"Victorious Voices" #7 July 21, 2000
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"Weekly Chatter with CWOW" - From the leaders

Ladies, I've been swamped this week so I don't really have any news to share!  I am Director of one of Nineteen Backyard Bible Clubs that my church is doing this week so my evenings and much of my days have been spent with that!  We are doing our BBC at an apartment building.  Like I said, my church has 19 of them going on simultaneously!!!  There are some really sweet children at the one I'm directing and they are having a really great time learning about Christ!

Also, I want to apologize for there not being a leader interview this week.  Shenna e-mailed me two or three days ago about it and I didn't even get a chance to check my cwow mail til this morning.  I am really busy right now and would appreciate your prayers.  I've been asked to be director of our Women on Mission group at church but I just don't feel like I can do the job justice so I told them I couldn't accept it.  I feel bad though because noone else is accepting either so I may end up at least attempting to do it.  We only meet once a month so it wouldn't be too terribly bad and it is a much needed position so I'm still considering it and praying about it.

Also, I apologize to anyone who has e-mailed me and not gotten a response yet.  Hang in there, I'll get to your e-mail as soon as possible.  If you don't hear from me within a few days, feel free to e-mail me again *S*

Til next time!!!

Your sister in Christ!!!


Hello everyone, Just praying that you've all been having a great summer and that you have seen God moving well within your lives.

God Bless,


Apple of Gold   (Great   Christian   Sites)

Here is a site from Glennette:   http://www.biblestudyguide.org

Do you enjoy music?  The Cyber Hymnal is a wonderful place to find some beautiful hymns for your site. 
The url is: http://tch.simplenet.com/index.htm#lk


A TOUCH OF HEART  -   From   Your   Sisters   in   Christ

From:   Tanya
Email:   TAN-PENN@webtv.net

I would like to share this with all of cwow and I am requesting that it be sent as an entry to our weekly.  It is one of the most moving things I have read in a long time.



"One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do she died leaving us with a tiny premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive, as we had no incubator.

(We had no electricity to run an incubator.)

We also had no special feeding facilities.

Although we lived on the equator, nights were often chilly with treacherous drafts. One student midwife went for the box we had for such babies and the cotton wool the baby would be wrapped in.

Another went to stoke up the fire and fill a hot water bottle. She came back shortly in distress to tell me that in filling the bottle, it had burst. Rubber perishes easily in tropical climates "And it is our last hot water bottle!" she exclaimed.

As in the West it is no good crying over spilled milk, so in Central Africa it might be considered no good crying over burst water bottles.

They do not grow on trees, and there are no drugstores down forest pathways.

"All right," I said, "Put the baby as near the fire as you safely can, and sleep between the baby and the door to keep it free from drafts.

"Your job is to keep the baby warm."

The following noon, as I did most days, I went to have prayers with any of the orphanage children who chose to gather with me. I gave the youngsters various suggestions of things to pray about and told them about the tiny baby. I explained our problem about keeping the baby warm enough, mentioning the hot water bottle. The baby could so easily die if it got chills.

I also told them of the two-year-old sister, crying because her mother had died. During the prayer time, one ten-year-old girl, Ruth, prayed with the usual blunt conciseness of our African children. "Please, God," she prayed, "Send us a water bottle. It'll be no good tomorrow, God, as the baby will be dead, so please send it this afternoon."

While I gasped inwardly at the audacity of the prayer, she added by way of a corollary, "And while You are about it, would You please send a dolly for the little girl so she'll know You really love her?"

As often with children's prayers, I was put on the spot. Could I honestly say, " Amen?" I just did not believe that God could do this.

Oh, yes, I know that He can do everything. The Bible says so. But there are limits, aren't there?

The only way God could answer this particular prayer would be by sending me a parcel from the homeland. I had been in Africa for almost four years at that time, and I had never, ever received a parcel from home. Anyway, if anyone did send me a parcel, who would put in a hot water bottle? I lived on the equator!

