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Loren Hedger is Dead

A text message on my phone yesterday gave me this information.

Chances are you have never heard of Loren Hedger, although he lived a long and rich life. I met him in September of 1955 in Tulsa, Oklahoma, where I had enrolled as a student at Apostolic College. I was young. Tender young, for to be exact, I had graduated from high school in May, and had just turned 17 in July.

He was a minister of the gospel, and was one of my instructors. Now, these more than 50 years later, I vividly recall his appearance, his concepts, and most importantly his godly ways. Through the years, Jerry and I have had some contact with him, and in Tulsa, some time ago before his beloved wife, Gladys, succumbed to cancer, we visited again with him–spent several hours talking, reminiscing, and sharing a delightful meal.

Loren Hedger was a handsome man, tall and dark-haired with a readily available smile. His demeanor was soft and tender, but one should not have been fooled by that, for, inwardly he was strong, principled and incorruptible.

Loren came out of such a church denomination as did Martin Luther, and immediately he set to studying the Bible–closely, intently, with a grasping mind and with fervor. During the early days following his conversion, as he was yet holding a secular job, he was so hungry for God and for an understanding of Him that he spent many long nights with God’s Word. Vividly, do I recall his telling of becoming so sleepy, and yet so passionate about his study, that, to help keep him wakeful and stimulated, he would prepare a pan of icy-cold water and place his bare feet there.

This godly passion was apparent in any dealings with this superior man. I would not be surprised to learn that such intense love for God’s Word was transferred to scores of young people who were privileged to “sit at the feet” of Loren Hedger.

I’m using this space today, not only to honor Loren Hedger, but to acknowledge those people who have contributed both to my secular education and to my understanding of The Spirit. I especially want to honor those who, with passion, have told me of life, of God and His principles. I’d like to hear from you also. Is there a teacher or two who has profoundly affected your life? Would you like to name them and give them honor?


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Gigantic Show of Gratitude from France

This is one of those stories whose hearing arouses an exceptional surge of enthusiasm and gratifying goodwill. It hurls high the day, elevating the moment to a superior plane of insight and value. It speaks of brotherhood and kinship and sets aglow the human heart. For the hour, we lay aside disagreements and disappointments, political slants and personal and national agenda.

“The French Will Never Forget” organized an extraordinary gathering of approximately 2500 people in Omaha Beach, Normandy for July 4 th 2007. The crowd formed on the sand the letters of the phrase: “FRANCE WILL NEVER FORGET”, aimed at honoring the fallen American heroes who scarified (sacrificed) their lives to liberate France at the end of WW II.

The Embassy of France has posted stunning pictures and a great deal of information here. I give honor to these people who in such a magnificent way have expressed their gratitude to the United States of America, and who have so honored those who fell in battle in order to liberate France at the end of World War II.


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Zina’s Death is Outrageous

An illegal immigrant–a known sex offender–is being held as a suspect in the murder of this beautiful child, after leading authorities to her grave. Tell me, if you can, why such a person is allowed to remain in our country? Tell me! Why? What possible reason can there be?

Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) officials said Adhahn was convicted in 1990 of first-degree incest ( and that) is the basis for his detention, which should have led to the man’s deportation.

But a search by of the state’s voter registration records shows that Adhahn registered in 2002, and his registration was current.

Court documents state he underwent court-ordered psychological evaluation and was diagnosed with pedophilia as part of the case, the Tacoma News Tribune reported. (from Fox News) more here.

Seventeen years after he was convicted of first degree incest, this illegal alien was still roaming around in our country. Why was he not deported? Why? This is outrageous.

My heart and prayers are with Zina’s family.

Working on her Pappy’s computer and sitting beside me at this moment in DJs rec room, is my 12-year-old granddaughter, Chloe. When I consider such a thing happening to her, a red-hot rage swells in me. Why aren’t our laws enforced? Tell me, why. Something is wrong, drastically wrong.


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A Tribute to Lady Byrd Johnson

Portrait of Lady Bird Johnson

Her name was well-chosen, for from all accounts, Lady Byrd Johnson was the epitome of a lady. Her life of 94 years ended yesterday.

In his press conference this morning, President Bush, emphasized her splendid attitude and demeanor when he said, “Lady Byrd Johnson brought grace to our White House.”

Around the country, others are praising this beautiful woman:

From AP

“Mrs. Johnson became First Lady on a fateful day in November 1963 and was a steady, gentle presence for a mourning Nation in the days that followed.” — President Bush.


“Like all Americans, but especially those of us who call Texas home, we loved Lady Bird …. She made the world beautiful in so many ways, and was beautiful to all of us who knew and loved her.” — Former President George H.W. Bush.


“During her husband’s campaign for the presidency in 1964, she visited cities in the South considered too racially volatile for his presence. She was President Johnson’s full partner in the War on Poverty, including convincing him to implement the Head Start program and serving as its honorary chair.” — Former President Jimmy Carter.


