Someone took offense at the sign which caused the owner to remove it. However, not before a non-offended person had taken a photo which went viral. MAY WE SEE MORE OF THESE SIGNS!
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The Association of Baptists for World Evangelism’s Offices
Finally, the Association of Baptists for World Evangelism (ABWE) has received their final report from the Professional Investigators International (Pii) concerning their investigation into missionary Doctor Donn Ketcham’s adultery and pedophilia[1].
On their web page Pii says their investigation “confirmed that Donn Ketcham, an ABWE missionary doctor who served in Bangladesh, engaged 
in the sexual abuse of nearly 20 minors — most of whom were the children of fellow ABWE missionaries — and 4 adult women. The abuse primarily consisted of improper and medically unnecessary examinations at the hospital in Bangladesh, and included sexual assault and apparent drugging.”[2] This according to Pii occurred on the mission field from 1966 and 1989! UNBELIEVABLE.
The whole report may be downloaded at http://piisafe.org/ and all 280 pages read at one’s own pace. More will be written after this writer has waded through this unthinkable abyss of adultery and pedophilia by Donn Ketcham and mismanagement and cover-up by the ABWE field council and those in the ABWE Office.
“Fascism, American Style
The United States of America, that dream of what a democratic republic ought to be, has become the Fascist States of America. As the 2016 elections have more than revealed, we have moved beyond the era of representative government and have entered into a new age. You can call it the age of authoritarianism. Or fascism. Or oligarchy. Either way, argues John W. Whitehead, we are being played for fools.” http://www.rutherford.org/multimedia/on_target
<p><a href=”https://vimeo.com/39817503″>Fighting Mac – the story of William McKenzie</a> from <a href=”https://vimeo.com/xdcam”>Mal Hamilton</a> on <a href=”https://vimeo.com”>Vimeo</a>.</p>
“The story of William McKenzie, a Salvation Army chaplain and one of the first to land in Gallipoli after the initial attack. He inspired the Anzacs by his heroic actions and words of faith.” https://vimeo.com/39817503
The 25th April is Anzac Day here in Australia. This film is about an ANZAC Soldier, Soul-winning chaplain who served both his country and his God in WWI. I hope you enjoy this short film. 1 John 5:12 “He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life.”
There are two benefits to this answer to Islamic immigration.
- It is less expensive
- Bacon sandwiches
Before I get too far into this journal, today isn’t actually my birthday. What, you say? You see I live in Australia which is one day ahead of where I was born in the states. So as we celebrate my birthday today in Australia we can actually celebrate it again tomorrow as that is the actual day I was born into this world back in the states. Not bad is it?
Now that your confused I will get on with the main topic of this journal. I had cataract surgery one week ago today and all has been well. In fact, the eye that had the cataract removed has 20/20 vision according to the doctor. So now it is a waiting game for one to two months and then an eye examination to determine the strength of my new glasses. Yes, the reality of it all is I am 71 and not only counting but deteriorating due to sin.
Anyway, now I will really get on with my main purpose for writing this journal. 
I am now only four years shy of my mother’s age when she entered eternity. She along with my father, grandmother and grandfather are all buried in the cemetery not far from where we resided when I was a boy.
That cemetery brings back some memories. One memory is when I was in 4H. We had a hay rack ride one Halloween and stopped at this cemetery. I don’t remember a lot of what occurred there but I do remember walking among those tomb stones on that bright crisp autumn Iowa night. That has stuck with me all these years.
As a boy of 16 I remember riding my Triumph motorcycle
past that cemetery quite often on warm Iowa evenings enjoying the breeze and having June bugs hitting my forehead. Those June bugs could really hurt! Anyway, I didn’t really think much of what that cemetery was all about until 1961 when my grandfather passed away.
He was my dad’s father and lived on the farm about one mile from where we lived. I enjoyed many hours with grandpa. Often I could be found riding that old 48n Ford tractor with grandpa ploughing a field or mowing hay. I loved helping put up hay. Frank was a neighbour who lived on another farm near-by. He would come with his baler and I and a few others would pick up the bales and throw them on a hay rack. Then when the hay rack was loaded we would take it to the barn and put the hay in the haymow. Those were the days before the huge bales like they have today. These were bales you could pick up and pick them up we did. Putting them in the haymow was done via a fork similar to this
which was hooked to a rope which was hooked to a tractor. The tractor would pull the rope and the hay would be lifted up into the haymow and when we had the hay in the place where we wanted it we hollered “Drop it!”. Then we stacked the bales and another load would ascend into the haymow and we did it all over again. At noon grandma would have lunch for us and we would gather around the table and talk and listen to the news on WHO. Grandma often made doughnuts for a treat but grandpa liked bread and jam for his dessert. Yes, when grandpa was placed in that cemetery it took on a whole new meaning.
I was saved some years before grandpa died but his passing had a great influence on me and my life. The Bible tells us “The Lord is not slack concerning his promise, as some men count slackness; but is longsuffering to us-ward, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance” 2Peter 3:9. God desires for you, the reader of this journal, to personally know Him. John said “He that hath the Son hath life; and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life” 1John 5:12. Yes, I am 71 and counting but unless the Lord returns my body will someday lie where grandpa, grandma and my parents lie. I am ready, are you?
Where do the years go!? I am not sure but they go and they go fast. The Lord has been so good to me in that unlike Job I have not had it that bad. I was reared in
south
ern Iowa just outside Ottumwa,
west of the airport turnoff.
Getting to our house you would turn right off the highway and onto the Highland Center road.
Not far down this road you would first pass Mr. Cellars house on the left and almost immediately go down the hill and then up again. You would then go a mile or so and over the railroad tracks and soon after the tracks you would come to an intersection. At the intersection you would turn right and just up that gravel road on the left was our house.
That was home! Back then the Highland Center road was a dirt road and after a rain it was a mud road. However, when I was a teen, they asphalted the Highland Center road all the way from the highway to Highland Center. Nevertheless, the road past the house I grew up in is still gravel.
In this journal I just want to relate a time about 60 years ago when I was just a boy. Many hot and humid Iowa summer days I would take my bike out to the gravel road and ride just a short distance south to a big tree which stood on the opposite side of the road from our house. It was nice and cool under that tree protecting me from the hot Iowa summer sun. That tree was my pretend gas station. Did you have a pretend place when you were young? I would spend hours pretending to fill my (bike) car and doing whatever else that could occur at a gas station. Now, just one day from being 71 going to the gas station is not as enjoyable.
Yes, I have grown up (and out) but for some reason this big shade tree (no longer there) which served as my gas station was impressed on my mind this morning just before I got out of bed. Why? I do not know but perhaps to just share with you a memory that has stayed with me all these years and perchance jog a memory that lies hidden somewhere in your mind.
One of the blessings of growing old/er is the memories of days gone before. Make the most of the time you have; for “Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away” James 4:14.
“Dr. Ryan T. Anderson is the one of the foremost experts on the marriage debate in the world. Ryan came to Australia in August 2015 as part of an east-coast tour of major capital cities giving his clear reasons as to why Australia should retain the current definition of marriage and why same-sex marriage isn’t helpful for society”
http://www.acl.org.au/marriage-faq/
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