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“It is
finished.” Jesus cried! Stop and listen. Can you imagine the cry from the
cross? What was finished? The history-long plan of redeeming man. The
message of God to man. The works done by Jesus as a man on earth were finished.

Had Jesus’ hands not been fastened down, I dare say that a
triumphant fist would have punched the dark sky. This is no cry of despair. It
is a cry of completion. A cry of victory. A cry of fulfillment. Yes, even
a cry of relief. “Take me home.” Come, ten thousand angels! Come and
take this wounded one to the cradle of his Father’s arms.

Farewell, manger’s infant. Yes, take him home. Take this Son
to his Father. He deserves a rest. Bless you, holy
ambassador. Go home, rest well. The battle is over! It is finished.

From On Calvary’s Hill

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Why
Hillbillies Make Good Marines

Dear Ma & Pa,

Am well. Hope you are. Tell brother Walt & brother Elmer the Marine Corps
beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before maybe
all of the places are filled.

I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m., but
am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt & Elmer all you do before
breakfast is smooth your cot and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to
pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.

Men got to shave but it is not so bad, they git warm water. Breakfast is strong
on trimmings.

Like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc…, but kind of weak on chops,
potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie, and other regular food. But tell
Walt & Elmer you can always sit between two city boys that live on coffee.

Their food plus yours holds you till noon, when you get fed again. It’s no
wonder these city boys can’t walk much. We go on “route” marches,
which the Platoon Sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so,
it is not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as
far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys gets sore feet and we all ride
back in trucks. The country is nice, but awful flat. The Sergeant is like a
schoolteacher. He nags some. The Capt. is like the school board.

Majors & Colonels just ride around & frown. They don’t bother you none.
This next will kill Walt & Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for
shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk and
don’t move. And it ain’t shooting at you, like the Higgett boys at home.

All you got to do is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load
your own cartridges.

They come in boxes. Be sure to tell Walt & Elmer to hurry & join before
other fellers get into this setup & come stampeding in.

Your loving daughter,
Gail

Received from FranCMT2, via GCFL

Greetings, WLBC Family,

It was a whirlwind last day.  We started the day on the Mount of Olives, home of the Garden of Gethsemane, the place where Jesus ascended into heaven and the place where He will return soon.  It also happens to give some pretty spectacular views of Jerusalem.  I had a wonderful time of prayer and reflection in Gethsemane.

We then went back into the Old City and stopped at the Pools of Bethesda where Jesus healed the man who had been lame for 38 years.  Next, we walked the Via Dolorosa- the Way of Sorrows.  It isn’t really the absolutely authentic path Jesus took to Calvary, but it does give one a good idea of the approximate route and time it took.  That, of course assumes that the Church of the Holy Sepulcher is the authentic location of Calvary and the resurrection tomb.  Our tour leader, Michael Rydelnik, thinks it is almost certain to be the spot.  I’ll tell you my experiences and impressions of it when I get home.

We then went to Gordon’s Calvary- the garden Tomb.  It is a radically different atmosphere than the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.  It is a worshipful, peaceful and loving place.  While it is not as likely to be authentic, it does give one a little better feel for what it would have looked like back in the time of Jesus.  More details on that when I get home.

Speaking of getting home… As I write this, it is a little after 8:00 PM Jerusalem time.  My bus will take me to the airport in Tel Aviv at 1:30 AM for a 5:50 AM flight to Istanbul.  I then have a five hour layover in Istanbul and then a 12 hour flight home to Chicago, where I will arrive at at 7:00 PM Friday evening.  I will not be in church this coming Sunday, but, Lord willing, I will see you all soon thereafter.

Attached is a picture of a view of Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives and a familiar shot from inside the the Garden Tomb. [These pictures follow this post. – Rick]

Once again… THANK YOU!  I love you all and look forward to seeing you, although it probably will take me a decade to organize all my thoughts, pictures and video….

Shalom,
Pastor Dan

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Our strength is shown in the
things we stand for; our weakness is shown in the things we fall
for. –Author Unknown