Happy Mother’s Day!


In whatever season of Motherhood you may find yourself, may you rejoice in the knowledge that there is no higher calling than loving your children into the Family of God.

Happy Birthday, USA!


Happy 245th!

In celebration of our nation’s 245th Birthday, here is the text of the Declaration, made in Congress, on July 4, 1776, which set our quest for Independence in motion…

The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America, When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.–Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected; whereby the Legislative powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice, by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone, for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:

For Quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:

For protecting them, by a mock Trial, from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:

For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:

For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:

For depriving us in many cases, of the benefits of Trial by Jury:

For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences

For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies:

For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws, and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:

For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages, whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our Brittish brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which, would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these United Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States; that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.

Those men bravely pledging their Lives, Fortunes, and Sacred Honor to the pursuit of our Freedom through the affixing of their signatures to this document were representatives from the following states…

Georgia–Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton;

North Carolina–William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn;

South Carolina–Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton;

Massachusetts–John Hancock;

Maryland–Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton;

Virginia–George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton;

Pennsylvania–Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross;

Delaware–Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean;

New York–William Floyd. Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris;

New Jersey–Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark;

New Hampshire–Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple;

Massachusetts–Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry;

Rhode Island–Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery;

Connecticut–Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott; and,

New Hampshire–Matthew Thornton.

Remembering Some Godly Mothers


Some Godly Mothers, Past and Present

One of the very first posts I did for this blog was one for Mother’s Day 2013, in remembrance of some Godly mothers, including my own.  Although a lot of things have changed in the world since then, the sentiments expressed there have not, so I would like to re-share that post on this Mother’s Day, 2021.  To all mothers everywhere, in whatever season of motherhood you may find yourself–waiting to become, new, seasoned, step, grand or great-grandmother–thank you for your faithfulness, and be encouraged–one day you will be rewarded for all the love and labor you have invested in this important calling!

Here is the link to that post…https://histruthmyvoice.org/?p=160.

Happy Mother’s Day!

This Training is so important, it takes a Lifetime to complete!

Let’s Give Thanks…


…to the Lord!

Today and everyday, let’s remember where our blessings come from!

A Pop-Sized Picture of the Father

Moma and Pop1

My Father and Mother

Greetings, all of you overcomers!  Although it was my intention during this visit to continue on in our discussion of Club business, I have decided that in deference to Father’s Day (and since you have already met my mother), this would be a good time to introduce you to my father—my earthly one, that is.  I find that I very seldom mention him to people these days, but that isn’t due to any lack of love or respect; it is only because he has been gone from our lives for such a long time now.  You see, back in 1972, he died suddenly of a heart attack at the relatively young age of fifty-eight, when I was just twenty-three.  Even though he has missed the last forty-one Father’s Day celebrations here on earth, and I only knew him for an all-too-brief twenty-three years, he has had a powerful impact upon my life because he provided me with a wonderful earthly image of what my heavenly Father is like.

If I had to pick one word to describe my father, I think I would have to say that he was a real character—and I mean that in the best possible way!  He was quick-witted, with a great sense of humor, and he brought laughter and joy into our lives, often at the oddest moments.  I don’t think I ever met anyone who disliked my father!  While his given name was Herbert, and that was the name by which he was known to his brothers and sisters, he answered to several other, less formal names, when he was in the company of other people:
–  Among his friends and co-workers, he was known as “Big Head” or simply “Head,” because his head was slightly larger than normal, which meant that he had to have all of his hats custom made;
–  With my mother and grandmother (and I still don’t know the origin of this nickname), he was known as “Piggy”; and,
–  To his three children, he was known simply as “Pop.”

Pop was one of three sons, born into a working class family of seven children.  Although I don’t remember much about his father (other than he was a tall, lean man who loved to do jigsaw puzzles and, because he chewed tobacco, he had a spittoon in every room of the house—so nasty!), from all indications, he was a no-nonsense kind of man, one who very wisely insisted that each of his sons learn a trade.  And, since he was in charge of training the apprentices at one of the local shipyards, all three sons went through the apprenticeship program there, with my father learning the skills that would make him a master machinist.

A Night Out on the Town

A Night Out on the Town

This kind of work, however, put a real crimp in Pop’s lifestyle.  That’s because he was a man who thoroughly enjoyed the nightlife.  In fact, he was something of a man-about-town, a playboy, or what we might refer to today as a regular “party animal!”  Because he was especially fond of big band music, when one of the bands was in town, he was sure to be in attendance; staying out so late that he was often caught by his father, sneaking in at home with his shoes in his hand, just in time to get dressed for work.

