Friday, June 10, 2011

Psalm 70

Psalm 70 (The Message)

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Psalm 70

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Psalm 70

A David Prayer
 1-3 God! Please hurry to my rescue! God, come quickly to my side!
   Those who are out to get me—
      let them fall all over themselves.
   Those who relish my downfall—
      send them down a blind alley.
   Give them a taste of their own medicine,
      those gossips off clucking their tongues.

 4 Let those on the hunt for you
      sing and celebrate.
   Let all who love your saving way
      say over and over, "God is mighty!"

 5 But I've lost it. I'm wasted.
      God—quickly, quickly!
   Quick to my side, quick to my rescue!
      God, don't lose a minute.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

You're still God,Kathy Troccoli

Kathy Troccoli - Help Me God

Proverbs 9 (with text - press on more info.)

Psalm 69 (with text - press on more info.)

Pslam 69

Psalm 69

The Message (MSG)

Psalm 69

A David Psalm
 1 God, God, save me! I'm in over my head,

 2 Quicksand under me, swamp water over me;
   I'm going down for the third time.

 3 I'm hoarse from calling for help,
   Bleary-eyed from searching the sky for God.

 4 I've got more enemies than hairs on my head;
   Sneaks and liars are out to knife me in the back.    What I never stole
   Must I now give back?

 5 God, you know every sin I've committed;
   My life's a wide-open book before you.

 6 Don't let those who look to you in hope
   Be discouraged by what happens to me,
   Dear Lord! God of the armies!
   Don't let those out looking for you
   Come to a dead end by following me—
   Please, dear God of Israel!

 7 Because of you I look like an idiot,
   I walk around ashamed to show my face.

 8 My brothers shun me like a bum off the street;
   My family treats me like an unwanted guest.

 9 I love you more than I can say.
   Because I'm madly in love with you,
   They blame me for everything they dislike about you.

 10 When I poured myself out in prayer and fasting,
   All it got me was more contempt.

 11 When I put on a sad face,
   They treated me like a clown.

 12 Now drunks and gluttons
   Make up drinking songs about me.

 13 And me? I pray.
   God, it's time for a break!
   God, answer in love!
   Answer with your sure salvation!

 14 Rescue me from the swamp,
   Don't let me go under for good,
   Pull me out of the clutch of the enemy;
   This whirlpool is sucking me down.

 15 Don't let the swamp be my grave, the Black Hole
   Swallow me, its jaws clenched around me.

 16 Now answer me, God, because you love me;
   Let me see your great mercy full-face.

 17 Don't look the other way; your servant can't take it.
   I'm in trouble. Answer right now!

 18 Come close, God; get me out of here.
   Rescue me from this deathtrap.

 19 You know how they kick me around—
   Pin on me the donkey's ears, the dunce's cap.

 20 I'm broken by their taunts,
   Flat on my face, reduced to a nothing.
   I looked in vain for one friendly face. Not one.
   I couldn't find one shoulder to cry on.

 21 They put poison in my soup,
   Vinegar in my drink.

 22 Let their supper be bait in a trap that snaps shut;
   May their best friends be trappers who'll skin them alive.

 23 Make them become blind as bats,
   Give them the shakes from morning to night.

 24 Let them know what you think of them,
   Blast them with your red-hot anger.

 25 Burn down their houses,
   Leave them desolate with nobody at home.

 26 They gossiped about the one you disciplined,
   Made up stories about anyone wounded by God.

 27 Pile on the guilt,
   Don't let them off the hook.

 28 Strike their names from the list of the living;
   No rock-carved honor for them among the righteous.

 29 I'm hurt and in pain;
   Give me space for healing, and mountain air.

 30 Let me shout God's name with a praising song,
   Let me tell his greatness in a prayer of thanks.

 31 For God, this is better than oxen on the altar,
   Far better than blue-ribbon bulls.

 32 The poor in spirit see and are glad—
   Oh, you God-seekers, take heart!

 33 For God listens to the poor,
   He doesn't walk out on the wretched.

 34 You heavens, praise him; praise him, earth;
   Also ocean and all things that swim in it.

 35 For God is out to help Zion,
   Rebuilding the wrecked towns of Judah.
   Guess who will live there—
   The proud owners of the land?

