Ploaie de Meteoriti in Rusia – Meteorite hits Russia (video)

PHOTO- Meteor explodes in the sky over Chelyabinsk, Russia (Image from dashboard camera, credit unknown)

CHELYABINSK, Russia, February 15, 2013 (ENS) – An asteroid several meters in diameter exploded in the atmosphere above the city of Chelyabinsk today at about 9:30 in the morning local time, injuring hundreds of people and damaging thousands of buildings, said officials.

Videos of the event taken on dashboard camera, such as the four images below, show an object streaking across a clear, blue sky and bursting into fireballs with loud explosions. Trails of vapor were visible for hundreds of miles.

As of late afternoon, around 1,200 people had been reported hurt, including more than 200 children, mostly in the Chelyabinsk Region, the Interior Ministry told the RIA Novasti news agency.

Two people are reported to be in “grave” condition, but most of those hurt had suffered minor cuts from broken glass as the shockwaves from the meteorite shattered windows in Chelyabinsk, a city of 1.1 million residents south of the Ural Mountains in south-central Russia.

President Vladimir Putin ordered emergency officials to provide “immediate” assistance to people affected by the meteorite.

Environment News Service (http://s.tt/1zQrD)

Un meteorit de 10 tone a intrat in atmosfera si a explodat deasupra Rusiei. Meteoritul intra in atmosfera cu o viteza halucinanta- 20 km pe secunda, peste 70,000 de km pe ora. La contactul cu aerul, meteoritul a explodat de 9 ori. Aproape 1000 de oameni au fost raniti de suflul exploziilor. Meteoritul a provocat un crater de 6 metri in Kazakstan, 3,000 de cladiri sunt avariate. Printre ele, sute de scoli si gradinite, toate pline in momentul impactului. Dar, dezastrul ar fi putut sa fie mult mai mare daca meteoritul ar fi ramas intreg.

Autoritatile Ruse spun ca nu au mai bombardat meteoritul pentru ca nu l-au observat la timp. Multumesc lui Ana Badiu pentru semnalarea acestui video:

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Nelu Filip – Note pe portativul iubirii

couple violin

Lucian Blaga are o poezie, numită Trei fețe, in care Blaga descrie trei varste diferite. Zice el asa:

Copilul rade: intelepciunea si iubirea mea e jocul!
Tanarul canta: jocul si intelepciunea mea e iubirea!
Batranul tace: iubirea si jocul meu e intelepciunea!”

Nelu FilipNu despre Blaga vorbesc, dar despre niste realitati pe care el le reprezinta. In copilarie, cautarile noastre sunt toate legate de joaca. La tinerete, cautarile noastre sunt toate legate de iubire.  Iar la batranete, cautarile noastre sunt toate legate de intelepciune. In aceasta seara, eu nu uit ca ma adresez unor tineri, al caror cautari sunt indreptate spre iubire. Tineretea este varsta marilor iubiri. Am zis un plural „varsta marilor iubiri”. Sper, cand folosesc pluralul sa intelgeti „cate o iubire pentru fiecare”. Nu unul cu multe iubiri.

La varsta tineretii, tinerii se aprind foarte usor in jocul acesta al iubirii. Si daca eu stau in seara aceasta in fata voastra, o fac cu dorinta sincera de a sti ca nu gresiti. Stiti ca iubirile neintelepte i-au condus pe multi tineri spre adevarate falimente in viata? Iubirile neintelepte au adus atata nesatisfactie si au adus atata necaz. De aceea stau astazi in fata voastra si fata in fata si vreau sa vorbim despre ce inseamna o iubire dupa voia lui Dumnezeu. Si cand spun o iubire dupa voia lui Dumnezeu, vreau sa intelegem ca Dumnezeu, atunci cand isi prezinta voia cu privire la o relatie- am citit in Scriptura un lucru care spune „Binecuvantarea Domnului imbogateste si El nu lasa sa fie urmata de niciun necaz.” Proverbe 10:22.

