Sunday, May 28, 2006

Memorial Day 06

Very low attendance in church today. Pray for us. See our church web site. The Lords Baptist Church.

We had another nice answer to prayer this week. Brother Skip's kidneys started working and they released him from the hospital. Keep praying about the blockage that he has on his heart.

I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease..

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"

When a flag had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea

Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.

Enjoy Your Freedom & God Bless Our Troops
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When you read this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our servicemen.

This can be very powerful.... Of all the gifts you could give a Soldier, Prayer is the very best one.

Sunday, May 21, 2006

I Win...

Quotation of the Day:

Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work
one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to
you. You have to win it. -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Phil 3:8-9
8 Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss
for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my
Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things,
and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ,
9 And be found in him, not having mine own
righteousness, which is of the law, but that which is
through the faith of Christ, the righteousness which
is of God by faith: (KJV)

Good day in church again today. I preached on the 6th beatitude.
See sermon outline HERE.

Held funeral service this week for John Wilson. Pray for brother Skip in St. Joseph Hospital. Chest pain, kidney failure and diabetes.

I had to turn down two opportunities to preach at Bible Conferences next week end. Pray for the meetings in Ontario, CA and Davenport, WA. A lot of our folks will be out of town next week end. Pray for us in Tacoma that we might continue to lift up Christ in a faithful and steadfast way to His honor and glory.

I have another meeting with my financial advisor this week to help me organize things for when I retire from my secular job at Pierce Transit at the end of next month. Then I will have more time for the work of the ministry, building my
home biz and doing the things on Marion's Honey Dew list.

Lord bless,
The Killion Site

Sunday, May 14, 2006


What a beautiful day here in Tacoma today. Good sevices at TLBC. Take a look at our church web site at the TLBC link over on the right.

Here is a note for all the mothers out there:

This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
their arms, wiping up vomit laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here"

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted. This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.

For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew uniforms and costumes and attend all the school, club, scout and team meetings, practices and cermonies.

This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.

This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
their refrigerator doors. And for those cheer mothers whose daughter's happiness comes one unfallen stunt and one unbusted standing tuck at a time.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
football or soccer games (or skating rinks) instead of watching
from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand) mothers who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.

This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year.
And then read it again. "Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own children are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away.

This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14 year olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway?

Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips? The ability to nurse a baby,
cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son
or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?

The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 A.M. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that come s again at 2 A.M. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?

Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation...

And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers..

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.

Hang in there. In the end we can only do the best we can. Tell them
every day that we love them. And pray.

Please pass along to all the Moms in your life.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all fall."

Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know.

(I did)

Happy Mother's Day.

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Sunday, May 07, 2006

Why the heavy load?

It was GREAT to be back in church today. I preached on "Happy are the Hungry and Thirsty." See TLBC page for the outline. Now for today's little story.


Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens. "Great", she thought. "Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry."

She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge. But it just wasn't there. She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she may find her contact lens.

When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible verse "The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth."

She thought, "Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me."

Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, "Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?"

Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it!

The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the caption, "Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy. But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You."

I think it would do all of us some good to say, "God, I don't know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will."

God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Yes, I do love GOD. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him....I can do all things through Christ which strengthens me. (Phil. 4:13)

Monday, May 01, 2006

Whoie !

Oh boy, what a week end. Marion and I had planned to drive over to Yakima and visit a dear elderly church member in an assisted living facility there but I was hit suddenly Saturday by a terrible stomach flu. I'm sure that is what it was. I know I've been burning the candle at both ends here lately but they say there is a bad virus going around. My kids and grandkids had it and I'm sure that's what it was. Actually, I'm still weak, sore, and light headed from it. Anyway we had to cancel our trip and I think for the first time in many many years I did not attend worship services on the Lord's Day although I was able to listen to some CD's at home of sermons preached at a Bible Conference.

We went in last week and filed for our Social Security benefits and should get our first check the third Wednesday of August (direct deposit). We have a meeting scheduled with our financial planner to sort out our other options in retirement. The plan is still a go for saying GOOD-BYE to my secular job on my birthday this June 29th. We are still reviewing data on what to do about health insurance for the next three years while waiting for Medicare to kick in.

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Thanks again for stopping by my blog. God bless!