Halfway through the afternoon, while I was teaching in the nurses' training school, a message was sent that there was a car at my front door. By the time I reached home, the car had gone, but there, on the verandah, was a large twenty-two pound parcel. l felt tears pricking my eyes. I could not open the parcel alone, so I sent for the orphanage children.

Together we pulled off the string, carefully undoing each knot. We folded the paper, taking care not to tear it unduly. Excitement was mounting.

Some thirty or forty pairs of eyes were focused on the large cardboard box.

From the top, I lifted out brightly colored, knitted jerseys. Eyes sparkled as I gave them out. Then there were the knitted bandages for the leprosy patients, and the children looked a little bored. Then came a box of mixed raisins and sultanas-that would make a nice batch of buns for the weekend. Then, as I put my hand in again, I felt the...could it really be? I grasped it and pulled it out-yes, a brand-new, rubber hot water bottle!

I cried. I had not asked God to send it; I had not truly believed that He could. Ruth was in the front row of the children. She rushed forward, crying out, "If God has sent the bottle, He must have sent the dolly, too!" Rummaging down to the bottom of the box, she pulled out the small, beautifully dressed dolly. Her eyes shone! She had never doubted.

Looking up at me, she asked: "Can I go over with you, Mummy, and give this dolly to that little girl, so she'll know that Jesus really loves her?"

That parcel had been on the way for five whole months. Packed up by my former Sunday school class, whose leader had heard and obeyed God's prompting to send a hot water bottle, even to the equator.

And one of the girls had put in a dolly for an African child-five months before-in answer to the believing prayer of a ten-year-old to bring it "that afternoon."

"Before they call, I will answer!" Isaiah 65:24"

Live as if Christ died yesterday, arose this morning, and is coming back tomorrow.

Author Unknown


From:   Jan Donald
Email:  MamaBlueJ@aol.com

Nancze, Here is something you might like to put in newsletter.  I received it  from my Pastor who received it from another church member.  As far as I can tell there was no author listed so I added "Author Unknown at
bottom.  I thought it was a pretty powerful and truthful statement.   

Thanks,  Jan Donald


He is the First and Last, the Beginning and the End!
He is the keeper of Creation and the Creator of all!
He is the Architect of the universe and the Manager of all times.
He always was, He always is, and He always will be... Unmoved,
Unchanged, Undefeated, and never Undone!
He was bruised and brought healing!
He was pierced and eased pain!
He was persecuted and brought freedom!
He was dead and brought life!

He is risen and brings power!
He reigns and brings Peace!
The world can't understand him,
The armies can't defeat Him,
The schools can't explain Him, and The leaders can't ignore Him.
Herod couldn't kill Him,
The Pharisees couldn't confuse Him, and The people couldn't hold Him!
Nero couldn't crush Him,
Hitler couldn't silence Him,

The New Age can't replace Him, and Donahue can't explain Him away!
He is light, love, longevity, and Lord.
He is goodness, Kindness, Gentleness, and God.
He is Holy, Righteous, mighty, powerful, and pure.
His ways are right,
His word is eternal, His will is unchanging, and His mind is on me.
He is my Redeemer,
He is my Savior,
He is my guide, and
He is my peace!
He is my Joy,
He is my comfort,
He is my Lord, and
He rules my life!

I serve Him because His bond is love, His burden is light, and His
goal for me is abundant life.
I follow Him because He is the wisdom of the wise, the power of the
powerful, the ancient of days, the ruler of rulers, the leader of
leaders, the overseer of the overcomers, and the sovereign Lord of all
that was and is and is to come.