Besides the bands, dancing, and the nightlife, my father’s other great love was sports, especially baseball and football.  He not only refereed football games, but he also played baseball in the minor leagues, as a catcher, at the same time that Yogi Berra was working his way up through the minors and on to the big leagues.  My father loved sports so much that he would do anything to see a game; at times, even “hawking” concessions in the stands, attempting to sell cold refreshments to hot spectators with such catchy jingles as, “Step right up, get it cold and sweet, give your teeth a treat, and your tongue a sleigh ride!”

Of course, all of that changed with the outbreak of World War II.  While many other young men were going off to war to serve their country, my father was kept at home to work in the shipyard, serving the war effort by keeping the nation’s ships afloat.  It was then, while working in the shipyard, that the third great love in my father’s life appeared.  That was when a prim and proper, no-smoking, tea-totaling turret lathe operator named Florence strutted by in her sleek and slim, pleated and perfectly pressed trousers and, as the saying goes, the rest is history.  The nightlife suddenly lost its appeal, having been replaced by the simpler forms of entertainment that were more appealing to my mother—like a Hershey bar with almonds and a trip to the movies; and Herbert, the dapper man-about-town, gradually disappeared, re-emerging later in the person of Piggy and Pop, the devoted family man.  Ain’t love amazing?

I am sure that, in the coming together of two people from such opposite ends of the spectrum, there had to be a lot of personality conflicts, especially in the early years of their marriage, but to be honest, no one ever knew about them.  That’s because my parents never argued in front of us or anyone else; whatever disagreements they had were settled behind closed doors.  And, I cannot remember a time when either one of them said a disparaging word about the other; my mother always showed respect for my father and my father faithfully demonstrated his devotion to my mother in the countless little courtesies he used to show her.

The Greatest Thing a Father Can Do for a Daughter

My Pop Certainly Did This!

With my father around, my mother never had to be concerned about the maintenance on the car; he had it checked regularly, kept it gassed up, and every morning before my mother left for work, he would back the car out of the garage and warm it up for her, just so she wouldn’t have to get into a cold car.  She really didn’t have to worry about grocery shopping either, because every other Thursday night when my father got paid, he would shop for food—and he was a good shopper, at that.  Also, out of consideration for my mother’s allergy to cigarette smoke, Pop would either go outside, or he would pull a kitchen chair over to the corner, under the exhaust fan over the stove, to smoke his little cigarillos.

While Pop wasn’t perfect, he was present, both physically and emotionally, and was a father who cared about what was going on in his family.  He was also a provider who worked hard to see that his family’s needs were met, as well as a protector who would have done anything to keep his loved ones safe.  He was the kind of father who would take out a loan so his family could go on vacation, and then spend the rest of the year paying back the money.  He was the kind of father who would give us his last dollar if we needed it, and was one who frequently stopped at the ice cream store on his way home just because we liked chocolate chip ice cream and pinwheel cookies.  And, he was the kind of father who would say that, for him, the most important thing in life was to be surrounded by “his hen and all of his little chicks.”

It took me a while to realize it but in his presence, his provision, and his protection, Pop was painting a living picture for me of a heavenly Father whom I could trust to always be near, always meet my needs, and always safeguard my way.  And, when I recall those times that Pop was sitting in the corner of the kitchen, and how he used to call me over to him to ask what was going on in my life, and if I needed anything, he was planting an image in my mind of a God who wanted me to come to Him at any time and for any reason, with full assurance that He would be there to hear and answer.

I am so grateful to have had the father that I did but, sadly, not everyone can say the same thing.  For some, the fathers that they knew did everything imaginable to distort the image of what a father should be.  If this has been true in your life, please don’t let the sins of your father keep you from fully trusting the Father who loved you so much that He gave His only Son to die for you.  Instead, when you are tempted to think of God in terms of the father that you knew, why not take all of the negative things that your natural father did and think of what the opposite of those things would be;  then, by taking a negative image of a negative image and reprinting it, you will be creating for yourself a positive picture of the spiritual Father who is just waiting to reveal Himself to you.  And, once you have done that, you will be free to joyfully celebrate Father’s Day every day for the rest of your life, and on even into eternity.  Just imagine, when God finally has all of His “chicks” gathered around Him, what a great Father’s Day that will be!

Mother hen and her chicks.

Safe under the wings.



