be obsessed with golf until a friend asked him a very important question.

“I don’t think I saw the church doors for three or four years,” Cink, 40, recalls.
“l took a detour. It wasn’t a Christian detour. I was always at the golf course. One day a friend asked me, ‘lf you died today, would you go to heaven?” The golfing superstar thought he had the answer. “I had a list in my pocket, figuratively, of course,” he says. “Are you a good person? Are you nice to people? I had a checklist that would go on for hours and I, of course, had checked all the right boxes. I had to take a look at the man in the mirror.”

Some six years later Cink surrendered his life to God and decided to become a Christian.

“Though it took me a few years, the most important lesson I ever learned was that the way to heaven leads directly through Jesus Christ and only through him,” he says.

“My relationship with Christ is now the central part of my life. I am a better father to my two boys. I am a better husband to my wife; and I am a better golfer now that the Lord is walking with me in the fairways and through the rough.

“I’ve always relied on my faith really heavily and have never been afraid to talk about that with people — whether it’s media, friends, whatever. And I really believe that’s the rock I have.

“I’ve been through a lot. Anybody that plays golf out here for a long enough time goes through some ups and downs and I’ve been through both of them. And the one thing I always have with me, whether it’s up or down, is my faith.”


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