Bridge Over Troubles Waters by Jimmie Scott

Romans 5:9-10 New International Version (NIV)

Since we have now been justified by his blood, how much more shall we be saved from God’s wrath through him! 10 For if, while we were God’s enemies, we were reconciled to him through the death of his Son, how much more, having been reconciled, shall we be saved through his life!


How much more can we be saved? Is there more justification than the blood of Jesus? God planned the only solution of our salvation. He gave all His Love, His only Son, Jesus. There is no boundary. God is Love.


How would we tell a child? How can be simply share the understanding of His uncondtional Love.


My daughters needed to learn right from wrong. They had to experience what sin is. When that time happened, He let my spirit know. My chastisement of their wrongness usually caused tears of admissible sin. I hugged them in His forgiving love. Gently I held their head to look at my eyes and say, “There is someone who will always love and forgive you more.” They would shake their head no, not believing yet.


This is the time for God’s Word. I read the Bible about God’s love for His children. How Jesus died for them. This is how He forgave the sin they just did. (John 3:16)

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, so that whoever believeth in Him, shall not perish but have ever lasting life.”


To make a better understanding of His eternal Love, I asked them to listen to my heart. “Thump thump”, they would say. “Yes, I would tell them. That is the sound of Holy Spirit within me and He has carried my “thump love” in my new life with Jesus.” (the heart has two different, S1 and S2 sounds, I call them “thump love”.) I would read:

Psalm 8:2 New International Version (NIV)

Through the praise of children and infants
you have established a stronghold against your enemies,
to silence the foe and the avenger.

I would tell them; “Now, you know what sin is. This is when Jesus will save you. All you have to do is ask Jesus to come into your life. You will be forever His child and forgiven of all your sins. Forever is like sun, moon, and stars we see”. They would smile and say, “Yes, Mommy, I want Him to stay in my life”. So, we prayed, we prayed the most precious prayer of their life. “Dear Jesus, I know you died on the cross for my sins. I ask you to forgive me, to be my Lord and Savior all my life. I want to know you forever. Thank you, dear Jesus for loving me.”


I happen to have a stethoscope, and let them hear their own thump love. “See, I said, Jesus is in you now”. They would jump up and dance around singing. “Jesus loves me”. (I taught them that song from early childhood.)


How much more? There is no more. Jesus paid with everything God needed. He was no longer separated from us.   Jesus came in the flesh to cover our sins at the cross.


A few years ago I asked Jesus a question. (He likes our questions.) My question was, “How many more blessings are there? You have given me so many, there must be a limit.” God’s answer is written below:

Ezekiel 34:26 New International Version (NIV)

26 I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing.[a] I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.


God is telling us that He showers us in blessings. There is no ending there is no limit. He does not charge us interest in our relationship with Him.



By Joan Allen Pfeiffer


How much more,

Will there be wars?

How much more,

Struggle at the oars?


How much more,

Could God display?

How much more,

When we pray?


How much more,

Could Jesus pay?

There is no more,

His Love will stay.


Jesus paid it all for our sins.






By Pastor Dan

I contacted Pastor Dan, a wonderful man of God. Years ago I visited him in my hometown church. The message that Sunday clasped the tightness of grief away from my heart. I have shared it with others, and now have received permission from him to share it publicly. I will protect his full identity from others who do not share in these beliefs.

About a year after one of my loved ones dies, I usually have a dream. I call it the “resurrection dream.” In the dream, the real life happenings leading up to the person’s death get reviewed.

‘But, I thought you had a stroke and were in a nursing home.’

‘But, I thought you dropped dead of a heart attack.’

‘But, I thought you were run over by a drunk driver.’

‘But, I thought you were thrown from the vehicle.’

And the person who was dead tells me, “It was a mistake. I am alive, and I’m ok.” And in the dream they are concretely alive. I can see their person. I can hear his or her voice. I can touch them like I used to. I am always confused, relieved, mystified, apprehensive, joyful….all at once. But I awake in peace. The dream always unlocks something for me, sending me on my way toward life after death.

I always think there must be some archetypal truth to that dream. I always hope that there is some kind of universal truth of the human experience of resurrection in it. When I read the post-resurrection appearance stories like Jesus’ encounter with Thomas, I do so from a vantage point of one who has lived through the trauma of parting. I do so as one who has been confused, apprehensive, and relieved. I do so as one who has lived in the joyful mystery that somehow, someway, the power of life outlives the power of death.

In post-resurrection appearance stories, I always imagine that the disciples go through something like I do in my ‘resurrection dream’. It doesn’t take much to conjure up an understanding of their confusion, their apprehension, their polarities of sadness and joy as they mourn the end of the three years of ministry with Jesus, the three days of conflict and loss, and now deal with the ambiguity of a rising.

The fact is; they were touched by this Jesus….they bought into the things He said and the way He lived. They had experienced in Him the way the world ought to be. They walked with Him in His life, in His work, and in His suffering and death albeit in varying degrees of admirability. No matter how we scrutinize their behavior, they were there with Him through it in some degree of proximity.