Instead of the musical selection that I usually include at this point, here are the first four stanzas of the old hymn, “Children of the Heavenly Father.”  The words were written in 1858 by Karolina Sandell-Berg and, according to the Cyber Hymnal,  “Shortly before writing this hymn, San­dell and her father were on a boat trip, when he fell overboard and drowned before her eyes. It is thought this tragedy gave birth to the lyrics.”

Children of the heav’nly Father
Safely in His bosom gather;
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given.

God His own doth tend and nourish;
In His holy courts they flourish;
From all evil things He spares them;
In His mighty arms He bears them.

Neither life nor death shall ever
From the Lord His children sever;
Unto them His grace He showeth,
And their sorrows all He knoweth.

Though He giveth or He taketh,
God His children ne’er forsaketh;
His the loving purpose solely
To preserve them pure and holy.

For There Ever to Have Been a “Me,” There First Had to Be a “She”



Hannah Praying for a Son

Hannah Praying for a Son

Hi and welcome back!  Given that so much of this last week’s focus has been on remembering our mothers, I sincerely hope that there has been someone special in your life that you could honor or remember fondly this Mother’s Day.  Probably because I spent the last week operating under the heady influence of so many wonderful “Happy Mother’s Day” wishes, when it came time for me to reflect on just what my next reflection should be, my thoughts automatically turned to the subject of mothers—particularly those mentioned in the Bible.  And, since I am in the process of reflecting on all things prophetic, as my thoughts began running in that direction it suddenly occurred to me that before there could ever have been a prophet of God, there would first have to have been a mother for that prophet.  Now, as obvious as that thought may appear to be, when I started recalling the Biblical prophets, I couldn’t think of very many whose mothers were acknowledged in any way.  The three that immediately came to my mind were Jochebed, the mother of Moses, Hannah, the mother of Samuel, and Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist.

Elizabeth Greeting Mary

Elizabeth Greeting Mary

Granted, these were some very impressive women, but what about the mothers of all the other prophets?  I mean, did the likes of Elijah bypass the womb and just materialize out of nowhere, with his “garment of hair…belt of leather about his waist (2 Kings 1:8 ESV)” already in place?  I don’t think so.  To my way of thinking, before Elijah could have ever made his rather unorthodox appearance before King Ahab, there would first have had to have been a good Hebrew Mama back in Tishbe cheering him on; someone who was so dedicated to her son’s success that she would have gladly pricked her fingertips repeatedly and spent many a sleepless night burning up the lamp oil, just so she could stitch together a hairy garment fit for that royal audience.  (Note:  A couple of years ago, I was given the assignment of making just such a garment for a Biblical re-enactment in Israel and, even though I had the benefit of modern machinery—and I didn’t have to go out and kill my own critter in order to do it—it was still a challenge!)

I know that I would not be able to adequately reflect on my own walk with God without first acknowledging the incredible impact that my mother has had upon that walk.  Although space here won’t allow for the kind of biography that would even begin to do justice to this amazing woman, I feel that it is important for me to introduce her to you because I will no doubt mention her in many of my future reflections.  Her name was Florence, and I say “was” because in January, 2010, after a challenging but inspirational thirty-three year battle against cancer, she passed quietly and peacefully from this life into the next.  Here is how I remembered her at the time, in her obituary:

The One and Only Flo

The One and Only Flo

While many may measure success in life in terms of degrees earned, money made, or acclaim received, the success of Florence’s life can best be measured by the positive impact she had on the life of each person who came her way.  For her, life was lived around the kitchen table; for it was there that she not only lovingly prepared and served the best food in town, but it was there that she listened to everyone’s story, without judgment, and dispensed the best practical wisdom available anywhere.  Several generations have feasted on her food, laughed until they cried, and been accepted and encouraged to be their best selves—all around her table.  Everyone was welcome there.

Although, by worldly standards, Florence’s life was a quiet one, it was certainly not an insignificant one.  Her faith, hard work, integrity, dedication to family, generosity, loyalty, quiet dignity, and great sense of humor have been sown as seeds in the lives of all who have been privileged to know her, and will surely bear fruit for generations to come.  Her “quiet” life has been a blessing to so many, and will prove to be a priceless legacy to all those she leaves behind.

To me, my mother’s life was like a stained glass window:  a beautiful work of art that was made up of so many seemingly broken and disparate pieces, but which, when fused together by faith and lit up by the life of Christ, became a glorious picture of His grace for all the world to see.  I am so blessed to have had her as my mother, and can only imagine that when she was met by Jesus and His angels, she was greeted with such a “Way to go, Flo!,” that it resounded throughout all of Heaven.


Smiley Face with Earphones2

Please take a few minutes to enjoy the Brothers McClurg as they sing “You Shine Through”: