The problem was that it would take him at least eight days to finish by himself. You see, frame building would be a long, tedious process and each box needed four coats of paint in some places! It would certainly not have worked to start any earlier, for we had not yet received the pieces to put together. Fortunately, Michael was able to foresee the problem and present it to the rest of the Staddon brigade a month in advance. This gave all the willing workers time to prepare for the blitz.

When the time came, Dad, Mom, Donald, Esther, James, Jonathan, and David helped Michael knock out the giant project with a servant spirit and encouraging smiles. Good Job guys and we will look forward to sharing the rewards of harvest!

Pray for Israel, as her people remember the past and as the leaders of the nation make decisions for the future that will affect you and I.

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For one thing it was the year of the Titanic. Today marks the 100th year anniversary of its propitious launch. Who could have guessed what would happen four days later? It has been said that no historical subjects have attracted such long-lived popularity as the first coming of Jesus Christ, the American Civil War, and the classic tragedy of the Titanic.

1912 was also the year that our 47th and 48th states were admitted to the Union: Arizona and New Mexico.

But in our town, it was the year of the new depot. Built by the railroad for the people of the town who knew how much it meant to make a good first impression on the many travelers riding the B&O, the handsome building has stood the test of time and been a part of the city’s Apple Butter Festival every year. Aside from roof damage due to a very unfortunate fire, it retains the air of respectable architecture and has been kept up by the faithful efforts of Jim Helmick, Bill Price and others. It can be seen from the North Bend Rail-Trail that runs the 70 miles from Clarksburg to Parkersburg. As boys, Michael, Robert and I spent a lot of time riding this section of the trail on our bikes and I can still remember the trains that used to pass our grandparents’ house that way.

In commemoration of the centennial, and the heritage the town has associated with it, we are glad to present a Christmas ornament featuring a fine line drawing of the building in red, circled with a wreath of green on a white background. Ornaments are lightweight and shatterproof. They are available throughout the year this year. In the summer and fall we will hope to have the bulbs present at several Fort New Salem events where I would be happy to sign one for you on the reverse. Long distance orders may be made through the Staddon Family online store under the category of Home Accents (see the tab above).

Just as we would do well to remember the Alamo or the Titanic and those who rose to the occasion at those times, we will neither forget nor underestimate the important part small towns have played and continue to play in the growth and heritage of a great nation.

They stood on the edge of our property near a road. Thankfully both trees leaned inward, towards our property, one slightly downhill—that would be a simple cut—the other slightly uphill—that would be a different story.

Soon the first one was down. It lay facing the southeast. We would have quite a few mulching chips from its branches! But that was only half the job. The second tree, approximately the same size and height, had its branches growing all towards the northeast. If it fell that way it was in danger of destorying Michael’s walnut saplings or a young elm that we wanted to keep. (They’re a rarer species now.) More than that however, if it fell in that direction, the one cutting it would be put in a tight spot between the falling tree and the fence. The only escape route was down a steep hill. And, what’s more, the wind was against us.

Our goal then was to fell the tree as far southward as possible. Michael was the one cutting. First he notched it on the southeast side, about 90 degrees perpendicular to the way it was leaning. Then he began his cut from the back, coming from the north so that the bark remaining in tact on the south side would tend to pull the falling tree in that direction. Would it work?

About that time, Jonathan came out for a shift. He had come at an interesting time and would be a witness to the things that happened next. At about this point something amazing happened. The wind, which had quieted, now started to blow from the north—in our favor. I had never thought of that! We had prayed before the operation. We had asked God to bless us with safety and give us alertness. But we had never thought to ask Him to change the wind! Almost as quickly as I thought these thoughts, the wind reversed itself and blew very strong from the south. I picked some grass and sprinkled it in the wind. It flew almost horizontally the breeze was blowing so hard.

But then something else happened . . . the chain saw sputtered and stopped. Just stopped! At that point, it did not seem to us that things would go the way we hoped. We had cleaned the air filter on the chain saw earlier so we checked the gas and the sawdust around the sprocket. No problems there. Patiently and deliberately, Michael retrieved the second saw from the back of the truck. It roared to life and we repositioned ourselves. Michael stood on the north side of the tree with a good angle on the blade. I stood uphill. As soon as I saw the tree leaning to one side or the other I would signal to Michael. Jonathan stood directly behind me.