Cand iubirea ta, tinere, este o binecuvantare din partea Domnului, ea nu va fi urmata de niciun necaz. Dar, va intreb: Auzita-ti voi de iubiri urmate de necaz? Au, cate lacrimi am vazut eu varsate de tineri ca voi. Lacrimi pentru ca au venit sa spuna: Am gresit, am fost inselat/inselata in asteptarile mele. De aceea, eu astazi vreau sa va chem intr-un mesaj concentrat, un mesaj pe care vreau sa-l prezint (sper) pe limba voastra. Sper sa fiu inteles.

La biserica poartacerului Ianuuarie 2013

Blaga zicea: Tanarul canta- jocul si intelepciunea mea e iubirea. Cantarea va place? Cantecul, muzica? M-am gandit sa va prezint mesajul din aceasta seara in asa fel incat sa poata fi usor receptat de voi si sa se poata bine tinut minte.Mi-am intitulat mesajul: Note pe portativul iubirii. Notele le pun eu in seara aceasta. Daca voi veti pune alte note candva, va priveste. Zic aceasta, ca compozitia pe care eu v-o prezint in fata voastra, cu siguranta va va conduce spre fericire. Daca voi veti vrea sa puneti alte note decat cele care va spun astazi, eu nu garantez nimic. (6:30)

  1. Dragostea este un lucru cu care nu trebuie sa te joci. In Cantarea Cantarilor, in doua locuri cel putin, apare versetul acesta: Va jur, fiice ale Ierusalimului, nu starniti dragostea pana nu vine ea. O neintelegere a acestui lucru te face sa te aventurezi intr-o relatie inoportuna, din punctul de vedere al timpului. Si asta ar putea sa te conduca spre un esec. Sa suferi apoi, sau sa faci pe cineva sa sufere.
  2. Iubirea nu e un lucru ieftin. O relatie nepotrivita poate sa-ti marcheze viata pentru totdeauna. O greseala facuta in dragostea neinteleapta te poate face sa suferi pana la groapa. De aceea, pentru binele vostru, va rog frumos sa nu gresiti. 

 

Arman Ludovic si Eliazar Pripon – Te Indeamna Azi la Pocainta si Trec Zilele, Trec si Anii. cu ele Trecem si Noi

Te indeamna azi la pocainta bunatatea Domnului
Nu astepta sa treci prin suferinta, sa raspunzi chemarii Lui.
Viata aceasta este trecatoare, zilele se duc in zbor
Este doar o sansa de salvare, prin Isus Hristos Mantuitor.

Te indeamna azi, te indeamna maine,
Te indeamna in fiecare zi
Te indeamna azi, te indeamna maine,
Vino si nu mai zabovi

Sti ca ai sa treci din lumea aceasta, mai curand sau mai tarziu
Esti tu oare gata de plecare, pregatit esti sau nu stii?
Daca pleci neimpacat cu Domnul, sufletul iti va plange amar
Astazi, cata vreme se mai poate, vino la izvorul Sau de har.

Oare nu vezi tu, bunatatea Lui, bunatatea Domnului?
Cat mai este har, spune-ti inimii: Este timpul, nu mai zabovi

Arman Ludovic si Eliazar Pripon Te-ndeamna azi la pocainta & Trec zilele trec si anii la Biserica Penticostala Pestera. Uploaded on Mar 20, 2011 by 10flaviu

Este bine sa ai de toate, sa ai pace, sanatate
Dar tu oare te-ai gandit de la cine le-ai primit?
Alergand noapte si zi, pentru noi, pentru copii
Dar adeseori uitam pentru cer sa mai lucram

Trec zilele, trec si anii si cu ei trecem si noi
Dumnezeu te cheama frate, pentru cer sa strangi comori
Viata-i scurta, nu o pierde alergand noapte si zi
Dupa – si bogatie, ele nu pot mantui

Este bine sa ai de toate, dar ai grija sora, frate
Nu cumva s-ajungi robit si de lume chinuit
Tu esti fiul lui Isus, nu esti rob in lanturi pus
Sa muncim pentru Hristos, toate vor ramane jos.

