Tuesday, March 19, 2013

PCM-03-19-2013 Angel went home.

Not back to the house where Cathy and I rent thanks to the kindness of Brian and Peggy, but to the home I look forward to. The one that cannot be taken away.

I hate that dogs age so fast, it does not seem fair that a puppy with such vibrant energy, love and loyalty should ever change and not expect to live beyond its teens, if even that long. They age 7 times faster than us, can we expect to have 7 such friends waiting for us as we enter the doorway of our home in Heaven?

She got an extra large breakfast and ate till she was full. I took some pictures of her and Kayleigh hugging and then a short video of her heading for the door knowing it would be her last.

I had the hardest time getting her into the car, she could not jump up like she used to and had to be picked up. As the pain of moving around increased and her fragile body tired of seeing and hearing she had a hard time controlling her waste, She was vomiting and voiding blood frequently and did not have the strength to climb stairs.

The drive was long and she was silent as she slept in the back seat next to her favorite bone. We went inside the vet's office where Jessica our daughter-in-law is a veterinary assistant.. The Doctor came in and administered the medicine, I knelt beside her and Cathy and I gently smoothed her hair and told her how much we loved her, we stayed with her till she was gone. My Son Joshua will bury her in his back yard along with Casey, Angel's playmate when she was a puppy as we no longer own a house.

She was like a puppy for 12 years, running around with joy and chasing the toys we played with. She love to chase the wild rabbits in the back yard, except once on a Good Friday [really] when she caught one of them..... Before she stated getting sick on the furniture, she was my nightly TV watching companion keeping the chair clean of the occasional crumbs from the snacks we would eat together.

As we prepare to move once again, I realize that home here is temporary, fleeting and imperfect. The home we are longing for is perfect and forever. God himself will be with us and there will be no more crying, death or pain. Angel is my faithful, loving and accepting friend who I miss deeply and look forward to the way she used to greet us with the nod of her head and the kisses she would slobber us with. She waits with many others on the other side of the door of home.

I will be 70 by the time my newest dog Max turns 12. I wonder who will make it home first?
Bill Sullivan, the Physically Challenged ministry www.pc-min.com

1 Peter 2:11 MSG
Friends, this world is not your home, so don't make yourselves cozy in it. Don't indulge your ego at the expense of your soul.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


PCM-02-05.2013 The Four Chaplins



(CNN) Contributor Bob Greene-- By the end of the Super Bowl on Sunday night, one or more professional football players will be hailed for their valor, for their guts, for their devotion to their teammates.

They will be called heroes.

And more than 100 million people will be watching.

But because, predictably, those laudatory words will be thrown around so casually on Sunday, perhaps we can take a few minutes here to address an act of genuine valor that happened exactly 70 years ago today.

It wasn't televised. There were no sponsors.

On February 3, 1943, an Army transport ship called the Dorchester, carrying American soldiers through the icy North Atlantic on their way to serve in World War II, was about 100 miles off the coast of Greenland in rough sea. More than 900 people were on board.

Many of them were little more than boys -- young soldiers and sailors who had never been so far from home. The journey had been arduous already, with the men crammed into claustrophobic, all-but-airless sleeping quarters below deck, constantly ill from the violent lurching of the ship.

In the blackness of night, a German submarine fired torpedoes at the Dorchester.

One of the torpedoes hit the middle of the ship. There was pandemonium on board. The Dorchester swiftly began to sink.

The soldiers and sailors, many of them wakened from sleep by the attack, searched desperately in the dark for life jackets and lifeboats and a route to safety.

With them on the ship were four military chaplains, from four disparate religions.

They were Father John Washington, born in Newark, New Jersey, who was Catholic; the Rev. Clark Poling, born in Columbus, Ohio, who was ordained in the Reformed Church in America; Rabbi Alexander Goode, born in Brooklyn, New York, who was Jewish; and the Rev. George Fox, born in Lewistown, Pennsylvania, who was Methodist.


In the chaos onboard, according to multiple accounts by survivors of the attack, the four men tried to calm the soldiers and sailors and lead them to evacuation points. The chaplains were doing what chaplains do: providing comfort and guidance and hope.

"I could hear men crying, pleading, praying," a soldier named William B. Bednar would later recall. "I could also hear the chaplains preaching courage. Their voices were the only thing that kept me going."

With the Dorchester rapidly taking on water, there were not enough life jackets readily available for every man on the ship.

So, when the life jackets ran out, the four chaplains removed their own, and handed them to soldiers who didn't have them.

More than 600 men died that night in the frigid seas, but some 230 were rescued. And some of the survivors, in official accounts given to the Army, and in interviews after the war, reported what they saw as the ship went down:

Those four chaplains, men of different faiths but believing in the same God, their arms linked, standing on the deck together in prayer.




