Dear KKIM family,
May the Strength of the Lord be with you and yours forever and ever!
Please read this cup all the way through,a very special Easter story at the end of this post.
May you and yours have a blessed Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
On Eater morning in the year 1992 my Dad, Wally Moede, passed away, age 64, at 3am. Dad had just filed his retirement papers. I remember that when Pastor Zeh came to the house to comfort my Mom Easter morning there was an Easter Lilly on the table by the window in the living room….and as Pastor Zeh and Mom talked and the sun rose the Easter Lilly opened up!!!!! That brought great comfort to Mom who had just lost her husband of 49 years.
In 1995 Mom passed on at age 64 also…….of cancer…….Ruth Moede………Bless our Children as Gretchen is doing a fund drive for Breast Cancer in memory of her Grandma Moede.
I just got off the phone with my Sister, Deb Rogers in Reading, Minnesota talking about Dad, Mom…..and Hayden her 16 month old grand-daughter. Brother Dave’s mother-in-law, Bonnie passed away this week. Let us all stay in touch with family .
I will have the extreme blessing this Easter Sunday of giving the opening message at Easter Services at the Los Lunas Church of God. My family has had a great influence on my Easter message at 11am.
The nail-pierced hands of Jesus reveal the love-filled heart of God.
God in human fleshed suffered.
God knows your sorrows.
He was led to the slaughter, and as a sheep before its shearers is silent, so He opened not His mouth. Isaiah 53:7
Just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life. Romans 6:4
PRAISE GOD………I walk in that newness and left the old Dewey……..
To be “in Christ” is to share in His life, in His death, and in His resurrection.
Lord willing, today on NM News and Views Pastor Vic Tafoya will deliver our Good Friday message like he has the last two years. We love Vic and his lovely wife Barbara. Please listen in at 4:30 today.
I am listening to Adrian Rogers right now. Focus on the Family is replaying an Ester message from him………Hard to believe that Adrian has been gone since 2005.
I know I say this a lot but I think it is so important to be thankful and say so……….I am so grateful for the Ministry programs here on KKIM.
By the way we air Adrian Rogers weekend program at 2pm Sundays on KKIM.
April 3rd is the start of my 5th year as Shepherd of KKIM and on April 15th KKIM turns 38 years young! PRAISE GOD!
I am thankful to the Lord for taking me in all my weaknesses and putting me in the position I am in with my family and works. I am thankful for how the Lord has surrounded me with such Godly people! I am a blessed man.
My life is worth nothing unless I use it for doing the work assigned me by the Lord Jesus Acts 20:24
God used Moses and Paul to remind you and me that He transforms “the least of us” like you and me, to be light in darkness.
It has been a very emotional week for me……..I am still processing it all……….praying about it all……..
First the visit I made last weekend to the Albuquerque Rescue Mission., by the way we are still taking socks and shoes at the Radio Ranch 4125 Carlisle during regular Biz hours 8 to 5 Monday thru Friday, In talking and praying with all the folks I met at the Mission…it touched me so………their stories……..their needs……..the look on their faces……..lining up for treasure…….that treasure was shoes and socks and a haircut and foot washing………
Then for a day and a half our Radio-A-Thon for the people of Haiti and Africa…….the stories of starving children……..children being buried alive……….because families cannot feed them. You can still give at www.mykkim.com
Sharon and I and KKIM have become partners with the Albuquerque Rescue Mission and Feeding The Nations. I would encourage you to pray about joining also. www.feedingthenations.org
And then I spent yesterday on NM News and Views with Joseph, whose father was a convict and introduced him to a life of crime……Joseph spent time in prison…but became a Christian and is now on fire for the Lord. What a moving story.
All this has impacted me tremendously….God loves all……..There are no walls for Jesus Church…….no walls at all……if there are….we must break them down.
Let your concerns today be about cultivating a calm and quiet soul as you trust your heavenly father with the profound matters of life.
Let us realize we cannot do anything without God……..we must be in His Will.not ours…..troubles start when we are out of Gods Will…..Let us all walk so close to our Lord to be in His Will……..Let us read His Word each day…….Let us be in constant prayer……constant prayer…..
Sharon wanted to share this story with all of us that she found………
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THE “REAL MESSAGE”…
During this Easter weekend (1999), a devoted Christian surfer to my web site sent me the following Easter Egg Story by e-mail. The story was so touching that it had a long list of recipients who had been forwarding it with a request to keep this stirring story circulating.
What was the “Real Message” behind this wonderful story?