Obtine Cartea ‘Predici cu Har’ de C H Spurgeon aici

Fratele Aurel Munteanu ne anunta ca ofera cartea ‘Predici cu Har’ de C. H. Spurgeon in mod gratuit. Vezi coperta in Slideshare. L-am intrebat pe fratele Munteanu daca oferta este doar pentru Romania si mi-a raspuns astfel:

Cartea este o oferta si pt fratii din America care iubesc doctrinele harului . Avem cereri chiar din Australia si Noua Zeelanda. Noi suportam toate costurile.
Cuprinde o colectie de 7 predici ale lui Spurgeon :

  1. Vointa libera o sclava
  2. Alegerea
  3. Domnule , spune-ne pentru cine a murit Cristos
  4. Chemarea eficace
  5. Perseverenta in sfintenie
  6. Mantuirea numai prin har
  7. Lanul in flacari

Cei ce doresc sa primeasca GRATUIT cartea sunt rugati sa-si

exprime dorinta si sa-si trimita adresa postalala:

raule@xnet.ro sau tel.0721262013

Predici cu har – C.H.Spurgeon from anabaptistul
Dumnezeu sa binecuvanteze si sa rasplateasca acest gest de oferta gratuita. E un gest foarte, foarte rar!
O descriere a cartii din partea translatorului – Raul Enyedi:

Predicile lui Charles Haddon Spurgeon, supranumit „principele predicatorilor”, rămân la fel de actuale, proaspete şi provocatoare pentru noi, românii de la începutul secolului 21 ca şi pentru londonezii secolului 19 care le-au auzit întâia oară.

Pare că e mereu la modă ca predicatorii contemporani să îşi condimenteze discursul cu vreo anecdotă, ilustraţie sau vorbă de duh de-a lui Spurgeon, dar aproape niciodată nu se oferă vreun citat consistent din predicile sale, şi nici nu se mai vorbeşte despre ce a crezut el.

Această colecţie îşi propune să scoată în evidenţă învăţătura Scripturii cea mai dragă lui Spurgeon, cunoscută cadoctrina harului, sau, în limbaj teologic, calvinism. Pentru Spurgeon, doctrina harului era motivaţia evanghelizării neobosite, cauza trezirii spiri-tuale şi a maturizării în credinţă şi practică, oferindu-i în acelaşi timp o identitate istorică nobilă, o direcţie clară şi un ţel sfânt.

Fratele Spurgeon a crezut şi proclamat din toată inima doctrina harului. Era „calvinist în cinci puncte”. Iată ce afirmă în predica Alegerea: „Ceea ce predic acum nu este o inovaţie, nu este nicidecum o învăţătură nouă. Îmi place să proclam aceste învăţături vechi şi puternice, ce sunt poreclite calvinism, dar care sunt cu siguranţă adevărul revelat al lui Dumnezeu, aşa cum este el în Isus Cristos.”Spurgeon nu suferea ca aceste învăţături fundamentale atât de dragi lui să fie compromise în vreun fel şi condamna mereu atât arminianismul care nega mântuirea numai prin har, cât şi hiper-calvinismul care nega necesitatea predicării Evangheliei păcătoşilor.

Tendinţa generală a Uniunii Baptiste din acea vreme era spre arminianism, iar Spurgeon vedea acest lucru ca fiind calea ce duce spre apostazie. După mari frământări şi eforturi de a-şi ajuta fraţii să revină pe calea cea veche, eforturi care au dus la şubrezirea sănătăţii sale şi la o reacţie mai vehementă a Uniunii împotriva doctrinei harului, Spurgeon împreună cu adunarea sa au hotărât ieşirea din Uniune, preferând să rămână mai degrabă singuri decât să accepte amestecul şi compromisul cu învăţături false.

Credincioşii baptişti din România se bucurau de predicile şi studiile sale, traduse şi răspândite printre numeroase adunări de la oraş şi sat încă din perioada interbelică. Şi ei împărtăşeau aceleaşi convingeri şi învăţături ca Spurgeon. Şi ei credeau atunci doctrina harului, la fel ca predecesorii lor care au adus şi răspândit credinţa baptistă în România.