And if that seems impressive to you, try this for size.
His goal is a relationship with ME! He will never leave me, never
forsake me, never mislead me, never forget me, never overlook me, and
never cancel my appointment in His appointment book!
When I fall, He lifts me up!
When I fail, He forgives!
When I am weak, He is strong!
When I am lost, He is the way!
When I am afraid, He is my courage!
When I stumble, He steadies me!
When I am hurt, He heals me!
When I am broken, He mends me!
When I am blind, He leads me!
When I am hungry, He feeds me!
When I face trials, He is with me!
When I face persecution, He shields me!
When I face problems, He comforts me!
When I face loss, He provides for me!
When I face Death, He carries me Home!

He is everything for everybody, everywhere, every time, and every way.
He is God, He is faithful.
I am His, and He is mine!
My Father in heaven can whip the father of this world. So, if you're
wondering why I feel so secure, understand this... He said it and that
settles it.
God is in control, I am on His side, and that means all is well with
my soul.

Everyday is a blessing for GOD Is!

(Author Unknown)


From:   Melanie
Email:   thecooks@hitter.net

Hi, everyone,

I just recently became a member of CWOW and am so very overwhelmed with all the welcomes I've received in the form of e-mails and cards. My computer crashed last week and we just received our new one (it even has sound!) so I'm like a kid with a new toy.  I tried to thank you all for your kind welcomes as I checked my e-mail at friend's computers but I know I've missed some of you and, of course, I lost all the e-mails on my old computer.  Again thanks to all of you for welcoming me.

Love in Jesus,

From:   Cathy
Email:   mkcathy@pacbell.net

After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor once again slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and gave a very brief introduction of his childhood friend. With that, an elderly man stepped
up to the pulpit to speak, "A father, his son, and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific Coast," he began, "when a fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore. The waves were so high, that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright, and the three
were swept into the ocean."

The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat interested in his story. He continued, "Grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life...to which boy he would throw the other end of the line. He only had seconds to make the decision. The father knew his son was a Christian, and he also knew that his son's friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves. As the father
yelled out, 'I love you, son!', he threw the line to his son's friend.  By the time he pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beyond the raging swells into the black of night. His body was
never recovered."

This time, the two teenagers were sitting straighter in the pew, waiting for the next words to come out of the old man's mouth.  "The father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus, and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son. How great is the love of God that He should do the same for us." With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. 

Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers were at the old man's side. "That was a nice story," politely started one of the boys, "but I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up his son's life
in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian."

"Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at his worn Bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, and he once again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very realistic, is it?  But, I'm
standing here today to tell you that THAT story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for me. You see .... I was the son's friend."

Remember ... If you've never met me, you haven't missed anything.  But ... if you've never met Jesus, you've missed EVERYTHING!



From:   Dawn
Email:   Saaaved@aol.com


My son, Lincoln, and I had been to the town of Frankemuth, Michigan, to fish. He was about eleven at the time. The town is only about fifty miles from Flint, where we lived. The Clinton River is dammed there, and the Lake Huron salmon collect below the dam.  We drove over right after school, hoping to fish a couple of hours before dark. It was late fall. When we headed home, after a very successful  trip, it was cold and dark. We were speeding along a narrow, twisting country road, when suddenly, my headlights revealed a white  uscovy duck in the middle of the road. I can't imagine what it was doing in the road at that time of night. I thought ducks were like chickens and went to sleep as soon as it got dark - and this one should have. I was going much too fast to swerve, and there was no time to stop. I heard the sickening whack and crunch of the duck hitting the underside of the car repeatedly.

It isn't easy to explain my next action - in fact it's a little embarrassing - but I have to try, or I can't tell the rest of the story.

You need to know me personally, and you need to understand the way I was  brought up. In my family - Nothing was ever wasted - it was a sin to waste.

I turned around and went back to pick up the duck so we could take it home and eat it. It was lying in a heap, sprawled out in obvious death in the middle of ten thousand feathers. I pulled up alongside, reached out my
door, picked up the duck, laid it on the floor behind my seat, and headed home once again. I was driving a compact car. It was an Opel with bucket seats.

