This book was cooked in the cauldron of an active life. No Ivory Tower studiousness here! Like a good Cajun Gumbo, the ingredients come from many facets of life. Family relationships, ministry, health and illness, birth and death, joy and depression, success and pathos are all ingredients in our lives. The roux is our relationship with our Creator. Christianity is simply the relationship between our Heavenly Father and people. The Good News is simple, fishermen and commonfolk have often understood that better than scholars. Master chefs can make haute cuisine, but for me nothing beats good old country cooking. Theologians are master chefs. I'm a fisherman. My recipe for life is found in this book. God is good. He loves you. Love God,and love people. Use this recipe and enjoy life with God.
Brother Belt, The Country Preacher, That we met beside the road. We stopped outside his tent one day, Such blessing to behold. We met his five teens and his wife, So precious in God's sight. He share the Book of Life with us, And told us about his life. The miracles God had performed, For this hillbilly preacher man. He saved his soul and placed his feet, Upon the Rock to stand. Night and day, he lived for Christ, To set the captives free. The love of Christ, shines through his life, With humbleness to Thee. We thank you, God, that we can be, A part of your great plan. Singing in revivals with this precious, Hillbilly preacher man. He has the burden for lost souls, He meets throughout the land. This humble, hillbilly preacher, Upon the Word he stands. By Rainie M. Miller.I didn't come from a Christian home. Dad would black Mom's eye now and then. Whenever he really got drunk, he would try to kill me. I know, now, that God had a call on my life from the time I was born. Satan knew this, too, because many times he tried to end this ministry - - even before it started! One time, I remember, Dad was drunk and madder than usual. I was only a kid, but I loaded my brother's gun and went down to the creek bank. I lay there with that gun positioned to shoot my own dad, if he found where I was hiding. I prayed, "Oh, God, don't let Dad come. I don't want to shoot him." I was born April 24, 1944, in Greenup County, Kentucky, up George Trockter's Hollow. My parents were Estill and Ruth Ann Allen Belt. I was the seventh child. Seven is God's perfect number and I feel good about that. Soon we moved to Mt. Clemens, Michigan. Dad had always been a house painter, but there he, worked for the Hudson Automobile Factory. After work, he played guitar at a couple of honkey tonks. One day, while riding the public bus, a woman looked at me in Mom's arms. She said, "This child will be a preacher." Mom never forgot this, but as the years went by, it seemed to her that I would never amount to anything, let alone a preacher. I didn't talk until I was three. A Cousin hurt me. I jabbered tattling to Mom. She was fed up with me not talking and spanked me. I started talking and haven't shut up yet! It was in Michigan that I fell through the ice. My brothers Estes and Edward and my cousin, Helen, and I saw an airplane crash. We heard the fire trucks and life squad. We ran toward the accident, across the field and over an icy pond. The ice broke and I fell in. It was zero weather, but they were able to get me out. Satan had been stopped in his tracks to take my life. Later, we moved to New Richmond, Ohio, across the river from Kentucky. When Mom got a job at Ball Cranks in Cincinnati, we had a better life. But she had her hands fuller than ever, then. Mom would read us Bible stories and send us to Sunday School, some. I hated school and really made my teachers earn their pay. I was the class clown and always misbehaved. I liked to tell the class funny stories. The kids would laugh, not only at my story, but at my stuttering and speech problems, too. Sometimes, they would ask me to say a word that I couldn't pronounce, so they could laugh. I went along with it. It was attention and that's what I wanted. A better way to get attention was art. I painted pictures and the PTA sold them. I also made a big papier-mâché dummy for the class play and called it the Man on the Flying Trapeze. I swept a barbershop to get hair for it. The school kept it for years. I failed grades, so many times, because I didn't take learning seriously. Mom would try to help me, but I was so far behind and was discouraged, easily. I quit school in the fifth grade. I figure I have a second grade reading level. To bring some peace to the class, the teacher would sit me out in the hall. That was fine with me! As soon as she went back into the classroom, I would get up and walk out of the building.
Here is a small book with the Maxims of Brother Lawrence. The book is set up so that you can absorb these maxims with short, easy readings each day over the course of one month, allowing you ample time to reflect and meditate upon each maxim.
Included in this collection are two different translations of The Practice and Presence of God, The Spiritual Maxims of Brother Lawrence, and a short Biography of Brother Lawrence. The Practice and Presence of God is one of the most beautiful and touching stories of Christian devotion ever written. Brother Lawrence was a Carmelite Brother known for his profound peace and deep relationship with God; many came to seek spiritual guidance from him. The wisdom that he passed on to them, in conversations and in letters, would later become the basis for the book. These two translations will help the reader find a more complete understanding of this wonderful and enduring story. The Spiritual Maxims of Brother Lawrence are beautifully spiritual teachings that can help anyone have a closer relationship with God. And the short biography that closes out the books offer a fascinating glimpse into the life of Brother Lawrence.
In this latest adventure, Brother James goes to Scotland, invited to solve a mystery centered on the question "What Part does the MIND of Man play in the war between good and evil"? A fascinating journey into the unknown of Psychology.
This book was cooked in the cauldron of an active life. No Ivory Tower studiousness here! Like a good Cajun Gumbo, the ingredients come from many facets of life. Family relationships, ministry, health and illness, birth and death, joy and depression, success and pathos are all ingredients in our lives. The roux is our relationship with our Creator. Christianity is simply the relationship between our Heavenly Father and people. The Good News is simple, fishermen and commonfolk have often understood that better than scholars. Master chefs can make haute cuisine, but for me nothing beats good old country cooking. Theologians are master chefs. I'm a fisherman. My recipe for life is found in this book. God is good. He loves you. Love God,and love people. Use this recipe and enjoy life with God.
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