În urmă cu zece ani am tradus prima predică din această colecţie, Voinţa liberă – o sclavă, sperând, asemenea fratelui Spurgeon, într-o întoarcere a fraţilor noştri spre aceste vechi învăţături părăsite. Au urmat apoi celelalte şase. Am fost încurajaţi de numărul mare de solicitări pentru aceste predici, pe care le-am tipărit şi distribuit gratuit în zeci de mii de exemplare. Ne bucurăm să vă oferim aceste predici într-un singur volum aniversar, cu dorinţa şi rugăciunea ca Dumnezeu să îl folosească spre gloria Sa şi spre binele dumneavoastră etern.

Raul Enyedi

Bocşa, noiembrie 2012

Din cauza acestor probleme de sănătate, Guderian nu va putea face nicio călătorie în numele EBF. Termenul de slujire se va termina în mod oficial în luna septembrie a acestui an, odată cu ședința Consiliului EBF ce va avea loc în Bratislava, Slovacia, când actualul vicepreședinte EBF și președinte al Uniunii Baptiste din România, Otniel Bunaciu, va fi inaugurat drept noul președinte al EBF.

 

Istorie Evanghelica

Președintele Federației Europene Baptiste (EBF), Hans Guderian, în vârstă de 64 de ani, a suferit pe la sfârșitul anului trecut un atac de cord urmând apoi diferite examinări și operații. Acesta a anunțat că își  va reduce munca voluntară pentru EBF. „Atacul de cord a fost un prim avertisment din partea Domnului că nu trebuie să mai continui să îmi suprasolicit trupul”, a declarat Hans Guderian unei agenții de presa baptistă.

Din cauza acestor probleme de sănătate, Guderian nu va putea face nicio călătorie în numele EBF. Termenul de slujire se vaOtniel layer cruce alb termina în mod oficial în luna septembrie a acestui an, odată cu ședința Consiliului EBF ce va avea loc în Bratislava, Slovacia, când actualul vicepreședinte EBF și președinte al Uniunii Baptiste din România, Otniel Bunaciu, va fi inaugurat drept noul președinte al EBF.

Într-un e-mail adresat tuturor Uniunilor membre ale EBF, Tony Peck, secretarul general al EBF, și-a exprimat părerea…

Vezi articol original 44 de cuvinte mai mult

Paul Washer – America’s preachers are Gospel ignorant

Another clip of Paul Washer at the G3 Conference Uploaded by WretchedNetwork

Paul Washer – How to lead someone to the Lord

Paul Washer at the G3 Conference in January 2013:

Traylor & Melody – Betrayal, Divorce and then Reconciliation

I read the story of Melody & Traylor some years back, and when I started up this blog I tried to find it again in order to post it, but could not remember their names. Tonight, I came across the website again and I am providing the link to it. Traylor was a preacher who became addicted to pornography, and slowly it escalated to secret rendezvous  with women he met on the internet, which sometimes took him across state lines. But, it is no ordinary story, because after divorcing when Melody found out, he started feeling God’s conviction, which eventually led Traylor & Melody back together again, remarried and helping other couples deal with addictions through their ministry.

Please share this story with someone in your life who is struggling with pornogroaphy, and sex addiction, and especially share it with the spouse of the person with the problem, and let them know there is hope for their marriage. Here’s the snippet from the blog, and I recommend watching the 3 videos posted to the page in the link- http://www.ragamuffinreflections.com/story/ 

Melody and I were married for 11 years before my struggle with pornography and sexual addiction ripped our family apart. This tragic upheaval left both of us reeling and disrupted our status quo, to say the least. The appearance of the “perfect” life that we both worked so hard to maintain came crashing down all around us.
After 6 years of divorce, we were remarried.

Watch (or listen to) their testimony here- http://www.ragamuffinreflections.com/story/ 

Living by Vows by Robertson McQuilken (Classic Reading-Marriage)

This article is from the February 2004 Issue of Christianity Today:

Robertson McQuilkin recently  resigned as president of Columbia Bible College and Seminary, Columbia, South Carolina, after which he was named chancellor, a position that draws on his expertise while still allowing him to care for his wife.