 36 No, the children of his servants will get it,
   The lovers of his name will live in it.

OpWorld | Pakistan

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Pray Today - June 8 | Operation World

Pray Today - June 8 | Operation World

A note from our Friend Pat


Are you going through something that seems impossible?  Well, the Bible tells us that all things are possible to him that believes.  Do not ever give up this might be your moment for a miracle.  If you are going to doubt something, doubt your limits.  Know that what appears to be a hurdle can be leaped and left behind.  There is no such thing as no chance. 

Proverbs 8 (with text - press on more info.)

Let God Arise - Paul Wilbur

Psalm 68

Psalm 68

The Message (MSG)

Psalm 68

A David Psalm
 1-4 Up with God! Down with his enemies!
         Adversaries, run for the hills!
   Gone like a puff of smoke,
      like a blob of wax in the fire—
         one look at God and the wicked vanish.
   When the righteous see God in action
      they'll laugh, they'll sing,
         they'll laugh and sing for joy.
   Sing hymns to God;
      all heaven, sing out;
         clear the way for the coming of Cloud-Rider.
   Enjoy God,
      cheer when you see him!

 5-6 Father of orphans,
      champion of widows,
         is God in his holy house.
   God makes homes for the homeless,
      leads prisoners to freedom,
         but leaves rebels to rot in hell.

 7-10 God, when you took the lead with your people,
      when you marched out into the wild,
   Earth shook, sky broke out in a sweat;
      God was on the march.
   Even Sinai trembled at the sight of God on the move,
      at the sight of Israel's God.
   You pour out rain in buckets, O God;
      thorn and cactus become an oasis
   For your people to camp in and enjoy.
      You set them up in business;
      they went from rags to riches.

 11-14 The Lord gave the word;
      thousands called out the good news:
   "Kings of the armies
      are on the run, on the run!"
   While housewives, safe and sound back home,
      divide up the plunder,
      the plunder of Canaanite silver and gold.
   On that day that Shaddai scattered the kings,
      snow fell on Black Mountain.

 15-16 You huge mountains, Bashan mountains,
      mighty mountains, dragon mountains.
   All you mountains not chosen,
      sulk now, and feel sorry for yourselves,
   For this is the mountain God has chosen to live on;
      he'll rule from this mountain forever.

 17-18 The chariots of God, twice ten thousand,
      and thousands more besides,
   The Lord in the lead, riding down Sinai—
      straight to the Holy Place!
   You climbed to the High Place, captives in tow,
      your arms full of booty from rebels,
   And now you sit there in state,
      God, sovereign God!

 19-23 Blessed be the Lord—
      day after day he carries us along.
   He's our Savior, our God, oh yes!
      He's God-for-us, he's God-who-saves-us.
   Lord God knows all
      death's ins and outs.
   What's more, he made heads roll,
      split the skulls of the enemy
   As he marched out of heaven,
      saying, "I tied up the Dragon in knots,
      put a muzzle on the Deep Blue Sea."
   You can wade through your enemies' blood,
      and your dogs taste of your enemies from your boots.

 24-31 See God on parade
      to the sanctuary, my God,
      my King on the march!
   Singers out front, the band behind,
      maidens in the middle with castanets.
   The whole choir blesses God.
      Like a fountain of praise, Israel blesses God.
   Look—little Benjamin's out
      front and leading
   Princes of Judah in their royal robes,
      princes of Zebulon, princes of Naphtali.
   Parade your power, O God,
      the power, O God, that made us what we are.
   Your temple, High God, is Jerusalem;
      kings bring gifts to you.
   Rebuke that old crocodile, Egypt,
      with her herd of wild bulls and calves,
   Rapacious in her lust for silver,
      crushing peoples, spoiling for a fight.
   Let Egyptian traders bring blue cloth
      and Cush come running to God, her hands outstretched.