They had willingly given up their futures, their lives, to try to help the men who had been placed by the Army in their care.

The U.S. Army War College has in its records a narrative of what happened that night. One of the men who survived the sinking of the Dorchester, a Navy officer named John J. Mahoney, is quoted as recalling that before heading for the lifeboats, he hurried in the direction of his quarters.

Rabbi Goode, seeing him, asked where he was going. Mahoney said he had forgotten his gloves, and wanted to retrieve them before being dropped into the cold sea.

Rabbi Goode said that Mahoney should not waste fleeting time, and offered Mahoney his own gloves.

When Mahoney said he couldn't deprive Rabbi Goode of his gloves, the rabbi said it was all right, he had two pairs.

Only later, according to military historians, did Mahoney realize that of course, Rabbi Goode was not carrying an extra pair of gloves. He had already decided that he was going down with the ship.

According to the Army War College account, another survivor of the Dorchester, John Ladd, said of the four chaplains' selfless act:

"It was the finest thing I have seen or hope to see this side of heaven."

The story of the four chaplains was quite well known in America for a while; in 1948 a first-class 3-cent postage stamp was issued bearing their likenesses. There are still stained glass windows in some chapels across the U.S. that pay tribute to the four men, including at the Pentagon. But the national memory is short, and they are no longer much discussed. February 3 was, years ago, designated by Congress to be set aside annually as Four Chaplains Day, but it is not widely commemorated.

This Super Bowl Sunday, with its football heroes whose televised exploits are bracketed by commercials for beer and corn chips, will be no exception. The nation's attention, this February 3, will be focused on the game.

But perhaps, at some point in the day, we can pause for a moment to reflect upon what valor and courage and sacrifice really mean. How rare they truly are.

And to recall the four men who remain, in the words with which their grateful and humbled country honored them on the front of that long-ago postage stamp, "these immortal chaplains."

Editor's note: CNN Contributor Bob Greene is a bestselling author whose 25 books include "Late Edition: A Love Story"; "Duty: A Father, His Son, and the Man Who Won the War"; and "Once Upon a Town: The Miracle of the North Platte Canteen."





I love my job, last week I got a chance to meet a granddaughter of one of the Chaplins. She brought two "first day of issue" stamped envelopes in to be framed. I had the privilidge of working on these pieces and thanking her for the opportunity to learn of the true heroics of her granddad and his fellow chaplins.





Let's learn from their examples of true courage as we each face our own individual challenges.





Love for all, Bill Sullivan, the Physically Challenged ministry.





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Sunday, January 6, 2013

PCM-01-05-2013 Looking to God for help with physical, emotional or spiritual challenges


The Physically Challenged Ministry



PCM-01-05-2013 looking to God for help



Having a physical, emotional or spritual challenge is a prime opportunity to look for help from God.



I look at a 'challenge' as any issue that we face that causes us physical, emotional or spiritual pain. It can be a direct and concrete as a visible illness and as evasive and invisible as a mental illness that we personally or a loved one may be experiencing. I am sure that all of us can unfortunately relate and have personally experienced all or some combination of the above.



We have the Bible as a source to look into the heart and thinking of God. We can see some things from how Jesus interacted with the multitudes of sick or “challenged” [as we will refer to it] that lead us to conclude that God does not wish us to be inflicted and that all pain is contrary to how things are in Heaven. Otherwise Jesus would have been going against God and thus himself any time he was involved in healing even on a temporary basis. [Just a reminder that earthly bodies have their limits and are designed to expire.]



The issues arise when we want to take control ourselves of the timing, method and nature of the release from our 'challenges.' I prefer to take the faith approach and let God be incontrol of the details, seeing how little control I am able to exert.



We live in a world full of questions problems and issues, no one of us here have all the answers or solutions



Romans 4:5 [The Message Version] But if you see that the job is too big for you, that it's something only God can do, and you trust him to do it - you could never do it for yourself no matter how hard and long you worked - well, that trusting-him-to-do-it is what gets you set right with God, by God. Sheer gift.



This is a principal that can and should be applied to all that God is involved with. Whether it is eternal life or our release from our 'challenges'.



With this in mind, let's take the opportunity to act on the following verse found in Psalm 14:2 MSG

God sticks his head out of heaven. He looks around. He's looking for someone not stupid - one man, even, God-expectant, just one God-ready woman.



Or as it is translated in the new century version:




The Lord looked down from heaven on all people to see if anyone understood, if anyone was looking to God for help.



Let's be God expectant as we live out our days here on our temporary home, Earth. Be prepared to shed all the challenges we now face and to embrace life with God-expectant faith. The best is yet to come! Stop depending on yourself for all the solutions, you and I are just not equipped to take all the challenges on alone, we NEED God!



Bill Sullivan

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