As his wife suffered with Alzheimer’s, Robertson McQuilkin said, If I took care of her for 40 years, I would never be out of her debt.

After his wife was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, college and seminary president Robertson McQuilkin found himself torn between two commitments, two divine callings. At the request of the CT editors, he shares the story of his struggle:

It has been a decade since that day in Florida when Muriel, my wife, repeated to the couple vacationing with us the story she had told just five minutes earlier. Funny, I thought, that’s never happened before. But it began to happen occasionally.

Three years later, when Muriel was hospitalized for tests on her heart, a young doctor called me aside. „You may need to think about the possibility of Alzheimer’s,” he said. I was incredulous. These young doctors are so presumptuous—and insensitive. Muriel was doing the same things she had always done, for the most part. True, we had stopped entertaining in our home—no small loss for the president of a thriving seminary and Bible college. She was a great cook and hostess, but she was having increasing difficulty planning menus. Family meals she could handle, but with guests we could not risk missing a salad and dessert, for example.

And, yes, she was having uncommon difficulty painting a portrait of me, which the college and seminary board—impressed by her earlier splendid portrait of my predecessor—had requested. But Alzheimer’s? While I had barely heard of the disease, a dread began to lurk around the fringes of my consciousness.

When her memory deteriorated further, we went to Joe Tabor, a neurologist friend, who gave her the full battery of tests and, by elimination, confirmed that she had Alzheimer’s. But because she had none of the typical physical deterioration, there was some question. We went to the Duke University Medical Center, believing we should get the best available second opinion. My heart sank as the doctor asked her to name the Gospels and she looked pleadingly at me for help. But she quickly bounced back and laughed at herself. She was a little nervous, perhaps, but nothing was going to get her down.

This time we accepted the verdict. And we determined from the outset not to chase around the country every new „miracle” treatment we might hear about. Little did I know the day was coming when we would be urged-on average, once a week-to pursue every variety of treatment: vitamins, exorcism, T chemicals, this guru, that healer. How could I even wife 1 look into them all, let alone pursue them? I was grateful to friends who made suggestions, because each was an expression of love. But for us, we would trust the Lord to work a miracle in Muriel if he so desired, or work a miracle in me if he did not.

One day the WMHK station manager, the program manager, and the producer of my wife’s morning radio program, „Looking Up,” asked for an appointment. I knew an occasional program she had produced was not used, but the response to her monologue of upbeat encouragement continued to be strong. Though the program was designed for women, businessmen often told me how they arranged their morning affairs so they could catch the program.

As the appointment began, the three executives seemed uneasy. After a few false starts, I caught on. They were reluctantly letting me know that an era was ending. Only months before they had talked of national syndication. I tried to help them out. „Are you meeting with me to tell us that Muriel cannot continue?” They seemed relieved that their painful message was out and none of them had to say it. So, I thought, her public ministry is over. No more conferences, TV, radio. I should have guessed the time had come.

She did not think so, however. She may have lost the radio program, but she insisted on accepting invitations to speak, even though invariably she would come home crushed and bewildered that her train of thought was lost and things did not go well. Gradually, reluctantly, she gave up public ministry.

Still, she could counsel the many young people who sought her out, she could drive and shop, or write her children. The letters did not always make sense, but then, the children would say, „Mom always was ,a bit spacy.” She also volunteered to read textbooks for a blind graduate student. The plan was to put them on tape so that others could use them. I was puzzled that those responsible never used them, until it dawned on me that reading and writing were going the way of art and public speaking. She was disappointed with each failure and frustration, but only momentarily. She would bounce back with laughter and have another go at it.

Muriel never knew what was happening to her, though occasionally when there was a reference to Alzheimer’s on TV she would muse aloud, „I wonder if I’ll ever have that?” It did not seem painful for her, but it was a slow dying for me to watch the vibrant, creative, articulate person I knew and loved gradually dimming out.