Lincoln was very quiet as we drove, but completely alert. Normally, he would have been sound asleep after such a day, but the incident with the duck had totally captured his imagination. I noticed that he kept looking behind my seat. A few minutes later, he said, "Dad, do ducks have souls?"

"No, Son, ducks don't have souls."

"What happens to a duck when it dies?"

"We eat it."

"I mean, where does it go? What happens to a duck when it dies?"

"We eat it. It doesn't go anywhere. It just isn't anymore."

"Oh." He thought for a few minutes and then he said, "Dad, is it okay to pray for a duck?"

"I guess so, but why would you want to?"

"I feel sorry for it."

He lapsed into a thoughtful silence, and I assumed that he was praying.  He kept his eyes on the duck, and a few minutes later he spoke again.


"What, Son?"

"God just answered my prayer; that duck's alive."

"God doesn't do things like that anymore. The duck is dead."

A few minutes passed.

"Dad? Why doesn't God do things like that anymore?"

"Because the age of miracles ceased when the apostle John died."

"Dad, are you sure of that? The duck is alive. I just saw it move."

"No, Son, the duck may have moved from the motion of the car, but that duck is not alive. I know you feel sorry for the duck, and I do, too, and I know you prayed for the duck; but we have to learn to accept bad things in life. The duck is dead. You heard it hit the car, didn't you?"

"Yes, but, Dad, the duck just moved again, and it's not the motion of the car. It's looking right at me."

"Son, this has gone far enough. You mustn't allow your imagination to run away with you. I've told you that the duck is dead. It is dead! No amount of wishful thinking can bring it back. Trust me. I'm your father, and
when I tell you that the duck is dead, you can believe me. The--duck--is--dead! Now, I don't want to hear any more about that duck; do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir."


"What was that noise?"

"I think it was the dead duck, Dad."

I turned around, and sure enough, there was the duck, standing up and looking rather puzzled by its new surroundings.

"Son," I said, "the age of miracles just started again, because that duck was dead!"

We took it home, fed it, found a marvelous place for it to stay--in our swimming pool, which was closed for winter anyway--and we named her (I guess it was a her) Gertrude. About a month later we went back to
Frankenmuth. We took Gertrude and released her as near to the spot where we had found her as possible and went on our way.

I learned a lesson from Gertrude the duck that day. I learned that I'm not always right. I learned that older isn't always wiser; I learned that sometimes we allow our presuppositions to override obvious facts; and I
learned that if I insist on being right and won't even listen to another point of view, I might be forced to acknowledge my fallibility by a loud "Quack" of reality.

The next time you feel compelled to stand your ground, no matter the facts, just remember Gertrude the duck, and relax a little. Learn the grace of laughing at yourself. It really isn't so bad to admit that
you're wrong--once in a while.

by John William Smith (c) 1997,
Excerpted from "Hugs to Encourage and Inspire,"


From:   Doreen
Email:   ijslam@cableinet.co.uk

Hi Ladies... I am new to this group... and I have had loads of welcome letters from you all... Would like to say thank you from myself and Victoria...  I have tried to answer each one personally.. if I have missed anyone.. Well, thank you for caring enough to welcome us.

I still do not realy understand what this group is for... but thought I might just introduce myself and ask for your prayers.  I am Doreen, and live with my husband Brian.  I suffer from Osteo Arthritis and am        almost housebound... I do get out by taxi occassionaly... so not completley a prisoner...LOL  My husband Brian suffers from Dementia.. and I am his main carer... He also has had one severe heart attack..       so needs constant care... and I need a huge supply of patience!!!!

So if the Holy Spirit nudges you.. please remember us in your prayers!!!

I am sure I am going to appreciate all my new friends in this group... My Christian friends are what keeps me sane!!!!  Feel free to email me at any time... look forward to getting to know some of you... and sharing in our wonderful Saviour and Lord...


Member Birthday's and Anniversary's

There are some coming up next week so be prepared to send them those Happy Wishes.  :-)




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God Bless You ALL!!!!!!!!!

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