So there they were in today’s story, alone but together, fearful, hiding in a locked up room on the night of the first Easter Sunday. They undoubtedly were trying to process the fast events of those days that were like a dream, nay, a nightmare, while they also lived in fear over what was next. “What was I thinking”? “If I’d have only done this instead of that!” “Where did the body go? Is He really risen from the dead?” “What’s going to happen to us?”

It was then that Jesus came to them, as they hid, locked in fear. The power of the resurrection began to shine forth for them when they saw their beloved Lord and they hear His voice saying, “Peace be with you.” He once again became a reality for them when he let them touch the wounds in His hands and side and breathed on them the Holy Spirit. Jesus unlocked for them the paschal mystery in which they had been participating. He was unlocking them in order to set them on course toward new life. And He did so by reminding them of their orientation to His way of life that they bought into: “As the father has sent me, so I send you. If you forgive the sins of any, they are forgiven them; if you retain the sins of any they are retained.”

I always think it must have been like a dream; like a quiet, amazing, beautiful, real, intimate dream Jesus quietly arose and began appearing to the people He had chosen to live His way of life, and carry out His mission. It must have been like a dream that, in a finite way, points to a reality that is so awesome, so moving, so profound, and so infinite.

The stark contrast between the finite and the infinite was exactly Thomas’ problem, and it’s a reasonable problem. Thomas, like any of us who were not there, as much as said, “I don’t get it. Y’all are nuts…going around talking about seeing Jesus alive. Unless I see I cannot believe.”

And in case we didn’t get the boundless character of Jesus in the first appearance to the disciples, we can’t help but to get it when Jesus appeared to Thomas. Not bound by death and the grave, not bound by fear and locked doors, not bound by even time and space, Jesus came back again for Thomas. “Peace be with you, “ Jesus said to Thomas, “Put your finger here and see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it in my side. Do not doubt, but believe.”

At that moment, Jesus gave Thomas exactly what he needed for faith. The finite and the infinite converged. The bound became unbound. The locked became the unlocked. And Thomas uttered that moving faith declaration, “My Lord and My God!” And it echoes down through the centuries to us, who have not seen and yet believe.

As for the disciples on that first Easter night, form our perspective all these centuries later, the resurrection sometimes seems like half-dream and half-reality; half finite and half infinite. But the fact of the matter is that we live on this side of it and in its power. We are literally affected by Christ’s boundlessness to time and space. We live deeply, concretely in His real presence at our core and that does something good to our daily lives. It makes us rise.

So, do not doubt, but believe.

John 20:19-29New International Version (NIV)

Jesus Appears to His Disciples

19 On the evening of that first day of the week, when the disciples were together, with the doors locked for fear of the Jewish leaders, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” 20 After he said this, he showed them his hands and side. The disciples were overjoyed when they saw the Lord.

21 Again Jesus said, “Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.” 22 And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit. 23 If you forgive anyone’s sins, their sins are forgiven; if you do not forgive them, they are not forgiven.”

Jesus Appears to Thomas

24 Now Thomas (also known as Didymus[a]), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. 25 So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!”

But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”

26 A week later his disciples were in the house again, and Thomas was with them. Though the doors were locked, Jesus came and stood among them and said, “Peace be with you!” 27 Then he said to Thomas, “Put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.”

28 Thomas said to him, “My Lord and my God!”

29 Then Jesus told him, “Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.”

In my own understanding of Pastor Dan’s message, I am risen. Yes, I will admit that I too have had those “resurrection dreams.” I am not the only one who has besides him. Where is that cord that connects the finite to the infinite in Jesus? Faith to believe.


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This is my Fathers House picture

Thy Loving Kindness Is Better Than Life

Psalm 63:3 – 4 KJV

 “Because thy loving kindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee, thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name.”



Oh, how I love this song. During my years at Bible College, our choir was taught this beautiful hymn. We sang it all over Arizona. From Flagstaff up north, all they way down to Bisbee, this song blessed so many churches.

My favorite place, however, was in Sedona. There in Sedona is a beautiful Chapel with special acoustics marbled into it. This song reverberated again and again. The result to me, sounded like angels singing.



By St. Augustine

It has the hands to help others.

It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy.

It has the eyes to see misery and want.

It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men.

That is what Love looks like.


A great description of what loving kindness is like. St. Augustine wrote this between 354 AD and 450 AD. I think he must have read the above verse.


Lord, when did we see thee hungry…

Or thirsty…

A stranger…

Or naked…

Or in prison?

I think this is Loving kindness simply said. Walk humbly with your God.


A 505 foot by 255 foot American Flag was flown from the downstream face of the dam. The flag weighed 3,000 pounds and was hoisted by three separate cables located at the top of the dam. The flying of the flag was part of a ceremony in which the 1996 Summer Olympic torch, on its way to Atlanta, Georgia, was carried across Hoover Dam.
A 505 foot by 255 foot American Flag was flown from the downstream face of the dam. The flag weighed 3,000 pounds and was hoisted by three separate cables located at the top of the dam. The flying of the flag was part of a ceremony in which the 1996 Summer Olympic torch, on its way to Atlanta, Georgia, was carried across Hoover Dam.