I approached the college board of trustees with the need to begin the search for my successor. I told them that when the day came that Muriel needed me full-time, she would have me. I hoped that would not be necessary till I reached retirement, but at 57 it seemed unlikely I could hold on till 65. They should begin to make plans. But they intended for me to stay on forever, I guess, and made no move. That’s not realistic, and probably not very responsible, I thought, though I appreciated the affirmation.

So began years of struggle with the question of what should be sacrificed: ministry or caring for Muriel. Should I put the kingdom of God first, „hate” my wife and, for the sake of Christ and the kingdom, arrange for institutionalization? Trusted, lifelong friends—wise and godly—urged me to do this.

„Muriel would become accustomed to the new environment quickly.” Would she? Would anyone love her at all, let alone love her as I do? I had often seen the empty, listless faces of those lined up in wheelchairs along the corridors of such places, waiting, waiting for the fleeting visit of some loved one. In such an environment, Muriel would be tamed only with drugs or bodily restraints, of that I was confident.

People who do not know me well have said, „Well, you always said, ‘God first, family second, ministry third.’ ” But I never said that. To put God first means that all other responsibilities he gives are first, too. Sorting out responsibilities that seem to conflict, however, is tricky business.

In 1988 we planned our first family reunion since the six children had left home, a week in a mountain retreat. Muriel delighted in her children and grandchildren, and they in her. Banqueting with all those gourmet cooks, making a quilt that pictured our life, scene by scene, playing games, singing, picking wild mountain blueberries was marvelous. We planned it as the celebration of our „fortieth” anniversary, although actually it was the thirty-ninth. We feared that by the fortieth she would no longer know us.

But she still knows us—three years later. She cannot comprehend much, nor express many thoughts, and those not for sure. But she knows whom she loves, and lives in happy oblivion to almost everything else.

She is such a delight to me. I don’t have to care for her, I get to. One blessing is the way she is teaching me so much—about love, for example, God’s love. She picks flowers outside—anyone’s—and fills the house with them.

Lately she has begun to pick them inside, too. Someone had given us a beautiful Easter lily, two stems with four or five lilies on each, and more to come. One day I came into the kitchen and there on the window sill over the sink was a vase with a stem of lilies in it. I’ve learned to „go with the flow” and not correct irrational behavior. She means no harm and does not understand what should be done, nor would she remember a rebuke. Nevertheless, I did the irrational—I told her how disappointed I was, how the lilies would soon die, the buds would never bloom, and please do not break off the other stem.

The next day our youngest son, soon to leave for India came from Houston for his next-to-last visit. I told Kent of my rebuke of his mother and how bad I felt about it. As we sat on the porch swing, savoring each moment together, his mother came to the door with a gift of love for me: she carefully laid the other stem of lilies on the table with a gentle smile and turned back into the house. I said simply, „Thank you.” Kent said, „You’re doing better, Dad!”

Muriel cannot speak in sentences now, only in phrases and words, and often words that make little sense: „no” when she means „yes,” for example. But she can say one sentence, and she says it often: „I love you.”

She not only says it, she acts it. The board arranged for a companion to stay in our home so I could go daily to the office. During those two years it became increasingly difficult to keep Muriel home. As soon as I left, she would take out after. me. With me, she was content; without me, she was distressed, sometimes terror stricken. The walk to school is a mile round trip. She would make that trip as many as ten times a day. Sometimes at night, when I helped her undress, I found bloody feet. When I told our family doctor, he choked up. „Such love,” he said simply. Then, after a moment, „I have a theory that the characteristics developed across the years come out at times like these.” I wish I loved God like that-desperate to be near him at all times. Thus she teaches me, day by day.

Friends and family often ask, „How are you doing?” meaning, I would take it, „How do you feel?” I am at a loss to respond. There is that subterranean grief that will not go away. I feel just as alone as if I had never known her as she was, I suppose, but the loneliness of the night hours comes because I did know her. Do I grieve for her loss or mine? Further, there is the sorrow that comes from my increasing difficulty in meeting her needs.