 32-34 Sing, O kings of the earth!
      Sing praises to the Lord!
   There he is: Sky-Rider,
      striding the ancient skies.
   Listen—he's calling in thunder,
      rumbling, rolling thunder.
   Call out "Bravo!" to God,
      the High God of Israel.
   His splendor and strength
      rise huge as thunderheads.

 35 A terrible beauty, O God,
      streams from your sanctuary.
   It's Israel's strong God! He gives
      power and might to his people!
   O you, his people—bless God!

Psalm 68 King James Holy Bible

Prayercast | Thailand

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

A note from our Friend Pat


The spirit of stupid causes us to feed the appetite of our flesh instead of fulfilling the purpose God has intended for us. Feeding our flesh leads us to act on our impulses rather than living according to the Word of God. The only way to discipline the appetite of the flesh is to walk in the Spirit of God. Walking in the Spirit of God gives God space to move in and through our lives. As we begin to desire God, in contrast to fulfilling the impulses of the flesh, the fleshly appetite becomes disciplined. Once this happens, we can progress in God and spiritually mature.

Proverbs 7 (with text - press on more info.)

Psalm 67

Psalm 67

The Message (MSG)

Psalm 67


    God, mark us with grace and blessing! Smile!
   The whole country will see how you work,
      all the godless nations see how you save.
   God! Let people thank and enjoy you.
      Let all people thank and enjoy you.
   Let all far-flung people become happy
      and shout their happiness because
   You judge them fair and square,
      you tend the far-flung peoples.
   God! Let people thank and enjoy you.
      Let all people thank and enjoy you.
   Earth, display your exuberance!
      You mark us with blessing, O God, our God.
   You mark us with blessing, O God.

OpWorld | Nepal

Praise and Worship Songs with Lyrics- God Will Make a Way

Monday, June 6, 2011

Yemen | Operation World

Yemen | Operation World

Hillsong United - How great is our god Original Piano Cover with Lyrics

Hillsong Hallelujah

Psalm 66

Psalm 66

The Message (MSG)

Psalm 66


    All together now—applause for God! Sing songs to the tune of his glory,
      set glory to the rhythms of his praise.
   Say of God, "We've never seen anything like him!"
      When your enemies see you in action,
      they slink off like scolded dogs.
   The whole earth falls to its knees—
      it worships you, sings to you,
      can't stop enjoying your name and fame.

 5-6 Take a good look at God's wonders—
      they'll take your breath away.
   He converted sea to dry land;
      travelers crossed the river on foot.
      Now isn't that cause for a song?

 7 Ever sovereign in his high tower, he keeps
      his eye on the godless nations.
   Rebels don't dare
      raise a finger against him.

 8-12 Bless our God, O peoples!
      Give him a thunderous welcome!
   Didn't he set us on the road to life?
      Didn't he keep us out of the ditch?
   He trained us first,
      passed us like silver through refining fires,
   Brought us into hardscrabble country,
      pushed us to our very limit,
   Road-tested us inside and out,
      took us to hell and back;
   Finally he brought us
      to this well-watered place.

 13-15 I'm bringing my prizes and presents to your house.
      I'm doing what I said I'd do,
   What I solemnly swore I'd do
      that day when I was in so much trouble:
   The choicest cuts of meat
      for the sacrificial meal;
   Even the fragrance
      of roasted lamb is like a meal!
   Or make it an ox
      garnished with goat meat!

 16-20 All believers, come here and listen,
      let me tell you what God did for me.
   I called out to him with my mouth,
      my tongue shaped the sounds of music.
   If I had been cozy with evil,
      the Lord would never have listened.
   But he most surely did listen,
      he came on the double when he heard my prayer.
   Blessed be God: he didn't turn a deaf ear,

Proverbs 6 (with text - press on more info.)