Today, 15 years ago now, people still ask where were you on September 11, 2001. Where was I? I was living in Maryland at the time, 17 miles from Washington D.C.

At that time, my husband and I owned a small auto repair shop. As usual, we had several appointments in the early morning, and the television was on. Our customers would sit having coffee and watch the news. I was always behind the counter.

One of our customers said, “Oh my God, a plane just hit the World Trade Center.” I turned from the counter to see the television. We all were thinking this was just an unfortunate experience. As the news continued to show the smoking building, another plane hit the other tower. It was then decided by everyone in the room, we were under attack. The United States of America was being attacked.

Shock, is not the total evaluation of this immense violation. The question in everyone’s mind became, “Now what? What is next? Where do we go that is safe? Should we stay here, go home, go to our children’s school, call our loved ones?” On and on these questions were being asked. Then….then the Pentagon was hit.


I had an ensign in our office waiting for his car. He immediately picked up his cell phone attempting to call his office. His phone did not work. There was nothing but static.

I handed him my Nextel phone. He tried it, and got through. His office had been hit. He did not know who was injured. They told him to stay where he was.

We were located between Andrews Air Force Base and the Patuxent Naval Base. Normally we heard the military jets flying over the area. Then, that sound left us. There was an eerie silence.

Our first thoughts were about the President. Where is President Bush? He needs to be safe so the country can still stay under command and order.

He was shown to be in a school with children. He was reading to them. Sitting quietly in a chair, a man came up to him and handed a note. President Bush just quietly looked at it, with a bit of a flinch appearing in his eyes. Then he quietly and eloquently pardoned his need to leave.

The governor of Maryland came on the news. He was almost choking when he spoke. All retail businesses not considered necessary were to close. He told us to drive home and stay there. All the schools were evacuated and parents took their children home.

Washington D.C. became a war defense appearing. There was complete chaos to get the firefighters, police, and the military at the Pentagon. Many people were doing that stomp of a cattle drive.

The National Guard was ordered to protect the Pennsylvania Street around the White House and the city. Traffic was stopped in many areas. People abandoned their cars after the news announced a fourth plane crashed in the state of Pennsylvania. The news was a plane in Pennsylvania had been rerouted.  The destination was headed straight for Washington D.C.  A massive fear grew feverishly.

That is where I was on 9/11/2001.  My husband and I felt like we were in a center of the bulls-eye for this attack. Our children were at home with us. The television was on constantly.  My neighborhood was busily checking on everyone. I had knocked on our neighbors door.  Phones were still not working. The husband was an Air Force Pilot stationed at the Pentagon. His wife had not heard from him.  Later he arrived home very tired and worn.

Our neighbors further down had a grand-daughter we knew. She was one of our customers on a regular basis. Mr. Stone was concerned since no one had heard from her or her fiancé.  They were both Naval Ensigns assigned in the targeted office of the Pentagon.

The Pilot lived, the two young people died. Their funeral service was filled outside the doors of the church. The parents of the couple decided to bury side by side. They were to be married in the next month. The 21-Gun Salute and the bugle playing TAPS was surrounded in silence. The mourners pressed their hands over their hearts. Their eyes were fixed on the America Flags draping their caskets. They were only 21 years old.

Over the following days, weeks, and months, the world changed immensely. There was no hatred between our political officials.   Everyone was flying flags in their yards, on their cars, and anywhere there was space. All retail stores were running out of the American Flag.  I flew my father’s flag presented to me at his memorial service. I knew he would want me to.

NATO was on the positive side for all the countries. So many people in the towers were from other countries, not just America. They had experienced loss as well. For that short shearing time of shared grief, the world stood in love together.

Our country was singing every song they could in patriotism. There were new and old songs alike. Every item in red, white, and blue became the number one in sales. Yes in the singing, even Congress sang on the steps of our Capitol Building in unison.







Where were you? Serving our country? Many today were in school as a young American learning history. We are still in “His Story”, there is more coming our way. God has told us what to expect in His Holy Bible. We should be ready and waiting for the next plan of His.





Many people around our country of America have forgotten not only our attack, but how many others were also attacked that day. Good or bad, right or wrong, painful or pleasant, all history is to be remembered. When we forget, there is that canon that is readied at the wrong end. Who is our enemy?


1 Peter 5:8-11 The Message (MSG)

He Gets the Last Word/Believe Jesus Gets The Last Word

8-11 Keep a cool head. Stay alert. The Devil is poised to pounce, and would like nothing better than to catch you napping. Keep your guard up. You’re not the only ones plunged into these hard times. It’s the same with Christians all over the world. So keep a firm grip on the faith. The suffering won’t last forever. It won’t be long before this generous God who has great plans for us in Christ—eternal and glorious plans they are!—will have you put together and on your feet for good. He gets the last word; yes, he does.

The Message (MSG)