Jeremy was born with a twisted body, a slow mind and a chronic, terminal illness that had been slowly killing him all his young life. Still, his parents had tried to give him as normal a life as possible and had sent him to St. Theresa’s elementary school. At the age of 12, Jeremy was only in second grade, seemingly unable to learn.
His teacher, Doris Miller, often became exasperated with him. He would squirm in his seat, drool and make grunting noises. At other times, he spoke clearly and distinctly, as if a spot of light had penetrated the darkness of his brain. Most of the time, however, Jeremy irritated his teacher.
One day, she called his parents and asked them to come to St. Teresa’s for a consultation. As the Foresters sat quietly in the empty classroom, Doris said to them, “Jeremy really belongs in a special school. It isn’t fair to him to be with younger children who don’t have learning problems. Why, there is a five-year gap between his age and that of the other students!” Mrs. Forrester cried softly into a tissue while her husband spoke. “Miss Miller,” he said, “there is no school of that kind nearby. It would be a terrible shock for Jeremy if we had to take him out of this school. We know he really likes it here.”
Doris sat for a long time after they left, staring at the snow outside the window. Its coldness seemed to seep into her soul. She wanted to sympathize with the Foresters. After all, their only child had a terminal illness. But it wasn’t fair to keep him in her class. She had 18 other youngsters to teach and Jeremy was a distraction. Furthermore, he would never learn to read or write. Why spend any more time trying? As she pondered the situation, guilt washed over her. “Oh God,” she said aloud, “here I am complaining when my problems are nothing compared with that poor family! Please help me to be more patient with Jeremy.” From that day on, she tried hard to ignore Jeremy ‘s noises and his blank stares.
Then one day he limped to her desk, dragging his bad leg behind him. “I love you, Miss Miller,” he exclaimed, loudly enough for the whole class to hear. The other children snickered, and Doris’s face turned red. She stammered, “wh-why, that’s very nice, Jeremy. Now please take your seat.”
Spring came, and the children talked excitedly about the coming of Easter. Doris told them the story of Jesus, and then to emphasize the idea of new life springing forth, she gave each of the children a large plastic egg. “Now,” she said to them “I want you to take this home and bring it back tomorrow with something inside that shows new life. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss Miller!” The children responded enthusiastically – all except for Jeremy. He just listened intently; his eyes never left her face. He did not even make his usual noises. Had he understood what she had said about Jesus’ death and resurrection? Did he understand the assignment? Perhaps she should call his parents and explain the project to them.
That evening, Doris’ kitchen sink stopped up. She called the landlord and waited an hour for him to come by and unclog it. After that, she still had to shop for groceries, iron a blouse and prepare a vocabulary test for the next day. She completely forgot about phoning Jeremy ‘s parents.
The next morning, 19 children came to school, laughing and talking as they placed their eggs in the large wicker basket on Miss Miller’s desk. After they completed their math lesson, it was time to open the eggs. In the first egg, Doris found a flower. “Oh yes, a flower is certainly a sign of new life,” she said. “When plants peek through the ground we know that spring is here. “A small girl in the first row waved her arms. “That’s my egg, Miss Miller,” she called out. The next egg contained a plastic butterfly, which looked very real. Doris held it up. “We all know that a caterpillar changes and turns into a beautiful butterfly. Yes, that is new life, too” little Judy smiled proudly and said, “Miss Miller, that one is mine.”
Next Doris found a rock with moss on it. She explained that the moss, too, showed life. Billy spoke up from the back of the classroom. “My daddy helped me!” He beamed. Then Doris opened the fourth egg. She gasped. The egg was empty! Surely it must be Jeremy ‘s, she thought, and, of course, he did not understand her instructions. If only she had not forgotten to phone his parents. Because she did not want to embarrass him, she quietly set the egg aside and reached for another.
Suddenly Jeremy spoke up. “Miss Miller, aren’t you going to talk about my egg?” Flustered, Doris replied, “but Jeremy – your egg is empty!” He looked into her eyes and said softly, “yes, but Jesus’ tomb was empty too!” Time stopped. When she could speak again. Doris asked him, “Do you know why the tomb was empty?” “Oh yes!” Jeremy exclaimed. “Jesus was killed and put in there. Then his Father raised him up!” The recess bell rang. While the children excitedly ran out to the school yard, Doris cried. The cold inside her melted completely away.
Three months later Jeremy died. Those who paid their respects at the mortuary were surprised to see 19 eggs on top of his casket, ……………….all of them empty.
For God’s Glory Alone, Dewey Sharon and family