The morning sun shown from the other side of the towering maple. The wind blew. The cut on the back of the tree deepened. But the tree did not fall. Michael paused and looked up at the tree trying to discern which way it would go. A truck passed.

Jonathan and I were praying the Lord would either change the wind or cause it to subside. Finally we cried out for the Lord to change the wind again.

The saw blade width was now entirely within the trunk of the tree. We couldn’t go farther. To completely cut through the bark on the south side would free the tree to fall in any direction. We had done all we could. I remember Michael waiting there for a second or two at the base of the tree. Then all at once I realized that the wind was coming from my left, from the north, ever so gently but unmistakably real and steady, and the tree was falling. Hinged perfectly, and aided by the breeze, it slowly tilted, fell through the air, and landed in almost perfect parallel with the tree that had gone before it! There it lay.

Praise the Lord! He had given us one more instance of His delight in hearing and answering us. In every aspect of life He works according to His ways and waits for us to lean on Him. “Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him and He shall direct thy paths” . . . and thy trees’ paths as well!  (Proverbs 3:5-6).

One of my favorite chapters was the account of Mitsuo Fuchida whose life was supernaturally spared time after time. Even after advancing to lead the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, the Lord did a miraculous work on his heart. He became a born again believer and eventually toured the world to share Christ, along with–believe it or not, Jacob DeShazer–a pilot from among the Doolittle Raiders who swung the revenge attack for Pearl Harbor.

Paul Taylor, an associate of Fuchida during his time in Hamburg, 1961, described him in a letter to the author of the book, saying:

[Mitsuo Fuchida] was serenely without fear. Prisoners would pay careful attention when a man with Fuchida’s credentials stood to speak. He had a charming and friendly disposition . .. the grace of God had so obviously won his heart. . . .  I remember him above all for his passionate love for Christ. He was manifestly devoted to making Jesus Christ known as often as he could, and to whoever would listen.

However the Lord may have brought about our personal testimonies of salvation, may we be just as ready to share the power of the gospel today as the heroes of the past.

Normally, in the process of making six loaves of our regular bread, we use one loaf’s worth of dough (flavored optionally with 1/2 cup chopped sun-dried tomatoes) to make either:

• one 10 x 15 jellyroll pan, or
• two 8 in. round cake pans, or
• three cake pans for the thinner variety.

Alternatively, you can experiment with your own favorite bread recipe.

1.  Press dough evenly in well-oiled cake pans, sprinkled with cornmeal. (Cornmeal is optional.) Cover with damp cloth and let rise 20 or 30 min.

2.  If you opt for black olives, make an indentation for them in dough for every square inch with spoon handle or fingertip and insert an olive in each hole. Brush dough with olive oil. Sprinkle entire amount with:

• 2 tsp Rosemary Leaves crushed,
• 2 Tbsp Parmesan Cheese,
• 1/2 cup Mozzarella Cheese, and
• 1 clove Garlic, finely minced (or 1 t. Garlic Powder—not garlic salt!)

3.  Bake at 400 for 12 minutes or until nicely browned.

Serve warm and enjoy!

The minutes flew by as we went through Ruth 1:16, a part of Exodus 34 and Psalm 9:9. Proverbs 17:17 spoke of a friend loving at all times. Yes, any time is a good time to go over Scripture with your brother. At the end, I realized that I was full of joy. Listening to Scripture is like standing under a refreshing waterfall. God’s word is holy and the more I hear it the more it makes me clean.

By the way, remember not to get upset with someone who tells you that Scripture memory is a waste of time. They simply haven’t done it! I myself will readily admit that often times it is hard to take time out for Scripture memory but once that decision is made and becomes a part of our habits, the Scripture will come to stay, bringing its unique fruit and blessing in all of our other work.

As a doctor once observed, medical expenses are one thing that will diminish as Scripture is built into a person’s life. He found that he could help a patient to reduce their visits to his clinic from 8 or 9 to only two per year, simply by recommending training in Biblical principles.