Prayercast | Venezuela

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Vietnam | Operation World

Vietnam | Operation World

Hillsong -- "At the Cross" (sax cover)

Hillsong -- "With All I am" (Sax cover)

What a friend we have in Jesus, The way I see it (2009)

I Worship You Almighty God(Black Gospel Jazz)

Emmanuel We Worship You Instrumental

Hillsong - Halleluja (For our god reigns) (O.J.S.T.)

Psalm 65

Psalm 65

The Message (MSG)

Psalm 65

A David Psalm
 1-2 Silence is praise to you, Zion-dwelling God,
   And also obedience.
      You hear the prayer in it all.

 2-8 We all arrive at your doorstep sooner
      or later, loaded with guilt,
   Our sins too much for us—
      but you get rid of them once and for all.
   Blessed are the chosen! Blessed the guest
      at home in your place!
   We expect our fill of good things
      in your house, your heavenly manse.
   All your salvation wonders
      are on display in your trophy room.
   Earth-Tamer, Ocean-Pourer,
      Mountain-Maker, Hill-Dresser,
   Muzzler of sea storm and wave crash,
      of mobs in noisy riot—
   Far and wide they'll come to a stop,
      they'll stare in awe, in wonder.
   Dawn and dusk take turns
      calling, "Come and worship."

 9-13 Oh, visit the earth,
      ask her to join the dance!
   Deck her out in spring showers,
      fill the God-River with living water.
   Paint the wheat fields golden.
      Creation was made for this!
   Drench the plowed fields,
      soak the dirt clods
   With rainfall as harrow and rake
      bring her to blossom and fruit.
   Snow-crown the peaks with splendor,
      scatter rose petals down your paths,
   All through the wild meadows, rose petals.
      Set the hills to dancing,
   Dress the canyon walls with live sheep,
      a drape of flax across the valleys.
   Let them shout, and shout, and shout!
      Oh, oh, let them sing!

Proverbs 5 (with text - press on more info.)

Prayercast | Haiti

Saturday, June 4, 2011

A short story from my cousin Allan S.


The Old Man and the Dog 

"Watch out! You nearly broadsided that car!", my father yelled at me.  "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving..."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts.... Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed well and often.

The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, and then finally stopped altogether. Dad
was left alone...

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article..."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for some form of chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?"

The officer looked, and then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said.

I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me... When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it!" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"

Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad? I screamed.

At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.

We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective
moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog that had changed his  life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2:

"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article...

Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter, his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father, and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

God answers our prayers in His time........not ours.

Proverbs 4 (with text - press on more info.)

By Your Side (w. lyrics) - Tenth Avenue North

Your Love Never Fails - Chris Quilala & Jesus Culture (w. lyrics)

GIVE THANKS BY DON MOEN

Psalm 64

Psalm 64 (The Message)

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Psalm 64

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Psalm 64

A David Psalm
 1 Listen and help, O God. I'm reduced to a whine
   And a whimper, obsessed
      with feelings of doomsday.

 2-6 Don't let them find me—
      the conspirators out to get me,
   Using their tongues as weapons,
      flinging poison words,
      poison-tipped arrow-words.
   They shoot from ambush,
      shoot without warning,
      not caring who they hit.
   They keep fit doing calisthenics
      of evil purpose,
   They keep lists of the traps
      they've secretly set.
   They say to each other,
      "No one can catch us,
      no one can detect our perfect crime."
   The Detective detects the mystery
      in the dark of the cellar heart.

 7-8 The God of the Arrow shoots!
      They double up in pain,
   Fall flat on their faces
      in full view of the grinning crowd.

 9-10 Everyone sees it. God's
      work is the talk of the town.
   Be glad, good people! Fly to God!
      Good-hearted people, make praise your habit.

Prayercast | Taiwan