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Escaped by the “Skin of Their Teeth”

Amazing. Today I learned of two incredible escapes from almost certain death and destruction


TOKYO — A China Airlines jet exploded into flames at an airport in Okinawa after arriving from Taiwan on Monday, but all 165 people aboard escaped alive, officials said. Police said terrorism was not suspected.

All 157 passengers — including two small children— fled the Boeing 737 unhurt on inflated emergency slides just minutes before the plane burst into a fireball, Transport Ministry official Akihiko Tamura told reporters.

Look at that picture. Amazingly, no one was hurt.

As we sat at lunch today with people from our church, Janey told us that one of her relatives–a nephew, I believe–was part of the crew that is still missing deep inside the mine in Utah. The Monday of the accident, he had taken the day off.

Sad and gripping stories abound. Mixed in with death and dying scenarios, though, are happy accounts. Have you thought much about such escapes as these? Did God cause Janey’s relative to have that particular day off? If we answer yes, I suppose we must question God’s plans for the others–the ones who are missing. Can it be that God would spare one of the crew, and deliberately leave the others as the mine crashed in on them? Or is it chance? Mere chance? Huh? What do you think?


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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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Two Faces of Today

Congregation at Tonya’s Funeral, originally uploaded by Shirley Buxton.

The services for Tonya began at 11:00, and it is not accurate to describe the crowd as being “standing-room only,” for in the auditorium, there was no more room even to stand. All the pews were filled, and down the entire length of each side aisle stood people. Many people must sit in the lobby, but even though they could not see, they were able to hear the entire service through speakers that were situated there.

Not only did the enormity of the crowd pay tribute to the sterling woman that Tonya was, but many family and friends, with choking voices and streaming eyes, stood at the podium to voice their affection and respect. All three of her charming children spoke of their love and regard for their mother.


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Jerry’s ministry concluded the service. He spoke wonderfully well, bringing comfort and hope through the powerful and blessed Word of God.

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And now has come a new face to the day: June 27th is our wedding anniversary, and today we celebrate our 51st. We did not attend the reception a friend was sponsoring for Tonya, but we went out to eat with Mike, his family and some of his employees. He snapped our picture.

A few minutes ago, here in the rec hall, a delivery man opened the door to the office. “Shirley Buxton. I have flowers for Shirley Buxton.”

“She’s right here,” Jennifer replied.

Into my possession were delivered a dozen deep red roses. Guess who sent them? Yep, my sweet hubby. Special, huh?

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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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