“Lady Bird Johnson was a wonderful first lady and one of the kindest and most caring and compassionate people I’ve ever met in politics. She was a great friend to the Kennedy family, in both good times and bad, and we cherished every moment we spent with her. May God bless her and her entire family.” — Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, D-Mass.


“When our nation called upon Lyndon Johnson to take the oath of office in the face of tragedy he did so with his courageous wife beside him. As First Lady she represented our nation with honor and dignity.” — Former first lady Nancy Reagan.


“She was a dedicated and devoted first lady. Her beautification programs benefited the entire nation. She translated her love for the land and the environment into a lifetime of achievement.” — Former first lady Betty Ford.


“First Lady Johnson epitomized all that was good and right in America. She encouraged the President and the Congress to beautify our highways and by-ways; she was one of the first ecologists that we knew, and she made us better as a people and a nation.” — Former Texas Lt. Gov. Ben Barnes.


“She was a woman of courtesy and courage alike. While her husband, Lyndon, could be brash, she was benevolent. While he could be tough and hard-charging, she epitomized style and grace. Together, they were a formidable pair.” — U.S. Sen. Robert C. Byrd, D-W.V.


“Her support for civil rights helped to ensure that the 1960s were a time of great progress toward the ideal of equality on which our country was founded. Her impact in the fight against poverty and in support of early childhood education in America, through her support for initiatives such as Head Start, endures today.” — House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, D-Calif.


“Lady Bird Johnson embodied all that is beautiful and good about the great state of Texas. She inspired generations of Americans with her graceful strength, unwavering commitment to family and keen sense of social justice.” — Texas Gov. Rick Perry.


“She was one of our most beloved first ladies in our history. She made me proud as a Texan. She showed such class and graciousness. Her lasting legacy will be the beautification she championed.” — U.S. Sen. Kay Bailey Hutchison, R-Texas.

May her family be comforted.


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Of Time and Men

DSC_0033, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

Because of recent circumstances in my life, again I have been reminded of the unpredictability and fleeting nature of our days. Encompassed in those few and simple words is a larger, yes, massive truth; the understanding that at the moment this life ends, our fate is sealed. For with certainty, there will come the final Judgment Day at which time we will stand before God–all of us, everyone, no exception–and there we will give account of our lives here on earth.

I’ve linked here an active World Clock, which by the second ticks off significant developments across our sphere; births, deaths, oil production and the like. To watch these moment -by-moment changes is captivating.

To watch these moment-by-moment changes, though, startles my mind, and turns me again to the understanding of the responsibilities I have, not only for my own soul–which, understand is eternal–but for those with whom I come into contact.

Every word spoken then, may be crucial. Each encounter with a stranger, a friend, or a colleague may be of eternal significance. The selection of songs for worship time, the text chosen for a Bible study, the strength of a hand on a shoulder, a greeting card mailed, the response to a phone call–all these may be of final consequence.

“For we are strangers before thee, and sojourners, as were all our fathers: our days on the earth are as a shadow, and there is none abiding.” 1 Chr. 29:15

“My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle, and are spent without hope. ” Job 7:6

“Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” James 4:14

The link for the World Clock is here.

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A Hole in My Heart–Part III

I don’t talk about it very much, but when I was 12 years old, my mother died. She was 39, and died following the birth of a baby–a little boy named Terry, who also died. There were three of us older ones–my sister who was 10 and my 7-year-old brother. We desperately wanted the baby to survive, and were deeply disappointed that he did not. In retrospect, I believe God was merciful in taking Terry home with my mom, for although we had great plans for caring for him, it would have been very hard for us. I see that now.

The funeral was in our small church which my dad pastored, and I remember that my dad collapsed when the funeral home attendants carried in the casket. My other vivid memories include being hugged by a lot of people, some of whom I did not know, and that I had a feeling of embarrassment, and that I didn’t know what to say, but I felt as though I should say something. My mom was dearly loved and highly respected. Walls of flowers stood on each side of the casket in which lay my mother and baby Terry.

Those thoughts and others rushed to my mind yesterday, as I stood with the Scott family at the private viewing of Tanya. Glenn fairly had to tear fifteen-year-old Shelby from where her mom lay, and as she was led from the room, this beautiful young woman stretched out her arm to Tanya, weeping and calling, “I can’t leave her. My mom doesn’t want me to leave her here.” Shelby’s sister, Shannon, was paper-white in her grief, and appeared on the verge of collapse.
I write of this, not to embarrass these precious people should they read my remarks, but to emphasize how dear–how priceless–is life, but how fleeting and short may be its duration. How fervently must we grasp the flicker of affection for our family and friends, how quickly must we shed the ugly feelings of anger, deprivation, abandonment and mistrust.

Balm is for the taking, and healing will attend the dreaded holes in our hearts.


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