But I guess my friends are asking not about her needs, but about mine. Or perhaps they wonder, in the contemporary jargon, how I am „coping,” as they reflect on how the reputed indispensable characteristics of a good marriage have slipped away, one by one.

I came across the common contemporary wisdom in this morning’s newspaper in a letter to a national columnist: „I ended the relationship because it wasn’t meeting my needs,” the writer explained. The counselor’s response was predictable: „What were your needs that didn’t get met by him in the relationship? Do you still have these same needs? What would he have to do to fill these needs? Could he do it?” Needs for communication, understanding, affirmation, common interests, sexual fulfillment—the list goes on. If the needs are not met, split. He offered no alternatives.

I once reflected on the eerie irrelevance of every one of those criteria for me. But I am not wired for introspection; I am more oriented outward and toward action and the future. I even feel an occasional surge of exhilaration as I find my present assignment more challenging than running an institution’s complex ministry. Certainly greater creativity and flexibility are needed.

I have long lists of „coping strategies,” which have to be changed weekly, sometimes daily. Grocery shopping together may have been recreation, but it is not so much fun when Muriel begins to load other people’s carts and take off with them, disappearing into the labyrinth of supermarket aisles. Or how do you get a person to eat or take a bath when she steadfastly refuses? It is not like meeting a $10 million budget or designing a program to grasp some emerging global opportunity, to be sure. And it is not as public or exhilarating. But it demands greater resources than I could have imagined, and thus highlights more clearly than ever my own inadequacies, as well as provides constant opportunity to draw on our Lord’s vast reservoir of resources.

As she needed more and more of me, I wrestled daily with the question of who gets me full-time-Muriel or Columbia Bible College and Seminary? Dr. Tabor advised me not to make any decision based on my desire to see Muriel stay contented. „Make your plans apart from that question. Whether or not you can be successful in your dreams for the college and seminary or not, I cannot judge, but I can tell you now, you will not be successful with Muriel.”

When the time came, the decision was firm. It took no great calculation. It was a matter of integrity. Had I not promised, 42 years before, „in sickness and in health . . . till death do us part”?

This was no grim duty to which I stoically resigned, however. It was only fair. She had, after all, cared for me for almost four decades with marvelous devotion; now it was my turn. And such a partner she was! If I took care of her for 40 years, I would never be out of her debt.

But how could I walk away from the responsibility of a ministry God had blessed so signally during our 22 years at Columbia Bible College and Seminary?

Not easily. True, many dreams had been fulfilled. But so many dreams were yet on the drawing board. And the peerless team God had brought together-a team not just of professionals, but of dear friends-how could I bear to leave them? Resignation was painful; but the right path was not difficult to discern. Whatever Columbia needed, it did not need a part-time, distracted leader. It is better to move out and let God designate a leader to step in while the momentum is continuing.

No, it was not a choice between two loves. Sometimes that kind of choice becomes necessary, but this time responsibilities did not conflict. I suppose responsibilities in the will of God never conflict (though my evaluation of those responsibilities is fallible). Am I making the right choice at the right time in the right way? I hope so. This time it seemed clearly in the best interest of the ministry for me to step down, even if board and administrators thought otherwise. Both loves-for Muriel and for Columbia Bible College and Seminarydictated the same choice. There was no conflict of loves, then, or of obligations.

I have been startled by the response to the announcement of my resignation. Husbands and wives renew marriage vows, pastors tell the story to their congregations. It was a mystery to me, until a distinguished oncologist, who lives constantly with dying people, told me, „Almost all women stand by their men; very few men stand by their women.” Perhaps people sensed this contemporary tragedy and somehow were helped by a simple choice I considered the only option.

It is all more than keeping promises and being fair, however. As I watch her brave descent into oblivion, Muriel is the joy of my life. Daily I discern new manifestations of the kind of person she is, the wife I always loved. I also see fresh manifestations of God’s love-the God I long to love more fully.

Uploaded on Feb 1, 2007 by tkdmaster001

After his wife was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease, Columbia Bible College and Seminary President Robertson McQuilkin found himself torn between two commitments, two divine callings.


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