Dennis

This is Cheri ( Dennis's wife)  It is with a breaking heart that I have to inform you of Dennis's passing.  He died April 2nd and we had his celebration of life today, April 6th.  He was the best man and we will all miss him.  I hope he touched your life in some way and  just know that  he is in heaven having a great time running and visiting with many that went before him.  His love for Jesus is what is going to keep me going and I long for the day the Jesus will come again. He made me a better person and I am so glad that God honored me with the gift of being his wife.  Thank you all for visiting this site and being a part of his life.  Much love, Cheri

Simeon and Anna

 

One day the kids in Ms. Evans science class was disagreeing with her.
Ms. Evans was talking about evolution. Ms. Evans was and atheist so she didn't believe in God.
Then Johnny raised his hand and said, "But I thought God created mankind?"
Ms. Evans then replied, "Well can you see God?"
"No."
"Hear God?"
"No."
"Feel God?"
"No." This went on for quite a while.
"Well then God doesn't exist."
Then Johnny whispered back to his friend Jimmy, "Can you see Ms. Evan's brain.
No, so it must not exist."

 

I was reading about our Christian celebration in the  Bible and noticed something that I have not noticed before. It concerned Simeon and Anna.

Luke 2:21-38

[21] On the eighth day, when it was time to circumcise him, he was named Jesus, the name the angel had given him before he had been conceived.

[22] When the time of their purification according to the Law of Moses had been completed, Joseph and Mary took him to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord [23] (as it is written in the Law of the Lord, "Every firstborn male is to be consecrated to the Lord"), [24] and to offer a sacrifice in keeping with what is said in the Law of the Lord: "a pair of doves or two young pigeons."

 

 

[25]Now there was a man in Jerusalem called Simeon, who was righteous and devout. He was waiting for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. [26] It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's Christ. [27] Moved by the Spirit, he went into the temple courts. When the parents brought in the child Jesus to do for him what the custom of the Law required, [28] Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying:

[29] "Sovereign Lord, as you have promised,
you now dismiss your servant in peace.
[30] For my eyes have seen your salvation,
[31] which you have prepared in the sight of all people,
[32] a light for revelation to the Gentiles
and for glory to your people Israel."

[33] The child's father and mother marveled at what was said about him. [34] Then Simeon blessed them and said to Mary, his mother: "This child is destined to cause the falling and rising of many in Israel, and to be a sign that will be spoken against, [35] so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. And a sword will pierce your own soul too."

 [36] There was also a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher.

She was very old; she had lived with her husband seven years after her marriage, [37] and then was a widow until she was eighty-four. She never left the temple but worshiped night and day, fasting and praying. [38] Coming up to them at that very moment, she gave thanks to God and spoke about the child to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem.

Much Love, Dennis

Suicide

A blonde and a redhead have a ranch. They have just lost their bull.

The women need to buy another, but only have $500. The redhead

tells the blonde, "I will go to the market and see if I can find one for under that amount. If I can, I will send you a telegram." She goes to the market and finds one for $499.

Having only one dollar left, she goes to the telegraph office and finds out that it costs one dollar per word. She is stumped on how to tell the blonde to bring the truck and trailer. Finally, she tells the telegraph operator to send the word "comfortable." Skeptical, the operator asks, "How will she know to come with the trailer from just that word?" The redhead replies, "She's a blonde

so she reads slow: 'Come for ta bull.'" -

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I am always frustrated by people who have decided to give up on life and commit suicide. People of both genders, all ages, and ethnicities can be at risk for suicide. But people most at risk tend to share certain characteristics. I believe the main risk factors for suicide are:

• Depression, other mental disorders, or substance abuse disorder
• A prior suicide attempt
• Family history of a mental disorder or substance abuse
• Family history of suicide
• Family violence, including physical or sexual abuse

There are many other factors, but I think most will have ties to the reasons listed above.
I understand that mental issues are on display, but It still frustrates me. Why do some choose to take other lives first. I would like to convince them to limit their destruction to themselves.

 These are all connected in that Satan has convinced them I don't have an answer to this problem, I wish I did.

Lord God, help me to reach out and boldly offer your word whenever and to whomever needs to hear it.

In Jesus name,  AMEN
Much love, Dennis

　

 





　

 

 

 

Christmas Spirit

Merry Christmas to all

Christmas Spirit

It was just before Christmas and the magistrate was in a happy mood. He asked the prisoner who was in the dock, 'What are you charged with?'
The prisoner replied, 'Doing my Christmas shopping too early.'
'That's no crime', said the magistrate. 'Just how early were you doing this shopping?'
'Before the shop opened', answered the prisoner.

 

 

Christmas decorations are already up at the Boyer household on 13^th street. Every year my wife starts changing our décor a few days earlier. It won’t be long until we are having 365 days of Christmas. I'm not sure that would be a bad thing. If we are to have Jesus and the rebirth that we claim, 365 should be the norm. We should be identified by the decorations of our heart worn as external decorations for everyone to see.
happy birthday Jesus, every day.
Much love, Dennis

The Favor of God: revised

I cannot hold my joy and thankfulness any longer. Cheri and I have been basking in God's favor and blessings recently. A longtime friend (who recently lost his primary job) called to let us know that he was having a couple of cows butchered and one was for us. "Praise The Lord"

I was given the OK to order a new power chair. What I needed and what Medicare deemed necessary were miles apart. The minor differences were many dollars apart.