Choose your investments wisely. Decide what the central support of your life will be. Consider this year’s Bible Bee.

But under its political front, what is Iran like? Like any country it is a country of people! and the people make the country what it is.

What would you do if you lived in a country that does not know freedom of speech, press or religion, hasn’t for as long as you can remember, and has little or no hope of doing so—ever? Imagine that you are not allowed to study certain things for yourself or arrive at or express your own conclusions logically. (For instance, imagine that your schoolteacher merely refers to the United States as the “Big Satan” and to a nation like Israel as the “Little Satan”, to be hated even before they are understood.) Imagine that the army, police and justice system have agendas other than the defense of basic human rights? As Americans we truly can’t imagine what it is like . . . what it is like to live life in fear. Yet it is so for many. Multitudes are still covered by a curtain of personal oppression black as a chador.

It is against such blackness that the heart freedom that Christ can bring will shine the brightest. Here is a testimony from Voice of the Martyrs and three key prayer points from Operation World.

“As a Muslim, I loved God very much, but I could never reach him or find him. I moved the vacuum cleaner back an forth across the rug on the same spot. Then, frustrated and tired, I fell asleep.

“A few weeks later, one of our relatives from abroad came to visit us. We saw that he had changed. We asked him, ‘What happened to you? What has changed you?’ He began to tell us about Jesus and his miracles. The he said, ‘I had a dream. In my dream, Jesus told me to come to you and bring you the good news.’ He gave us a Bible.

“I began reading the Bible and gave my heart to Jesus. I became kinder, nicer. My husband became angry. He was a radical Muslim. He said, ‘Are you a Christian? I know what to do with you.”

“I remembered the scripture where Jesus said that if we deny him, then He will deny us before the Father. I thought, ‘Well, he is going to divorce me anyway. I will tell him the truth.’ After I told him, he said, ‘What a good thing that you are  a Christian. I want to read the Bible. I want to change, too.’ He took the Bible and left our house for a week. Then he called me and said, "’I believe in this God.’

“Now we have a ministry. We go to the streets and witness to people, anyone we can find. Some have believed. . . .”

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1. Pray for courage, love and wisdom among our Christian brothers and sisters in the church of Iran
   They are in the middle of one of the most supernaturally-written stories of all time.
2. Pray for access to the Bible
   Some reckon that 10 million Bibles would be gladly received were there opportunity.
3. Pray for unreached people-groups
   Of seventy ethnic groups only eight include (known) groups of believers.

Ah, my son, if you have no soul to save,—no sins to be forgiven, if Christ did not die for you,—if there is no Heaven, ho hell, no immortality,—then you may live without repentance and salvation. But you have a soul—you are a sinner—Christ shed His blood for you—you are immortal, and destined to the joys of Heaven or the woes of perdition, and therefore, religion is your supreme necessity. You have motives to piety, not only as a man, but as a soldier. Of  all men the soldier has the greater need of piety. . . .

Piety will not make you effeminate or cowardly. Some of the bravest soldiers of the world have been humble Christians. Cromwell, Gardiner and Havelock, thunderbolts of war, were as devout as they were heroic. Our own illustrious Washington maintained the claims of Christianity, amid the demoralizing influences of the Revolution, with a zeal corresponding with the heroism with which he fought the battles of our independence. Why should not the Christian be courageous? He has less cause to love life or dread death than other men. In the path of duty he has nothing to fear. Life and death may be equally pleasing to him. The apostle Paul, in the prospect of martyrdom, could say: “I am in a strait betwixt two, having a desire to depart, and to be with Christ; which is far better,—nevertheless, to abide in the flesh is more needful for you.”

And now, my dear soldier boy, I must take leave of you. Remember that you have a large share in my love, my sympathies, and my prayers. By day and by night, you are in my thoughts: and often the unbidden tear flows down my cheek when I think of your sufferings and dangers. Let me have joy of you, my son, and I can have no greater joy than to hear that you are doing your duty—your whole duty—to your country and to God. . . .