My best friend (Max), stopped by Sunday afternoon to deliver an envelope with the amount of money needed to satisfy Medicare. He said that several of  my friends, (Who wanted to remain anonymous) found out about the monetary deficit and went together to make it disappear.
"Praise The Lord"!

 Max and my dad are still working on the automatic doors and ramp, but I continue believe ( Philippines 4:13 I can do all this through him who gives me strength. )

Thank You Jesus! Thank You Jesus! Thank You Jesus

Much Love, Dennis

Prayer

I rarely ask for others to pray for me. Today I'm asking for strength in my lungs. My public speaking voice is really bad. It doesn't show in written form, like this, but publicly I'm only able to squeeze out 1 or 2 words at a time. I know that God has plans for me. I don't believe that spreading the Gospel 2 words at a time is what He desires for me. So, thanks in advance for your prayers.

Much Love, Dennis

 

Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. They discussed the gifts they were able to give their elderly mother. The first said: "I built a big house for our mother."
      
      The second said: "I sent her a Mercedes with a driver."
      
      The third said: "You remember how our mother enjoys reading the Bible. Now she can't see very well. So I sent her a remarkable parrot that recites the entire Bible. It took elders in the church 12 years to teach him. Mama just has to name the chapter and verse and the parrot recites it."
      
      Soon thereafter, their mother sent out her letters of thanks.
      
      "Milton," she said, "the house you built is so huge. I live only in one room, but I have to clean the whole house.
      
      "Gerald," she said, "I am too old to travel. I stay most of the time at home so I rarely use the Mercedes. And that driver is so rude! He's a pain!"
      
      "But Donald," she said, "the little chicken you sent was delicious!"

A devotional that touched me deeply today

Hope Is Faith Waiting for Tomorrow
by John Ortberg from Know Doubt

Creatures are not born with desires unless satisfaction for those desires exists. — C. S. Lewis

We all are hopers. We are creatures who cannot stop wishing. We are four-leaf-clover collectors. We wish on the evening star. We tell stories about genies coming out of a bottle to grant three wishes.

After a turkey dinner, my cousin Danny and I used to grab the ends of the wishbone from the turkey and break it in the belief that whoever got the longer piece would get his wish. Where that came from I have no idea. The bone didn’t do the turkey much good.

We teach our children to make a wish before blowing out the candle. When my children were small, they loved the movie Pinocchio; especially they loved a plucky, chirpy, irrepressible character named Jiminy Cricket. If you go to the Magic Kingdom at Disneyland, the "happiest place on earth," you can still hear him sing, "When you wish upon a star... "

We all hope.

There is even an anonymous online wish list where people by the thousands record what they’re hoping for — some of the entries are funny, some are scary, and some are heartrending. "I wish to be rich in the immediate future." "I wish to be very happy because every aspect of my life is going fantastically well forever." "I wish my wife would die." "I wish it wasn’t pancreatic." Many of the wishes are followed by the word please. We just can’t help ourselves.

George MacDonald has said, "Anything large enough for a wish to light upon, is large enough to hang a prayer upon."

We all hope, but hope comes in two flavors: hoping for something and hoping in someone. Now, when we are hoping for something, we are hoping for a particular outcome. "I hope I get that job. I hope I get that house. I hope I get that girl. I hope I get that girl and she gets that job and we get that house." Sometimes the thing we hope for is life or death: "I hope this depression lifts." "I hope it’s not cancer." But one day it will be. If not cancer, it will be something else.

One day — and this is the truth — every thing we hope for will eventually disappoint us.

Every circumstance, every situation that we hope for is going to wear out, give out, fall apart, melt down, go away. When that happens, the question then is about your deeper hope, your foundational hope, your fallback hope when all your other hopes are disappointed.

The difference between hoping and wishing, says writer William Sessions, is the presence of strong desire. In the movie The Shawshank Redemption, the two central characters, played by Tim Robbins and Morgan Freeman, have a running argument about hope. Morgan Freeman has learned to manage disappointment by giving up hope. "Hope is a dangerous thing," he says. "Hope can break your heart." To Tim Robbins, though, to quit hoping is to start dying. And the final line of the movie, as Morgan Freeman has left prison and headed for the blue waters of Mexico and the reunion with his great good friend, is "I hope..."

Hoping can break your heart. That is why we carry one big hope, the secret hope you don’t even dare to breathe: that when you have lost the something you were hoping for, and it might have been really, really big, there is a Someone you can put your hope in.

The whole testimony of the Scriptures points to this one Man, points to a God, not because He will be able to give us this thing or that thing we were hoping for — because that’s always going to give out eventually — but because He is the one we can put our hope in. And without hope, as Pope John Paul II once said, there is no faith.

Hope is faith waiting for tomorrow. Faith requires belief, and believing is what we do with our minds. Faith requires commitment, and committing is what we do with our wills. But faith must also have hope, and hoping is what we do in our hearts.
Much love, Dennis